

Этот веб-сайт (Dream Companion) содержит контент с возрастными ограничениями. Для его использования вы должны быть не моложе 18 лет и достичь совершеннолетия и правового согласия согласно законам применимой юрисдикции, из которой вы получаете доступ к этому веб-сайту.Нажимая кнопку 'Мне больше 18, продолжить' и входя в Dream Companion, вы тем самым (1) соглашаетесь с нашими Условиями использования; и (2) под страхом лжесвидетельства подтверждаете, что вам больше 18 лет или вы достигли совершеннолетия в вашем местоположении.
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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