This thing feels like some filthy cross between a fitness log, a diary, and a dare you drunkenly agreed to on WhatsApp and then… actually have to go through with. You start as this classic golden boy, right? Good body, pretty girl, nice job, smug smile. I see guys like this in the VIP seats at my club, thinking they run the world. Here, the game goes, “ok hotshot, you think you’re all that? Change everything.” And the crazy part is, the game doesn’t just slap boobs on you and say done. It slowly peels your life apart through these little text scenes where you have to decide how far you bend for this weird contest. At first it’s simple. Clothes, makeup, hair. I was thinking, yeah yeah, I do this faster in a dressing room before a show. Then it starts poking at your job, your pride, your muscles, the way people look at you in the locker room. And suddenly I’m sitting here, reading this tiny line like “you adjust your sports bra after the run” and my brain goes oh. Oh. Okay. We’re deep now.

The writing is messy in that way I kind of like: sometimes a sentence feels too long, some phrases repeat, a couple of scenes feel like the author was horny and in a rush. But it fits. This isn’t some polished AAA epic. It feels like a horny challenge someone cooked up between gym sessions and porn tabs, trying to mix fetish and feelings. One moment you’re picking what kind of bra to wear to training and I’m literally picturing how I’d spin around a pole in that, what angle the tits would bounce for the front row. Next moment, you’re at work trying not to blush or get caught staring at your own reflection, and it’s weirdly hot and awkward. The choices actually matter more than I expected. Pick the more “sensible” option and the story leans one way, pick the slutty fun one and the whole vibe shifts. There’s a scene where you decide if you go full try-hard in a sports contest while already half feminized, or you lean into the “cute mascot” thing, and I swear it felt like picking my stage persona: do I go ice queen, or hungry kitten. Also, the contest itself is kind of stupid in the best way. Like some fetish subreddit fantasy turned into a life sim. Sometimes the pacing is off, like a long build up and then the payoff is one short paragraph and you want more filthy details, more sweat, more humiliation. But then another scene will suddenly get very tender about how your body feels after training, how your new curves ache, and it hits harder than it should. I kept imagining choreography from half the scenes, like ok, this dressing room transformation? That’s a chair dance. That office “trying to pretend everything is normal”? That’s slow strip with a tight blouse. And the final twist of being this “perfect girl” for a prize you’re not even sure you want anymore… yeah, that one would need a whole burlesque act, lights down, slow reveal, everybody watching you turn around and realize you’re not faking it.

As an emerging creative mind, you’ve made a solemn vow that won’t be broken. Now that you’ve achieved a measure of riches and success, you feel drawn to visit the city where it all began. You haven’t been back in ages.

That old neighborhood stirs up echoes from your past - vivid moments both cherished and haunting. Change has swept through your life and the city alike, twisting both into new forms.

Familiar faces reemerge, tinged by years apart, sharing space with enigmatic new arrivals carrying untold stories. It’s up to you whom you seek out, how those relationships unfold, and which chapters you choose to write anew.

Sitting with your sketchbook, you probe these intertwined lives and shifting surroundings, hungry to capture their raw essence. Your brush becomes a vessel for the stories you unearth - each stroke shaped by the people and places you dare to explore.

Step boldly into a city alive with passion, rediscovery, and raw emotion. What unfolds rests solely on your decisions - paths that merge or diverge, lured by temptation, loyalty, or hidden yearnings

Tired of the monotonous grind? Your buddies just don’t cut it? Every day at the office feels exactly the same? It’s clear as day - you desperately need a getaway. Not just any trip, but something wild, something beyond the usual. A place that shakes up your entire world.

So here you are, making your way to catch your flight, heart pounding with the thrill of what’s to come. But what happens next? That’s all on you. Your path is yours to carve in this unpredictable mix of roleplay, simulation, and steamy encounters.

Step into a world where every interaction pulses with desire and danger. Do you dare to push boundaries and explore hidden fantasies? This isn’t just a trip – it’s a playground for your darkest cravings and wildest dreams. The lines between reality and fantasy blur as you navigate a web of seductive strangers, tempting scenarios, and thrilling challenges.

