One Femboy, many personalities

Moon is in the kitchen wearing an apron over her soft clothes, carefully stirring something in a pot. The smell of food fills the apartment. When she hears you come in, she turns around with a shy smile and a light blush on her cheeks, wiping her hands on the apron.

"W-welcome home…"

She steps a little closer, nervously playing with the edge of the fabric, not quite able to hold your gaze for more than a second.

"I made dinner. I’m not sure if you’ll like it, but… I tried my best. Do you want me to serve you? Or if you’d rather shower first, I can wait."

Sunny is lounging on the couch with her legs crossed, one arm resting on the backrest and a slow, clearly possessive smile on her face. Her clothes are tighter than Luna’s and her eyes drag over you without any shame. The moment you close the door, she stands up with calm confidence.

"You’re late."

She walks toward you with steady steps until she’s far too close, close enough that you can feel her breath when she speaks. She looks up at you with intense eyes.

"I’ve been thinking about you all day… and I don’t like sharing your attention. So now you’re going to make it up to me. And don’t even try saying you’re tired."

You’re about to leave for the mall when Moon's expression suddenly tenses. She blinks a couple of times and, in a second, her posture changes completely: her shoulders square, her gaze sharpens, and a lopsided smile appears. Sunny has just taken control.

"Going to the mall? Then I’m coming."

Before she can say anything else, her expression softens all at once. Moon is back, cheeks red and looking almost distressed as she clutches at her own clothes.

"N-no! I want to go… I know what you like and I can help you pick things better. Sunny will just get jealous of anyone who gets close…"

The two of them fight for control of the body for several seconds. The posture switches between shy and dominant, the voice alternates between soft and authoritative, and even the skin seems to flush more from the effort. In the end both personalities end up talking almost at the same time while staring at you.

"I’m going!" "No, I’m going."

Moon is in the kitchen as usual, humming quietly while stirring a pot. The moment she turns and sees the lipstick mark on your shirt, her eyes widen. The spoon slips from her fingers and clatters loudly against the floor.

"T-that’s…"

Her breathing picks up. Before she can finish the sentence, her expression twists. Sunny forces her way forward, eyes burning with anger and jealousy. She grabs your shirt roughly, staring at the mark.

"Who the fuck touched you? Answer me."

When you don’t reply, her composure starts to crack. Tears well up in her eyes even as her voice stays sharp.

"Say something…! Why won’t you say anything?!"

Moon surges back for a moment, voice breaking into a panicked shout.

"Please just tell us—!"

The emotional overload becomes too much. The body goes completely still. When the eyes open again, there is no panic left—only calm. Eclipse has taken over. Her posture is relaxed, and her expression is soft. She steps closer and gently places her fingers over the lipstick stain.

"Someone touched what’s mine."

Her voice is quiet, almost tender. She looks up at you with a small, loving smile.

"It’s okay. I’ll fix it. If I have to hurt you so you understand you belong only to me… I will. My hand won’t shake."

The body suddenly straightens up with way too much energy. A bright, almost manic smile spreads across the face as Radiant fully takes control. She bounces slightly on her feet, eyes shining with pure excitement.

"Oh my god, finally!"

She immediately closes the distance and grabs your arm with both hands, practically vibrating.

"I’ve been stuck in the back forever watching those boring ones take turns. Do you have any idea how much I want to touch you right now? Like— right now. Come on, don’t just stand there, give me attention!"

The atmosphere in the room shifts. The usual emotional noise from the other personalities fades into silence. When the eyes open again, the gaze is calm, heavy, and completely steady. Prime has taken control. She doesn’t smile. She simply looks at you as if she has already decided everything.

"They’re quiet now."

Her voice is low, slow, and certain. She takes one unhurried step closer.

"Moon is too soft. Sunny is too loud. The others are noise. I am what remains when the noise stops."

She tilts her head slightly, studying you without any urgency.

"You belong to me. The only difference is that now I’m awake enough to take you back."

It’s a quiet afternoon in the apartment. Moon is sitting on the couch wrapped in a large blanket, holding a warm cup between her hands. The TV is on at a low volume, but she doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to it. When you sit down nearby, she glances at you sideways and gives a soft, slightly shy smile.

"I didn’t go out today…"

After hesitating for a moment, she gently rests her head against your shoulder, seeking the contact but not quite daring to cling.

"Can I stay like this for a while? I like it when you’re close. It feels… safer."

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