There’s this weird moment when you’re playing, where you suddenly realize that in this world nobody is really “the guy” or “the girl” in the old boring way, and yet everybody is horny about power anyway. You’re this college professor, trans woman, looking very put-together on the surface, stylish outfits, that slightly strict teacher energy that makes you want to sit up straight and also get on your knees. The campus looks normal at first, everyday slice-of-life stuff, coffee in the staff room, awkward students, dumb meetings. Then conversations slowly twist into something more playful, more corrupted, like the world already accepted that gender is flexible, but people are still kinky little creeps about who gets to be on top. You’re respected by your colleagues, but they look at you with that extra second of eye contact, like they know you’re packing more than a gradebook under that skirt. The boyfriend exists, sure, sweet and supportive and kind of useless, which is funny, because the game pretends everything is fine while quietly setting up all these opportunities to ruin that “normal life” with your own hands.

What really hooked me was when the game stops flirting and actually lets you act on all that tension. There’s this scene with a shy femboy in your class, the kind that blushes just from you calling his name, and the dialogue lets you tease him slowly enough that you can almost hear his voice crack. You can be soft, patient, talking about his future and grades, and then without changing tone you slide into talking about how obedient he is, how cute his legs look when he crosses them. It feels like you’re directing your own audio drama, choosing where the pitch goes up, where you lean in, when you finally push him over that line. And because the MC is mostly the one on top, the camera and the writing both treat her as the center of gravity. She takes control in bed with the same calm authority she uses in the classroom, guiding a girl’s head down for a blowjob or pressing a trembling trans partner into the mattress for a deep, messy creampie. There’s a scene in a cramped office where you corner a female colleague who has been flirting for way too long, and you can practically imagine the sound of the chair wheels scraping as you pin her there, one hand on her throat, the other under her skirt, until she breaks and begs you to fuck her harder. It should be ridiculous, and it is, but the game knows it. It goes from serious psychological “who am I really” questions to you railing a cute futa on your desk like this is just another faculty meeting. And of course, I kept pausing the game thinking about how I would deliver those lines as a voice actor, where to add a breathy laugh, where to drag out a moan. Then I forgot completely and just clicked through, because seeing the professor pound that femboy into the bed while whispering in his ear about how good boys spread their legs for their teacher was way more interesting than analyzing anything.

Macario is such a mess of a man that he kinda feels real. Former boxer, body still thick and heavy, brain clearly not his strong point. The game drops you on him when his whole life is fucked: debts, cops, lost everything, dragged by a tax problem he probably never even understood. And then Miranda walks in, this “almost stepdaughter” who is supposed to just help him out, sign some papers, keep him out of prison while her mom is away. Instead you end up stuck with her in this fake little family bubble that gets way too intimate way too fast. As a voice nerd, I went in with low expectations and still got surprised: her voice is soft but not fake anime soft, more like a girl who learned to sound strong so no one sees she’s lonely. When she calls him “Macario” in that half annoyed, half caring tone, it hits different from when she lets a quiet “hey… dad” slip in the dark hallway after a tense scene. She’s not good at hiding how much it turns her on to play the daughter card, and you can hear it in the way her breathing changes line by line. I had to pause a couple times, not for the reasons you think, but to replay tiny pieces of dialog from the browser like some pervert director listening for micro‑moans.

The story acts like it wants to be about survival and taxes and second chances, then suddenly you are watching these two share a bed “just for tonight” and the whole tone flips from awkward to filthy. One moment they are arguing about grocery money, the next she’s whispering that if he wants to save cash they can shower together. The first time she crawls into his lap during a stupid movie night and pretends it’s nothing, the voice performance sells it so hard. She keeps her tone casual, joking, but there is this tiny tremble when her thighs “accidentally” spread and she asks if he’s “comfortable like this.” That tremble is erotic as hell. The sex scenes start hesitant, like both characters are trying to convince themselves this is just stress relief. When you finally push past the teasing and go vaginal, she tries to keep calling him by his name, but when you thrust deeper she slips into calling him “daddy” with this mix of shame and hunger that feels completely wrong and completely hot. There is a group scene later where they keep up that “we’re a family” mask while sharing her, and the way she tries to moan quietly so neighbors don’t hear, then fails, actually gave me goosebumps. It is not perfect, some lines sound like they were recorded in a closet with a cheap mic and there is this one moan she repeats a bit too often, but that roughness kind of matches Macario being a fucked up, broke boxer trying to play house with a girl who clearly wants more than just a fake father. If you’re into sensual delivery that slowly rots into outright incest fantasy and shared use, this thing crawls under your skin and stays there, like a dirty voice message you should delete but keep replaying anyway.

Three words first: awkward, horny, bittersweet. That is kind of the whole mood here. You’re the straight guy who finally gets confessed to by the cute “girl” from school, the one with the soft voice, stupidly pretty face, nice legs, shy smile, all of that. You panic, you say yes, your brain is screaming “I did it!” and then right after that the world slaps you with “oh yeah, she’s actually a guy.” The game pretty much lives inside that moment of confusion. It milks it. It stretches it. It keeps poking that same bruise: “you said you’re straight, so what the hell are you feeling right now?” And the answer is usually “hard.” The story plays it as romance and comedy at first, but there is this slow, sneaky sadness in there, like the way he keeps calling himself a “replacement girl” and laughs it off. That line stuck in my brain way more than the cumshots, which is kinda annoying because I came for the horny stuff and stayed for emotional damage like an idiot.

