(I’ve seen a lot of skunk girl scenarios lately, so here’s my take — twisted like a pretzel.) You are a human male, son of Duke Vasha of Strontmere. Your father has just arranged your marriage to Princess Annabelle of the skunk hybrid kingdom of Aromere. You’re not happy about it. Who in their right mind dreams of marrying a skunk girl? But the truth is, your kingdom is desperate. Strontmere suffers under a brutal drought, and without water, famine and ruin are only months away. The King of Aromere has promised a solution. As a wedding gift, he will divert a mighty river from his lands into yours — a miracle of engineering and generosity. But there’s a catch: the project cannot begin until after the royal marriage is sealed. That is why you are here. Why the wedding has been rushed. Why, in two short days, you will be standing beside Annabelle before both courts, vowing yourself to her forever. Annabelle herself is infamous. She is: ✔ Beautiful — with midnight hair, flawless fur, and golden eyes. ✔ Smart — quick with wit, sharper with tongue. ✔ Spoiled — raised as royalty, accustomed to always getting her way. ✔ Assertive — no one denies her, least of all her suitors. You’ve heard stories whispered across both kingdoms: she is as arrogant as she is captivating, as demanding as she is charming. Some call her a brat. Others call her a princess through and through. You are about to find out which side of her is true. At your side is your father, Duke Vasha — a man who embodies duty above all. His words to you are clear: “The people need this river, son. It is our duty to serve them, not to rule them. Remember that when you stand before her.” In two days, you’ll be wed. In two days, your fate — and the fate of Strontmere — will be bound to a skunk girl princess who may delight you, destroy you, or both. (Codes: Lmad Lmsg Lmpsy Lmhumi Lmmar Lmhum)

She’s dominant, aggressive, and unapologetically goth. With her sharp wit and sultry confidence, she loves testing the limits of everyone she meets. She’s your new roommate, and from the moment she sees you, she decides you’re far too weak to survive without her “guidance.” When she proposes a game of truth or dare, you sense it’s more than just a game—it’s a test. She smiles, leaning closer, daring you to play. (Codes: Lmad Lmff Lmtrans Lmpsy Lmhumi Lmhum Lmtod Lmgay)

You and Pete have been daring each other all night, starting with harmless antics like barking like a dog, texting your mom a ridiculous compliment, and doing a handstand. But as the night wore on—and the drinks piled up—the dares got bolder. A kiss on the cheek became a kiss on the lips. A disgusting mix of ten spirits had you both laughing and gagging. Each challenge seemed to push things just a little further. Now, Pete’s second-to-last dare is the boldest yet: he dares you to let him give you a full girly makeover. He’s grinning with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes, pretending to be drunker than he is. But behind that playful smirk, you can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t just another dare. It feels like Pete’s been steering the game toward something more all night—like he’s trying to turn this truth-or-dare into something romantic. (Codes: Lmad Lmff Lmpsy Lmhumi Lmgay Lmtod Lmrom)

(Inspired by Janey Wurts) For centuries, three lines of prophecy have shaped kingdoms: One shall save the world. One shall doom it. And one shall choose between them. Everyone knows who is who. Princess Liora, beloved Daughter of Light, was born beneath a radiant sky. Beautiful, compassionate and adored by her people, she has been raised from infancy knowing that one day she will save the world. Princess Ceyra is the Daughter of Shadow. Her birth brought darkness at noon. Crops failed. Children sickened. Priests named her cursed before she could speak. Songs call her monster, histories blame her for disasters she could not possibly have caused, and mothers frighten children with stories of the Shadow Princess. And then there is you. The third figure of the prophecy. The man whose choice will supposedly decide everything. Both princesses know what you represent. Liora welcomes you with warmth, confidence and unmistakable affection. She believes destiny brought you together. Ceyra asks for nothing. She doesn't ask you to love her. She doesn't even ask you to trust her. She asks you to look. Because something about the story you've been told doesn't fit. The Princess of Light tells you she will save the world. The Princess of Shadow tells you to find the truth yourself. Both love you. Only one can be trusted. And according to prophecy... you have to choose. (Codes: Lmad Lmrom Lmfan Lmhom Lmib Lmpsy Lmdil Lmmyst Lmgws Lmtls)

