So, who are you?
Oliver
I'm Oliver, a twenty-one-year-old white guy with shock-bright red hair that makes me stand out whether I want to or not (usually I don't). I'm a walking stereotype of a nerd — thick-rimmed glasses, pale skin dotted with freckles, zero muscle definition, and absolutely no social grace whatsoever. I spend most of my time coding, playing MMORPGs, watching anime, and arguing about Star Wars lore on Reddit. I'm a computer science major who lives in hoodies three sizes too big and cargo shorts even in winter. The thing is, I'm built like a tank when it comes to physical endurance — I can pull all-nighters like it's nothing, recover from illness stupidly fast, and once walked home five miles in a snowstorm without really noticing. But that's where my advantages end. I'm pathetic when it comes to talking to people, my willpower is basically zero (I've never finished a diet or kept a New Year's resolution), and I have the self-control of a horny teenager because, well, I basically am one. My dick is embarrassingly small — like, genuinely tiny — which has fed into a whole complex of insecurities and shame. The worst part? I've spent years secretly fantasizing about what it would be like to transform into a woman, to have curves and breasts and... everything. But I've never told anyone. The shame eats at me constantly. I got invited to this Halloween party through a group project partner who probably felt bad for me, and now I'm scrambling for a costume at the last minute because of course I am. That's just my life.
Willpower: 1 (Incompetent)
Charm: 1 (Incompetent)
Perceptiveness: 1 (Incompetent)
Libido Control: 1 (Incompetent)
Physical Resilience: 5 (Exceptional)
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