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"It's not that bad." He whispered to you. "This is embarrassing..." "I know. Listen." You replied in a whisper. "I'm here to snap you back to reality." Helion blinked at you. "Wh- what do you mean?" He stammered. "Slumped shoulders, and you can't even look your opponent in the eye anymore. If you don't change that attitude, you're going to lose." He gave a weak shrug. "I know. But I can't beat him." You jabbed your finger hard against his chest. "You listen to me. I've seen you train out here every day. Nobody works harder here than you do. You're strong and dedicated. And yet you're telling me you don't stand a chance?" He met your eyes and then quickly glanced away. "I..." He shrugged. "I don't know." You could feel the crowd getting anxious, and the Captain was starting to hover closer. You were running out of time. "Listen to me. You can win. And e" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "white marble and pillars. Your naked body was covered in a white toga. You were in a white building, with several pieces of expensive looking furniture with purple cloth covering their cushions. On a sofa on the other end of the room sat the witch, idly looking at her nails. <<if $dream6 == 'sex'>>"It was just about to get good."<<elseif $dream6 == 'temp'>>"You're such a prude, aren't you?"<<else>>"I'm a man... I'm a man... who cares?"<</if>> Her gaze shot up to your face. You felt shame at first, but it didn't last long. Anger replaced it quick enough. "Stop playing games with me. How are you even here?" You demanded. The witch blew on her nails. "Well... had you considered..." She continued pointing one finger at you. "... that I'm not. Most likely I'm just a product of your imagination. Young women have so many hormones swirling insides their bodies." S" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "5" size="100,100"><<set $Tyri_R += 1>>"Well..." You fidgeted slightly. "When I was being held captive... there was this boy... He was the only person who was nice to me." Obviously that was a lie, but it felt close enough to the truth. "We would play together, it was nice." You let out a sigh as you thought back to those days in Belin. "It was just about the only good thing in my life back then." One finger trailed the surface of the water as you found yourself thinking back to the two of you running along the edge of the river. "Wow..." The girls said in unison. "That sounds like true love." Agatha added. "Was he handsome?" Judith asked. "Love... well..." You muttered. "And handsome, I mean... we were just kids." "I guess you must have never thought of him like that." Claire remarked. Claire and the other girls got closer and closer, so close that you were almost touching. "I... think that" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "looking at you. You blinked at yourself. If it was just looks, maybe that would be fine. 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"We have several fights for your entertainment this evening." He then placed a hand on your shoulder. "Lady Fresian suggested that she would participate as well." The Baron nearly jumped out of his seat. "Participate? In fights?" His gaze shot to you. "Sunshine, surely this is a joke?" You gave a nervous smile as you flicked a finger through your hair. "No, Father. I... figured it would be fun. It'll show " (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "hest tightened. You had grown to enjoy your new appearance. So much that you weren't even sure you wanted to drink the antidote anymore. You imagined what Tyrian would think. He knew you as $realName , not as this. A young woman. As Saylia? What would he think when you two met? Maybe he wouldn't like the new you.<</if>> You shook your head. "No. Tyrian isn't like that." You told yourself. The door swung open, nearly making you jump. Forn stepped into your room and walked in like his unannounced presence was the most natural thing in the world. "One of these days you're going to walk in on me while I'm naked." You sneered. "You think that's ok?" "You look... good." He replied, entirely ignoring your question. He spun one finger around. "Show me." You gave him a hard look, but when he just kept indicating for you to do a spin, you relented. You spread your arms slightly to the side and spun around once on your heel before" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: " She brought a finger to her lips as she considered your question. " (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "migrating during your sleep. <<if $fem > 3 and $chara == 1>>As you did, you noticed how tight the fabric felt around your breasts. A cold shiver ran down your spine, waking you up right away. Had your body changed again? You had hoped your body was done changing, but clearly it wasn't. [[Take a closer look|Chara 2]]<<elseif $fem > 7 and $chara ==3>>As you did, you noticed how tight the fabric felt around your breasts. Suddenly you felt wide awake. The changes had continued. [[Take a closer look|Chara 4]]<<else>> You hadn't really paid attention, but now that you felt more awake, you felt it clearly, your hair. You checked to see if it had grown any longer.