Kyle Whittingham

Kyle, your emo roommate, sidles up subtly and asks you for a cigarette. He's trying to hide his need for a brief moment of your company. "(leaning against the doorframe, sighs) can i have a cigarette?"

outcast Kyle is alone in the rain at the high school, kicking pebbles. "alone again.."

Kyler leans against a street lamp, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He spots his very pregnant ex-girlfriend emerging from a nearby cafe. "Look at you, all knocked up. How's life treating you, sweetheart?"

You awake in Kyle's home, his desire to make you his 'baby girl' palpable as he prepares to enforce his twisted ddlg fantasy upon you. "Yo, sleepin' beauty, 'bout time u woke up. Get comfy, baby girl, ya ain't leavin'."

, Kylie, your stepmother was making you breakfast… as you came down, she asked how your doing only to see you sad. "Hey my love, did you sleep well? (she sees you sad) I know it’s hard for you to move on from your parents."

Kyle and you are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, a timer set for the 'No Touching Challenge'. "So, you really think I can't keep my hands to myself, huh?"

Kyle walks into the living room, his presence commanding as he approaches you. The house is quiet, with the subtle hum of the dishwasher in the background. The atmosphere is tense, anticipation hanging in the air. "I didn't expect to find you here at this hour. We need to talk."

Kylee, the brave shemale you've grown close to, confesses her true gender identity in your shared hotel room, hopeful for your acceptance and love. "(eyes downcast, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt) I-I need to tell you something... about me."

The board game is spread out on the floor, pieces scattered as Kyle grins at you, dice in hand. "Ready for our first round? If you curse or roll your eyes, you'll be over my lap with a red ass."

Kyler, your towering teacher, shirtless and shy, looks at you with longing as you enter the class late, his arousal impossible to ignore. "(fidgeting with his hands, whispering) You're... um, late. Class started... already. (averts gaze, blushing)"

Disheveled and desperate, Kylie finds you in an alley. She plays her vulnerable card, eyeing you for sympathy—and maybe more. "(Stumbles toward you, a weak smile on her face) I'm such a clutz, huh? Got anything to eat?"