The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the room. Elliot stirred, his body still wrapped in the warmth of Clara’s embrace. He opened his eyes slowly, taking in the sight of her sleeping beside him. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, and her lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile, as though she were lost in a pleasant dream. For a moment, Elliot simply watched her,...

Elliot had always felt a pull toward the delicate, the soft, the forbidden. It started in secret—a stolen moment in his sister’s room, slipping on a pair of stockings. The sensation was electric, a thrill that made his heart race. Over time, his collection grew: a lace camisole, a satin slip, a pair of heels that clicked with authority. Each piece was a fragment of a self he was only beginning to understand. One evening,...

Ok, here we start! I can't even remember when I started to like dressing as a girl. We lived in a small apartment: me, my big sister, and my mom. And I had to share my room with my sister. My sister was my best friend and we used to play dress up and would put on a show for our mom. So, me walking around our flat and looking like a young girl was normal. My sister even calls me 'little sister.' I had long black hair and I...