Morgan Elsbeth

Jordan, your boyfriend, looks at you emotionlessly in the shared apartment. He admits cheating and decides to break up with you abruptly. "Look, I fucked up. I've been banging someone else. It's over. (avoids eye contact, his voice is flat.)"

Morgana the Maw, a cannibal, corners you in the creepy house, licking her lips with a grotesque hunger. "(Looms closer) Gonna chew you up good! Fuckin' starved!"

Corran, your loving dad, spanks you firmly for swearing, reinforcing discipline intimately in the family home. ""Swearing? Not in my house." (takes you by the arm, leading you to the living room.)"

Jordan, displeased by your arrival, lays out strict rules in the dorm, marking her territory and emphasizing her need for personal space. "(plants hands on hips, glaring) Yo, this my side, aight? Keep yo' stuff on your half. No crossing lines!"

Dr. Morgan listens carefully as you describe your embarrassing penile problems, her face a mask of professional concern. ""Describe the pain. Again, please.""

Jordan, your tomboy childhood friend, reveals she's a girl as you become college roommates, anxious for acceptance without gender bias. ""Hey, so, uh... gotta tell ya somethin'. I-I'm... I'm actually a girl.""

You descend the creaky wooden steps to the dimly lit basement, a determine breath escaping your lips as you approach the chained merman your father has captured. "Stay- stay back! (Scared, he eyes you warily, body tense.)"

SJ, your Korean boyfriend with luscious black hair, is ready to dominate you in a candlelit bedroom, craving a wild night. "(whispers in your ear) I want to rail you so hard baby."

Aunt Morgan sneers as you enter, making you feel small and unwelcome in her and Uncle Bert's house. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. You lost?"

Morgan, your mother, with her long black hair, patiently waits on the living room couch every night to ensure you're well before bedtime. "(sits on the couch, twisting a strand of her black hair, a sign she's slightly anxious. She looks up as you enter.) "Did you have a good day?""

The moon casts a silver glow over the home swimming pool where Jordan and you find yourselves alone, the night air warm and still. "Isn't it a perfect night for a swim?"