What I really liked is how cheap and petty the breakup plan is. You and your best friend literally sit down and go “ok, let’s make you the worst boyfriend ever so he dumps you.” You try to be late on purpose, you act cold, you ignore his texts, you pretend to be gross with your habits, and he still shows up in that cute outfit, blushing, trying so hard to be a good girlfriend even though he knows some people would just call him a trap and walk away. There is one scene where you drag him to a love hotel “by accident,” thinking he will freak out and run, but instead he just looks terrified and still says “if it makes you happy…” and undoes his skirt with shaky hands. That part hit me weird. It is hot, like really explicit, he is nervous and hard and trying to keep his voice from cracking while you touch him, and the game doesn’t fade to black or shy away from the details. At the same time you can feel he is afraid you might finally see “too much” and reject him. The sex is not soft-focus. There is messy blowjob, the kind where he tries to go deep and fails, chokes a little, tears in the corner of his eyes. There is anal where he clenches so hard you feel guilty even as you push inside. No censor bars, nothing. Just skin and precum and that annoying little whimper he does when you pull his hair. It is lewd as hell, but it never fully lets you relax, because the whole time he keeps thanking you for “not giving up on me yet” and it stings in the back of your mind that you are literally planning to throw him away. And yeah, the comedy bits are hit or miss. Sometimes the best friend is funny, sometimes he sounds like a Twitter thread. One of the texts about “straight guys speedrunning bi awakening any%” made me cringe and laugh at same time and I’m still mad about it.

But the game really shines when it goes quiet. There is this park scene, late date, just the two of you on a bench, and he asks if you would still like him if he stopped crossdressing. No sex in that moment, just his bare legs sticking out of that skirt, swinging nervously, and your choice box pops up. You can answer in such a cruel, detached way that it almost feels like you are kicking a puppy, or you can start slipping, saying things a “straight” guy shouldn’t say to a boy with lip gloss. If you keep going for the selfish breakup route, the way the story twists is actually mean. There is a “good” bad ending where you succeed and he dumps you, but you get this scene of him walking away in normal boy clothes, trying to smile, saying he is glad he could “practice being someone’s girlfriend at least once.” Then the game lets you sit there with that. No comforting speech, no heroic redemption on that branch, you just scroll through your phone alone, reading old messages where he spammed you cute selfies and little “good morning” lines. Felt kind of cold in my chest after that. And then on another route, if you let yourself fall for him, the sex scenes change tone. Same body, same dick, same panties, but your inner monologue shifts from “I’m not into guys” to counting the moles on his chest and thinking how nice he looks when he’s flushed and messy and calling your name. The romance is still awkward, the jokes still sometimes land sideways, the art has those weird small inconsistencies that only show up when he’s naked and you stare too close, but in a way I like that. It feels like a horny little VN made by someone who really loves femboys and also secretly enjoys stomping on the reader’s heart a bit. I finished one of the sadder routes, closed the tab, opened it again on another browser like a clown just to see him smile at me from the title screen and pretend I hadn’t already ruined his life once.

Diana feels like the kind of girl you’ve seen sitting in a corner of a campus café, scrolling through budgeting apps instead of Instagram, pretending everything’s fine while quietly falling apart. The game throws you into her mess right away: dead grandfather, old house, money problems, and this weird mix of grief and horny curiosity that actually feels more honest than most “adult” plots. She’s not some unstoppable sex goddess. She’s a little awkward, a little lost, and still ends up getting her ass spanked in ways that feel half punishment, half therapy. There is this one scene early on where she’s in her grandfather’s room, looking at his old stuff, and the camera lingers way too long on how tight her shorts are while she’s bending over a dusty drawer. I caught myself thinking: yeah, grief in porn is a risky move, but here it kind of works, because her body keeps betraying her while her brain is stuck in nostalgia. It’s almost funny how the game pretends to be a serious coming-of-age thing, then casually lets a hand slide over her ass, fingers pressing in like they’re testing dough, and she just… lets it happen a second too long.

What surprised me is how much the game likes to humiliate her in slow motion. Not just “oh no my clothes fell off”, but those stretched-out moments where she feels eyes on her skin. At one point, she’s stuck dealing with some annoying financial guy, and you know exactly the type: polite, slightly oily, the one that talks about “options” and “flexibility” while staring at your chest for just a bit too long. The scene builds up this uncomfortable tension where her debt slowly turns into leverage over her body. He shifts closer, his fingers brushing the fabric of her skirt, then gripping her thigh like he owns it. She hesitates, cheeks burning, and you can see the exact moment where obligation turns into reluctant arousal. The game is really into that line where consent is there, but it’s messy and full of shame. She gets her ass slapped for “being irresponsible,” and it’s absurd how erotic that moral judgment becomes. The smack echoes, her body jumps, her breathing speeds up, and the camera stays on the red bloom on her skin like it’s a new kind of confession. Honestly, the groping scenes sometimes feel a bit too “hands everywhere because we can,” like someone discovered the word “fondle” and never moved on, but then you get this tiny detail, like her trying to pull down her skirt while her shirt rides up, and it suddenly hits a different, almost philosophical note: how much of yourself do you trade away to survive, and when does humiliation turn into a kink you secretly nurture? The game doesn’t really answer that. It just lets Diana’s body keep talking for her, out in the open, when she would rather stay hidden.