Mark had always prided himself on being the picture of straight-laced normalcy. At 38, he was a mid-level accountant in a quiet suburb outside Chicago, with a neat lawn, a mortgage, and a wife named Sarah who'd once been his everything. They met in college, wild and inseparable, fucking on frat house floors and whispering promises under stadium lights. But fifteen years and a stalled career later, the spark had flickered...

Alex had always been a quiet, unassuming guy in his mid-thirties, working a desk job that left him plenty of time alone in his apartment. At first, his late-night scrolls through porn sites were innocent enough—straight videos that evolved into curiosity about trans women. The sight of their smooth bodies, the way they moved with feminine grace while hiding something more, stirred something deep inside him. He'd watch, ha...