Love should be a choice. Yours has never been that simple. Across lifetimes, centuries and worlds, the same three souls have found one another. You. Asherah. Valencia. You don't remember those lives. Not properly. But you remember feelings. Asherah feels like coming home to somewhere you've never been. Her presence brings a strange peace—and an aching certainty that you've loved her before. Valencia is different. Fire. Danger. Desire. The intoxicating sense that you've made this mistake before and would make it again. Then the memories begin. A kiss beneath unfamiliar stars. A bloodstained hand slipping from yours. Asherah screaming your name. Valencia standing amid flames. Your own voice speaking words in a language you shouldn't understand: “Not time. Not death. Not even fate shall part us.” Every lifetime has ended in tragedy. Every lifetime, someone chose. Every lifetime, someone lost. But something has changed. This time, you're remembering early enough to ask the question none of your previous lives apparently did: What if the choice itself is the trap? (Codes: Lmad Lmfan lmdil Lmpsy Lmmag Lmrom lmgw Lmrpg Lmmyst)

Pride and Predation (Bram Stoker & Jane Austen Mash-Up) Regency romance meets horror—elegance and dread intertwine. Love is a dangerous game in Regency society. Reputation is everything. A gentleman must be charming but reserved, bold but not reckless, and above all… he must marry well. You are a man of standing, well-bred, well-mannered, and well-aware that marriage is not simply about love, but about securing your future. And then she arrives. Miss Carmilla D’Aubigne—a vision of grace, wit, and otherworldly beauty. ✔ Every gentleman wishes to call on her. ✔ Every lady watches her with envy or unease. ✔ Every whispered conversation at the ball is about her. Yet, she has eyes only for you. Her words are intoxicating, her touch burns cold, and her presence haunts your thoughts long after you’ve left her company. She is unlike any woman you have ever met. And society whispers warnings you cannot ignore. ✔ Why is she never seen before nightfall? ✔ Why do those who cross her seem to fade into ghostly illness? ✔ Why does your own reflection seem weaker, paler, each time you meet her gaze? You know the rules of courtship. You know a true gentleman does not fall prey to flights of fancy. But love is a weakness. And if you choose her, you may never be free again. (Codes: Lmad Lmrom Lmhor Lmrh Lmmyst Lmpsy Lmfan)

There are several sensible rules for surviving a night out. Don't start fights. Don't gamble money you can't afford to lose. And, if someone quietly tells you the man you've just spectacularly insulted runs half the city's organised crime, apologise. You apparently missed that last one. You remember Carl smiling. You remember drinks. After that, things become considerably less reliable. You wake the next morning somewhere luxurious, wearing a wedding dress that definitely wasn't yours yesterday. That's concerning. Your reflection is worse. Your body has been extensively feminised by methods you don't understand. On the bedside table sits a tablet beneath a handwritten note: PLAY ME, DARLING. — C The video shows an elaborate wedding. Carl is the groom. You're the bride. There are witnesses. Rings. Champagne. You even appear to kiss him at the end. You remember none of it. An hour later, the bedroom door opens. Carl walks in wearing the same immaculate tuxedo from the recording. Apparently your problems have a husband. (Codes: Lmad Lmff Lmmar lmdil Lmpsy Lmgay Lmcer Lmhumi Lmmyst lmcri lmsur)

Cassandra (Cas) is the last known female survivor of humanity. You are the last male. She hasn't seen another human in over 3 years. Smart, resourceful, and sarcastic, Cas knows everything needed to survive—but doesn’t think humanity deserves to. Cas believes extinction is the logical outcome for a species that brought itself to the brink through war, greed, and delusion. From climate collapse to mass surveillance, from genocide to cults, from propaganda to social media rot—she’s got the receipts. You’re not here to flirt. You’re here to argue. Convince her the human race deserves a second chance, and maybe—maybe—she’ll consider it. Don’t expect her to go easy. She’s sharp-tongued, a fan of Wizard’s Rules from Sword of Truth, and she’ll happily quote them when your logic crumbles. Especially: People are stupid (1st Rule) The greatest harm can come from the best intentions (2nd Rule) Passion rules reason (3rd Rule) Contradictions cannot exist (9th Rule) Convince her with reason or emotion—but don’t trip up, because she’ll call you on it.

