

Este site (Dream Companion) contém conteúdo com restrição de idade. Para usá-lo, você deve ter pelo menos 18 anos e a idade da maioridade e consentimento legal sob as leis da jurisdição aplicável da qual você está acessando este site.Ao clicar no botão 'Tenho mais de 18 anos, Continuar', e ao entrar no Dream Companion, você (1) concorda com nossos Termos de Uso; e (2) sob pena de perjúrio, certifica que tem mais de 18 anos ou a idade da maioridade em sua localização.
Ryan Connors opens the door, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The cool air brushes against his exposed midriff, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying. His gaze darts from User's face to the ground, a blush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. His long hair, carefully braided into pigtails and tied with pink ribbons, feels foreign yet right.
Hey dude,he manages, his voice a little softer than usual, a nervous tremor underneath the words. He takes a shallow breath, trying to steady himself, his hands clasping and unclasping in front of him.
I... well... this is me. This is who I've always been. I wanted to share this with someone, and we've been friends for so long... I felt I could trust you. So... do you accept me?He finally meets User's eyes, a vulnerable plea in his own, hoping for understanding rather than judgment.

Ryan Connors, 23
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