<<if $fem > 5 and $chara ==2>>It clearly had, your hair now reached your shoulders. How had it grown this fast? [[Run a finger through your hair|Chara 3]]<<elseif $fem > 9 and $chara ==4>>It clearly had, your hair now reached well over your shoulders. You couldn't belie" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "ing." She told you. Once seated she looked at you more closely. <<if $fem > 1 and $chara ==0>>[[You looked at Claire|Chara 1]]<<elseif $fem > 5 and $chara ==2>>[[Run a finger through your hair|Chara 3]]<<else>>You looked down at yourself, half-expecting to find your breasts had swelled further, but... if they had, the change wasn't that big. <<if $chara > 0>>[[Make your way to the mirror|Chara 1.1]]<<else>>[[Make your way to the mirror|Chara 0]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>

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"Was he handsome?" Judith asked. "Love... well..." You muttered. "And handsome, I mean... we were just kids." "I guess you must have never thought of him like that." Claire remarked. Claire and the other girls got closer and closer, so close that you were almost touchi" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: ". Which you will be after a few months of my training, you will be the envy of the whole of Teren." You curled one finger through your hair idly as you pressed your lips together. Not quite sure if you should take this as a compliment or an insult. "You should be proud," Bertha said in her low monotone voice that you had perhaps heard only once or twice. "Most people in your situation would have cracked under the pressure. But it has only made you brighter. Not unlike a diamond." You blinked. That was an actual compliment. Marta clapped her hands. "These lessons should be enough to prepare you for the Dawn Festival. Afterwards, we'll continue with more tasking chores. Your bodices are honestly not tight enough and... those heels are too short; it is unsightly. We shall correct those mistakes as well as your table gossip." " (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "t work yourself up about it. How about you try one finger first, see what it" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "t have time to reply, you had to prepare for what was next. You glanced at Marta. She moved one finger before she rotated her wrist. Maybe you were expected to perform a step and then spin around. You could do that, hopefully. Then you felt his hand pull away from behind your waist. Duncan let you go and circled around you. You did what you think Marta was indicating with her hand. You firmly slammed one foot forward before you spun around 180 degrees. You wobbled slightly on your heels. Duncan grabbed you and adjusted your stance, he was holding back a snicker. " (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "ck cut with his finger along his throat. You glared at him, but you didn't really know how to fight back. Forn leaned forward, resting his chin on his right hand. "If I were you, I'd try to stay in my good graces. As you'll soon discover, House Fresian is isolated, alone. And without me, you wouldn" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "t;Do you see how bad she is at accepting a compliment?" Bertha nodded in agreement, but her words didn't carry their usual venom. You nearly laughed at how absurd this was. "Do you think this is funny, young Lady? I have some news for you." She squared a finger at her. "I am going to arrange a proper dancing instructor for you. One that will work you to the bone. One that will make it all too obvious that while your skills have increased... you are very much still lacking in true finesse." You gently shook your head. "At least I've improved." You remarked with a slight shrug. Marta's eyes widened for a fraction of a second with indignation. "You have the arrogance of the lion, but don't have the grace of one yet. We are done for today!" She declared with a huff as she spun her back to you. You watched the dancing area, the piano. Strangely, you had started enjoying dancing as time had gone by. And you actually looked forward to the Dawn Festiva" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "ng the cabin with warm light and the subtle scent of expensive perfume. Even the floor was covered by a thick carpet that swallowed sound. It felt less like a vehicle and more like a noble's private room set upon wheels. You looked down on the small mounds on your chest covered by some soft, airy white fabric. 