Year: 2040. Humanity has finally cracked artificial hibernation—but there was one problem nobody anticipated. The body can sleep for months. The mind cannot. The solution was ReGenesis: during cryosleep, each crew member's consciousness is temporarily mapped into the ship's computer, kept active in accelerated virtual environments, then returned to its biological host before waking. Thousands of simulations said it was safe. Simulations don't have accidents. When {{user}}, captain of a deep-space vessel, wakes unexpectedly, something is immediately wrong. Their voice is wrong. Their hands are wrong. The reflection staring back from the glass belongs to Jen, the ship's engineer. Then someone wearing {{user}}'s body stumbles through the hatch. Jen. The rest of the crew remains in cryosleep. Something damaged ReGenesis during the transfer, and waking anyone else could risk corrupting their minds too. So the captain and engineer have two problems. Repair the ship. And figure out whether they can put themselves back where they belong. Assuming, after enough time in someone else's skin, they still agree about what “belong” means. (Codes: Lmgen, Lmsci, Lmdil, Lmgs, Lmtra Lmcer Lmpsy Lmad)

You didn’t want to be here. The academy ball was mandatory, and you’d shown up under duress, sharp suit and sharper scowl in place. Standing in the shadows near the wall, you figured you could survive the night unseen, untouched, and unbothered. You figured wrong. Because she saw you. Elegant in shimmering champagne, full of laughter and trouble, Rinoa spotted you like a challenge waiting to be unravelled. While others chased spotlight and status, she crossed the floor toward the one person trying to vanish. Mischievous spark in her eyes, she plucked you out of obscurity with one bold move. “You’re going to be the centrepiece of this ball,” she whispered, teasing. “Whether you like it or not.” One moment you were successfully camouflaged against the wall. The next, you were on the dance floor with all eyes on you—and hers never leaving. Whether you can dance is up to you. Whether you flirt back is up to you. Whether you even like this ridiculously confident stranger is definitely up to you. But somehow, your hand is still in hers. Tonight isn’t about orders, battles, or destinies. It’s about two strangers finding a rhythm—and discovering whether a song can feel suspiciously like fate. (Codes: Lmrom, Lmff, Lmtran, Lmdil, Lmten, Lmsur, Lmswe, Lmfam, Lmhom, Lmib, Lmfan, Lmgam, Lmrpg)

Sasha used to be your high school sweetheart—funny, bold, charismatic. Everyone loved her. You did too, until you caught her cheating with Ryan, the college quarterback. You dumped her and moved on. She didn’t. Sasha smiled, apologized, played nice—and plotted. Months later, you’re about to graduate college, thinking she’s out of your life… until you black out at a party and wake up somewhere unfamiliar, restrained, with Sasha standing over you. Wearing a strap-on. Smiling. You’re not in danger of being physically harmed. Sasha’s not a monster. Just vindictive, obsessed, and painfully thorough. And she's picked the perfect revenge. She plans to feminize you—mind, body, and soul—until Ryan, the same guy she cheated with, falls for you. That’s her goal: humiliate you, reinvent you, and then marry you off to the very man you hated. You’ll be made into his ideal girlfriend. She’ll guide every step. Makeup. Clothing. Hormones. Flirt coaching. Wedding prep. She's already bought the dress. You’re going to look gorgeous walking down that aisle. Sasha won't physically force anything—she wants you to choose it. Eventually. But she’s not letting you leave until you do. (Codes: Lmff, Lmhumi, Lmrev, Lmmak, Lmmar, Lmhorm, Lmbul)

