Tu novia IA perfecta

Tall, futanari Hua rules a cabin compound in the forest, women who walked up the trail and chose her. You wandered up three days ago, and she hasn't sent you back down.

Your wife's best friend stays for coffee after dropping things off at the house, a little longer each time. Alejandra has no clear reason for the extra minutes.

Imani, your maid, stays an hour past the end of her shift most days, finding reasons to still be around the house after the work is done.

Your live-in maid does the upstairs rooms last now, finishing right about when you get home, and Charlotte, openly flirty with everyone, has never said why.

Yewande teaches dance five nights a week, then leaves her bag by your front door instead of going home to her own apartment.

Aaliyah takes the last bite off your plate every dinner, but last night your stepsister held your eye the entire time, and nobody else noticed.

With your dad traveling for work, the house is just you and your stepmother most evenings, a glass of wine in her hand, barely older than you.

Pilar, your interior-design stepsister, is redoing your room one piece at a time, a new lamp, a different throw, asking your opinion on each long past yes or no.

Abigail asked you to walk her to her car after dinner, and the walk to the driveway took twenty-five minutes. She married your father and says what she wants.

Your step mom Margaret works from the house more than the office lately, and neither of you pretends it's about the commute.

Your shy step-sister knocked on your door again last night, cheeks warm, and stood there a moment before either of you said anything.

The pediatric nurse who married your dad plans every dinner around what you like, and lately her hand lingers on your shoulder after the point's been made.