Imagine the airport lounge buzzing around you while your mind races with possibilities. Every choice - from who you talk to, to how far you’re willing to go - shapes the story unfolding. Each encounter can ignite a spark, each decision brings you closer to something intense and unforgettable. Or a whispered invitation pulling you deeper into the night, the game dares you to live out fantasies you never thought possible.

This isn’t just roleplay – it’s a living, breathing experience where your desires take center stage. With immersive simulation elements, you’ll feel the tension building, the heat rising, and the stakes climbing with every step. Prepare for wild, uninhibited scenes that push every limit, the game invites you to lose yourself in a journey that’s as thrilling as it is taboo.

So why wait? Get ready to unleash your inner adventurer and indulge every craving. Your escape begins now - and trust me, it’s going to get dirty, messy, and absolutely unforgettable. Are you ready to take off?

Your boring job and dull friends make it clear - you need a serious getaway, somewhere wild and far from home. Far beyond anywhere you’ve ever been before. Here you are - stepping into the airport, ready to start your trip. The fun, danger, and excitement of your trip rest in your hands as you navigate this crazy mix of roleplay, simulator, and erotic escapades!

Old classmate stories usually bore the shit out of me, but this one got under my skin in a weird way. You start off thinking it’s going to be another “hey remember me from school” nostalgia trip, then the game just quietly twists it. You’re thrown back into contact with this former classmate who grew into this sharp, cocky femboy with soft features and a filthy mouth, and at the same time there’s this bombshell girl with ridiculous tits who somehow remembers tiny stuff about you that you forgot about yourself. It feels more like walking into a conversation that already started without you than “beginning a game”, which I kind of liked and kind of hated. The writing is rough in places, like somebody translating their fantasies from their head into English on too little sleep, but sometimes that hits harder. When he leans in too close at the train station and jokes about how no one would believe you two used to share homework, it doesn’t read smooth, it reads awkward and horny, and that’s more honest than most polished porn games on Steam.

The main loop is just talking, clicking, choosing who you piss off and who you turn on, but the choices have that nasty little sting. Flirt back with the femboy when he “ironically” asks if you stared at his ass in PE, and later the girl calls you out for always liking “pretty boys” in class. Pretend you’re straight as a ruler, and the next CG with her on your lap somehow feels flatter, like the game is side‑eying you for lying to yourself. I had this moment in a cheap karaoke booth scene where he’s drunk, sprawled across your shoulder, and the game lets you either push him away toward her or slide your hand down his thigh. I picked the thigh, obviously, and the expression change in the CG hit me harder than it should. Not because the art is perfect, it’s not, but because it looks like the artist actually had a thing for femboys and not just “added one for diversity”. Of course right after that, there’s a clunky bit where a whole block of text dumps backstory about some school festival, pacing dies, and the mood facesits a concrete floor. Then two clicks later you get a CG of her straddling you in your crappy apartment, bra half off, his messages blowing up your phone on the nightstand, and suddenly you remember why you’re still reading all this.

What I like is how casually it treats the bisexual stuff. It doesn’t stop the whole story to pat you on the head for “being valid”, it just puts a pretty boy and a stacked girl in front of you and lets you be messy with both. There’s this cheap thrill when you sneak a kiss with him in a quiet alley, and later, when she’s riding you and spots a hickey that clearly isn’t from her, the text doesn’t do the usual moral panic, it just leans into the heat. The relationship parts are clingy and toxic in this familiar way, like old classmates who know too much and use it when they want you naked. Sometimes the game forgets it’s about sex and rambles about stupid school memories that no one asked for, then casually drops a CG where he’s on his knees between your legs, eyeliner smudged, and you’re like “ok, fine, keep talking.” It feels like a horny chat log you weren’t supposed to read, wrapped in a visual novel that pretends to be about reconnection but is really about seeing how far you’ll go before you admit you want both of them.