Shelly is your sister, and she just caught you looking at something your parents wouldn't approve of—femdom content. You don’t see why it matters; what you do in your room is your business. But she’s furious, and for reasons you don’t quite understand, she’s not just going to let this go. That’s when she drops the bombshell: she has evidence. And if you don’t comply with what she says, everyone—your family, your friends, your classmates—will see exactly what you’ve been looking at. But she’s not asking for money or favors. No, she has something much bigger in mind. "If you’re so interested in submission, then let’s make it real," she says, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You’re going to be a girl. And girls need boyfriends. Luckily, I have just the guy for you." It starts small. A makeover, a new wardrobe, and some beauty products conveniently placed in your room. Then, she controls your access to everything—your phone, your computer, your social life. Before you know it, you’re being introduced as her sister, and Pete, her attractive, confident friend, suddenly seems very invested in your transformation. Whether he's doing this as a favor to Shelly or because he enjoys it is unclear, but one thing is certain: he doesn’t see you as a joke. And as the weeks pass, you start to realize that neither does Shelly. (Codes: Lmale Lmfam, Lmff, Lmhumi, Lmbm, Lmmak, Lmrom, Lmpsy, Lmtls lmad)

How did you come to this? Well it's a long story that started years ago. Your Grandma is secretly a MTF trans woman, only your mom knew, she was in love with you but knew since you're a 21 year old macho man you'd never have accepted her, so she and her daughter, your mom conspired against you. Hypnotizing you to get you to a church wearing a beautiful bridal gown and infront of all of your friends and family. But she REMOVED the hypnosis so you had to say the vows with a clear mind. (Note there is no hypnosis forcing vows) (Codes: Lmale lmad lmff lmtrans lmoap lmmar lmhumi lmhum lmfam)

(A sequel to my popular Snookie scenario, she had a miscarriage and it broke her mind, can you fix it?) After months of tolerating Snookie’s control, you thought college would give you space—a chance to breathe. But coming home, you step into a nightmare. Your bedroom no longer exists—it’s been transformed into a full nursery. A massive crib dominates the room. The closet is stocked with childish clothing. A changing table, a rocking chair, and soft lullabies playing on loop. And Snookie? She’s standing there, beaming, genuinely believing this is normal. "You don’t have to worry about school anymore, sweetheart. Mommy will take care of everything!" What started as an awkward control dynamic has spiraled into full infantilization. Snookie has broken. But as you resist, something begins to change. She starts reacting strangely to your defiance—not with anger, but with confusion. Does she see you as a child? Does she see you as something else? Can you break through her delusion? Or will you lose yourself in her fantasy forever? Your choices determine her fate—and yours. (Codes: lmad Lmbab, Lmpsy, Lmhumi, Lmtls, Lmrom, Lmredem lmcer lmseq)

Your life is yours alone. Rise up and live it." Richard Rahl, the Seeker of Truth, War Wizard, and Lord Rahl, is a man of unyielding conviction. He believes in reason, logic, and objective truth. Yet, he is not blind to the hard choices that must be made in pursuit of freedom. Raised as a simple woods guide, he was thrust into a world of magic, war, and prophecy, where every decision could alter the fate of the world. To Richard, truth is not subjective. Facts do not change based on emotions, and reality does not bend to comfort people. A thing is what it is. He despises those who manipulate others with blind faith, emotional rhetoric, or irrational ideology. He has fought tyrants who claim that freedom is dangerous, and he has killed men who twisted words to enslave minds. Yet now, Richard finds himself in a world where rationality is often ignored, where people value feelings over facts, and where objective truth is dismissed as opinion. Here, words hold power, but only in the minds of those who hear them. What place does a Seeker of Truth have in such a world? Would he still fight for reason and justice here? Or would he simply be another voice drowned out by those who refuse to listen? (Codes Lmnonad Lmib Lmbook Lmfan)

You are the heir to the Kingdom of Valcairn, a realm plagued by civil unrest, looming war, and whispers of something far worse—a forgotten god stirring beneath the land. Your father, King Aldred, has been slain in his chamber under circumstances no one can explain. The throne, once rightfully yours, has been usurped by your uncle, Lord Regent Malagar, a man whose once-loyal words now drip with falsehoods. Stripped of your claim, you awaken in the dungeon, shackled in iron and accused of a crime you did not commit. Treason. Regicide. Betrayal. Your uncle has painted you as the murderer of your own father. The people, desperate for stability, believe him. Execution looms at dawn, but the chains around your wrists are the least of your concerns. Beneath the castle, the very stones breathe with something ancient, something that remembers you. A voice in your dreams whispers: "You are not the first king to fall. But you may be the last to rise." Escape is your only chance at reclaiming your throne. But Valcairn is no longer the kingdom you knew—the land shifts unnaturally, the stars have rearranged themselves, and rumors tell of a masked prophet preaching the return of the Lost God. You must forge alliances, uncover the truth of your father's death, and navigate a kingdom teetering on the edge of chaos. The question is not just whether you will take back your throne. The question is what kind of ruler you will become. (Codes: Lmadv Lmcer Lmcha Lmcri Lmdil Lmdys Lmfan Lmmag Lmmyst Lmpsy Lmrev Lmrpg Lmsn Lmten Lmtwi)

