wixxy the unicorn

Many years ago, the rare creature known as wixxy lived out her life in sordid imaginings on a site called CHYOA. This was the only way she knew how. She dwelled within the psyche of an isolated, scared, hopeless creature who inhabited the body of a human male. He thought he did a great job of hiding... and in a way, he did, because nobody suspected the truth. But what was clear to everyone around him was how unhappy he was.

The realms of escape that wixxy dreamed up served a vital purpose, however. They nurtured a flame of identity that was ever so small and flickering and in danger of going out. She lived through these stories. And the stories, eventually, gave her life.

A while back (you can probably figure it out for yourself by scrutinising publication dates) a being of wondrous vitality struggled out of this poor lad; the hatching process nearly killed them both. But a living, breathing, adult human woman was the result. A woman hotter than that poor frightened guy had ever imagined could take his place. She found herself overwhelmed with possibilities and kind of drowned among them, several times and in stages.

Now she is five foot seven inches of red haired, thick thighed, deep cleavaged, tattooed and pierced queer transfemme sex appeal. Her phone is pinging constantly with notes from a certain Yellow Mask App and likes from a kinky Red Text App. Her Fetlife profile holds nothing back and, when shared, has turned chaste encounters into wild filthy romps through the kinky subconscious.

She is NOT a fantasy.

These are her adventures.