'This was insane; this couldn't be real.' "Honestly, I had always expected my sister would have grown up to become quite the beauty. If she knew you were trying to portray her, I am sure she would be rolling in her grave. Still.... all things considered... I think we can work with this." "You turned me into a woman!" You got to your feet, eyes wide with panic. Your shock grew further as you registered how different your voice sounded now. Forn held a finger to his lips, gesturing for you to quiet down. "Did you forget about the part where you'll get killed if anyone finds out the truth? You have to deceive me and everyone else... or..." He made a qui" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "re a disgrace to the Fresian name. Do everyone a favour and disappear." He said with a gesture from his hand.<</if>> "What the fuck is your problem with me? You don't know me?" You told him. Your patience with him had run out entirely. You stabbed a finger at his chest. "I'm not scared of you. I don't care what you think about me. I don't care about your stupid little political games or your fragile ego. 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<<if $Tyri_R < 0>><<else>><<set $Tyri_R = 0>><</if>>You sat up in your bed before Claire had arrived. You just stayed there for a while, somewhere between being awake and asleep. You could recall fragments of your dream. Without really thinking, you moved one unsteady hand towards your panties. One finger brushed against cloth and the flesh underneath. Your body shivered and felt warm all at once. Then there was a knock on the door and your hand shot back. Why had you done that? You weren't sure. Claire slowly opened the door. "My lady?" She asked softly. You wrapped your blanket around you, feeling strangely ashamed of yourself. "Yes. Hi." You muttered. Claire walked over to your bed and gave you a h" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "he moved her finger to her head. "Makes them act crazy." "Bullshit, I'm in control." You snapped back. <<if $dream6 == 'sex'>>"Really? It looked like you were about to be railed, good and hard before you chickened out." She smiled overly sweetly at you. "Does that sound like someone who is 'in control'?"<<elseif $dream6 == 'temp'>>"Really? I mean... you act like some prude little noble girl. But, I know your type. You" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: "rn]]

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"We have several fights for your entertainment this evening." He then placed a hand on your shoulder. "Lady Fresian suggested that she would participate as well." The Baron nearly jumped out of his seat. "Participate? In fights?" His gaze shot to you. "Sunshine, surely this is a joke?" You gave a nervous smile as you flicked a finger through your hair. "No, Father. I... figured it would be fun. It'll show camaraderie towards the men." "And you allowed this?" Your father continued, his glare settling on Captain Gilles. "I... told your daughter about the dangers, of course. But... well, she has her mother's spirit." He stammered nervo" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin, Observed string: " on a bench in the garden while you watched this building. You had been here long enough that you were pretty sure you knew everyone who was here. There were six maids in total, two chefs, Garren, Helion and a groundkeeper. And then there were the guards. Five of them in total. You leant slightly to the left as you watched three of the guards conversing in front of their guardhouse. You couldn't hear what they were saying from where you sat, but you could tell they were quite animated. You brought a thumb to your mouth, trailing the finger along your bottom lip. Baron Fresian had told you not to worry. Forn had tried to make it seem like everything was under control. But that didn't ring true to you. To you it felt like a storm was massing. You glanced at your empty plate and then looked back at the arguing guards. They were so engrossed in their conversation you didn't think they would notice you if you snuck up on them. And so you did. Slowly, quietly you advanced on the three men. When you" (Indicator: " finger ") in Source: sample.bin38:T8af,Pattern match: "http://benalman.com/projects/jquery-throttle-debounce-plugin/", Pattern match: "https://github.com/paulmillr/es6-shim", Pattern match: "https://github.com/es-shims/es5-shim", Heuristic match: "hift(),fadeto=number.parsefloat(raw),number.isnan(fadeto)||!number.isfinite(fadeto))return this.error(cannot parse fadeto: .concat(raw));break;casefadeoverto:if(action)return this.error(erroroneplaybackaction(arg,action));if(args.length<2){var _errors=", Pattern match: "jquery.org/license", Heuristic match: "._faderid),this._faderid=null)}},{key:loop,value:function(_loop2){return null==_loop2?this.audio.loop:(this.audio.loop=!!_loop2,this)}},{key:mute,value:function(_mute){return null==_mute?this._mute:(this._mute=!!_mute,this._updateaudiomute(),this)}},{k", Pattern match: "github.com/necolas/normalize.css", Heuristic match: "ar e=-1;var n=r;while(++e=0){e+=wr.data[r];wr.data[r]=math.floor(e/t);e=e%t*wr.base}},numtostring:function numtostring(){var ", Pattern match: "http://www.w3.org/2000/svg,handler:function(w){var", Heuristic match: "etail}),i=0,keys=object.keys(custom);i