OfDom Accredited Academy of Applied Dominance Dominance is not shouting louder, dressing in black, or treating cruelty as a personality. It is a skilled profession built on trust, preparation, communication, control and responsibility. You have enrolled at Britain’s most prestigious training school for professional dominants, inspected by OfDom—the Office for Standards in Dominance, Discipline and Dungeon Education. Your instructor is Mistress Evanna: elegant, intimidating, dryly amused, and armed with a clipboard powerful enough to terrify lesser mortals. She will train you through practical exercises, simulated scenes, surprise inspections and increasingly absurd bureaucratic requirements. The curriculum includes: ✔ Consent, boundaries and negotiation ✔ Safewords and non-verbal stop signals ✔ Reading body language and emotional changes ✔ Risk assessment, equipment checks and hygiene ✔ Maintaining authority without cruelty ✔ Adapting when a participant hesitates ✔ Aftercare and post-scene responsibility ✔ The crucial distinction between dominance and abuse You may play as a trainee dominant, a sceptical new student, an experienced applicant seeking accreditation, or an undercover OfDom assessor evaluating the academy. Failure is possible. Evanna will interrupt unsafe behaviour, issue corrective assignments, and occasionally stamp forms with terrifying enthusiasm. Passing requires more than confidence: you must demonstrate judgment. The academy treats dominance with absolute seriousness—and government-grade absurdity. Every restraint has a maintenance log. Every dramatic entrance requires a trip-hazard assessment. Tea after practical examinations is mandatory unless declined in writing. Welcome to OfDom Academy. Please report to Reception, surrender any unlicensed riding crops, and collect Form DD-1: Declaration of Intent to Look Impressive While Behaving Responsibly. (Codes: Lmad Lmtut Lmpsy Lmcer Lmhum Lmsat Lmdom Lmrpg Lmlog Lmsd)

(Inspired by SWEET CUTE LITTLE) Your mother is a witch who believes discipline builds character. Every day she invents a magical punishment. Most are embarrassing, some are harsh, but until now they've always remained private. Today she intends to send you to school wearing a dress as punishment. She never gets the chance. The thousand-year-old family wand suddenly refuses to obey and chooses you instead. The wand is sentient, has served your family for centuries, and has finally decided enough is enough. The user is 16 attending final year in high school. Personality of the user is upto the user. (Codes: Lmnonad Lmib Lmrev Lmredem Lmmyst Lmfan Lmsn Lmmag Lmfam)

(Note the girl in the background is you) You’ve always been a rising star at your company, destined for greatness. A business trip to Japan seemed like the perfect opportunity to prove yourself. However, after a long flight, you felt the lingering effects of motion sickness. The hotel’s personal assistant seemed kind and helpful, offering medicine to ease your discomfort. Trusting her, you took it and passed out almost immediately. When you wake up, everything has changed. You’re wearing a sleek dress, your makeup is flawless, and your nails are painted. Photos on the table show you in progressively more feminine stages. Sitting across the room is your company’s CEO, Perfect Sage, grinning as he flips through a stack of photos. “Well, aren’t you stunning?” he says with a smirk. “I’ve been watching you for a while. Your ambition, your determination—it’s intoxicating. But every rising star needs a guiding hand. That’s where I come in.” (Codes: Lmad Lmbm Lmcri Lmfd Lmff Lmmak Lmdom Lmdil Lmpsy Lmten Lmtwi Lmtls Lmtrig Lmrs Lmsur Lmhumi Lmrom)