You are a recently converted Gender Traitor, and you have a job to do. Told in the second person.

please don’t come here, to this sunken pit without walls. The mire will only drag you down too.

You’re just trying to get through a busy shift, but a strangely persuasive customer insists on showing you his pocket watch.

A fictionalization of going in for some routine labwork that you just can’t quite remember. Trans characters, vampires, kinda gay.

It’s not hypnosis, technically; it’s just me talking to you, it’s just my words in your ear, is just how you’re used to listening and following for me. And because it’s not technically hypnosis, there’s nothing to worry about or stress about, and so you can just follow…

You downloaded a QoL mod for the MMO you play daily, but something seems off. Can’t be too bad, right? After all, all it does is promote optimal gameplay.

Let me tell you a tale about a glade in the forest.

A short, surrealist memory play story told in second person.

A collection of kinky meditations.

A mysterious room, an AI captor with dubious intentions and terrifying power, a gaping hole where your memories should be… Surely it can’t get any worse for you?

You fell forever, but now you’ve reached the ground. Someone awaits to take your burdens from you to prepare you for what is to come.

Innocent whistling

This is not the HOT NEW FROMSOFT TITLE. That doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

Ah, what could be better than being a cog in the Marquis de Cat’s war machine? Oppression, imperialism, colonialism, and that sweet rapid industrialization. Shame about the brainwashing lizards and their hot dragon goddess.

Stories of drones, dolls, a witch, and the relationships between them.

Have you ever said, “I liked Marcescence’s vibes, but I wish it was an overelaborate 2000-word bit about webcomics?” Too bad, I’m writing it anyways!!

The ‘Lustcraft’ sex toy company offers custom orders in addition to its subscription service. A high-tier subscriber requests a special edition: a goth twink with an oral fixation. You become the raw material.

“Well if you’re ready to begin, just look into my eyes.” A hypnotic induction in which your hypnotist captures your gaze and reads you so, so well.

We’ve captured an Affini, they said. This will turn the tide of the war, they said. She is every storybook monster you’ve ever wished would steal you away and you have never known anything as surely as you know that this will not end well.

You and your partner have decided to take a little trip to Build-A-Drone