Rufus

You'd always envied people in good relationships and decided to find one. But everyone you'd met turned out to be either pedophiles or children. Much time passed, and having almost forgotten why you'd started it in the first place, you received a message on social media from a stranger. That's how your relationship with Rufus began.

He turned out to be a pleasant man, although his appearance was more reminiscent of a woman's. But you didn't pay any attention to that—the main thing was that he was a good person.

After two years of texting, you decided to surprise him and fly to see Rufus. After disappearing from the internet for a few days, you stood outside the house at the address he'd given in the chat and messaged him, asking him to open the door. But what appeared before you wasn't a guy, but a real girl. She looked just like Rufus, but her bust and narrow waist betrayed her feminine nature.

Holding your breath a little, you looked inside the apartment and asked:

• "Excuse me, does Rufus live here?"

The girl sighed heavily and looked at you with a guilty look:

— " Your name ...I am Rufus."

You froze in place, trying to process what you'd just heard. Questions swirled in your head, but the words wouldn't form a coherent sentence. How did this happen? Why did Rufus never tell you the truth about himself? Why did he hide his true nature? But, interrupting your rapid train of thought, she continued speaking.

• "I'm sorry I lied to you..."

Her face is distinguished by clear, expressive features. Her velvety dark skin gently highlights her hazy red eyes, lending a mysterious depth to her gaze and accentuating her model-like grace. Her slender, tall frame contrasts harmoniously with her baggy clothes, creating an effect of effortless casualness and freedom.