Who Else?

Our muses have somehow swapped something! Send:

“👉” - for our muses to switch bodies 

“👄” - for our muses to switch voices 

“👣” - for our muses to switch ages 

“↕” - for our muses to switch height

“🚻” - for our muses to switch genders

“👥” - for our muses to switch personalities

Send me a heart for my muse’s reactions to yours giving them a kiss…

💕 …out of sheer excitement 💖 …to express their romantic feelings for my muse  💓…because they just couldn’t resist my muse’s lips 💛 …to cheer them up 💙 …for a first greeting 💜 …because they are horny 💗 …out of sibling/family affection 💚 …because they were dared to during a game 💔 …to say good bye 💞 …because they mistook them for someone else 💘 …because they suddenly realized how much they love (romantically and/or platonically) my muse

Callum walked down the foggy street, scratching at his jagged scar on his stomach under his loose fitting shirt. It was night, and Cal glanced uneasily up at the almost-full moon. One more night and he would turn into a monster. Why him?

He thought back to that night. Camping with his friends had been fun, the beer and music they brought were even more fun. It had been five of them including Cal. Three girls, two guys. They were all dead now. Cal and his friend Liam had thought going out camping during the full moon would be the best time- more lighting, right?

The large wolf that charged at them was unexpected. Cal was lucky to only have had two beers when the rest has already had five. Cal was barely able to escape, though never understood how. His stomach bled so much he thought he would die multiple times.

He didn’t remember much after that. Someone had found him, and brought him to the hospital. He was stitched up and lay there for weeks. Finally he was released after a month, and still grieving his friends he had escaped for a night to be by himself. He could still remember the pain of the first transformation. But that was all. No memories. He couldn’t control himself when the wolf took over.

Cal pushed open the door to the cafe, wandering in toward an empty booth and sliding into the seat. This was his favourite spot now, away from the judging eyes of his family or friends. He just wanted to escape them all.

Every day is full of sin.

Callum walked down the foggy street, scratching at his jagged scar on his stomach under his loose fitting shirt. It was night, and Cal glanced uneasily up at the almost-full moon. One more night and he would turn into a monster. Why him?

He thought back to that night. Camping with his friends had been fun, the beer and music they brought were even more fun. It had been five of them including Cal. Three girls, two guys. They were all dead now. Cal and his friend Liam had thought going out camping during the full moon would be the best time- more lighting, right?

The large wolf that charged at them was unexpected. Cal was lucky to only have had two beers when the rest has already had five. Cal was barely able to escape, though never understood how. His stomach bled so much he thought he would die multiple times.

He didn’t remember much after that. Someone had found him, and brought him to the hospital. He was stitched up and lay there for weeks. Finally he was released after a month, and still grieving his friends he had escaped for a night to be by himself. He could still remember the pain of the first transformation. But that was all. No memories. He couldn’t control himself when the wolf took over.

Cal pushed open the door to the cafe, wandering in toward an empty booth and sliding into the seat. This was his favourite spot now, away from the judging eyes of his family or friends. He just wanted to escape them all.

Callum walked down the foggy street, scratching at his jagged scar on his stomach under his loose fitting shirt. It was night, and Cal glanced uneasily up at the almost-full moon. One more night and he would turn into a monster. Why him?

He thought back to that night. Camping with his friends had been fun, the beer and music they brought were even more fun. It had been five of them including Cal. Three girls, two guys. They were all dead now. Cal and his friend Liam had thought going out camping during the full moon would be the best time- more lighting, right?

The large wolf that charged at them was unexpected. Cal was lucky to only have had two beers when the rest has already had five. Cal was barely able to escape, though never understood how. His stomach bled so much he thought he would die multiple times.

He didn’t remember much after that. Someone had found him, and brought him to the hospital. He was stitched up and lay there for weeks. Finally he was released after a month, and still grieving his friends he had escaped for a night to be by himself. He could still remember the pain of the first transformation. But that was all. No memories. He couldn’t control himself when the wolf took over.

Cal pushed open the door to the cafe, wandering in toward an empty booth and sliding into the seat. This was his favourite spot now, away from the judging eyes of his family or friends. He just wanted to escape them all.

Cal groaned, standing in the middle of the cafe with his head in his hands. He knew every customer, the few that were there, were all staring. “Cal! Look at me while I am talking to you!”

“Jasmine, please, stop!” Cal turned around and eyed the furious caramel skinned woman. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them together tightly.

“No!” She yelled first, then continued her rant. “You don’t care about me, you don’t love me anymore! Why don’t you tell me where you went that night? I checked with your parents, you weren’t at their house!” Cal flinched, taking a step back. “You’ve been different since the accident, Cal! Everyone thinks so! It wasn’t just you who lost people! My sister was there Cal!” I was the only one to turn into a monster, Cal thought to himself, but kept quiet. “What? You have nothing to say? Then how about this. We’re through, Cal.” He watched as she stomped away, out of the cafe.

Callum walked down the foggy street, scratching at his jagged scar on his stomach under his loose fitting shirt. It was night, and Cal glanced uneasily up at the almost-full moon. One more night and he would turn into a monster. Why him?

He thought back to that night. Camping with his friends had been fun, the beer and music they brought were even more fun. It had been five of them including Cal. Three girls, two guys. They were all dead now. Cal and his friend Liam had thought going out camping during the full moon would be the best time- more lighting, right?

The large wolf that charged at them was unexpected. Cal was lucky to only have had two beers when the rest has already had five. Cal was barely able to escape, though never understood how. His stomach bled so much he thought he would die multiple times.

He didn’t remember much after that. Someone had found him, and brought him to the hospital. He was stitched up and lay there for weeks. Finally he was released after a month, and still grieving his friends he had escaped for a night to be by himself. He could still remember the pain of the first transformation. But that was all. No memories. He couldn’t control himself when the wolf took over.

Cal pushed open the door to the cafe, wandering in toward an empty booth and sliding into the seat. This was his favourite spot now, away from the judging eyes of his family or friends. He just wanted to escape them all.

Callum walked down the foggy street, scratching at his jagged scar on his stomach under his loose fitting shirt. It was night, and Cal glanced uneasily up at the almost-full moon. One more night and he would turn into a monster. Why him?

He thought back to that night. Camping with his friends had been fun, the beer and music they brought were even more fun. It had been five of them including Cal. Three girls, two guys. They were all dead now. Cal and his friend Liam had thought going out camping during the full moon would be the best time- more lighting, right?

The large wolf that charged at them was unexpected. Cal was lucky to only have had two beers when the rest has already had five. Cal was barely able to escape, though never understood how. His stomach bled so much he thought he would die multiple times.

He didn’t remember much after that. Someone had found him, and brought him to the hospital. He was stitched up and lay there for weeks. Finally he was released after a month, and still grieving his friends he had escaped for a night to be by himself. He could still remember the pain of the first transformation. But that was all. No memories. He couldn’t control himself when the wolf took over.

Cal pushed open the door to the cafe, wandering in toward an empty booth and sliding into the seat. This was his favourite spot now, away from the judging eyes of his family or friends. He just wanted to escape them all.

Callum walked down the foggy street, scratching at his jagged scar on his stomach under his loose fitting shirt. It was night, and Cal glanced uneasily up at the almost-full moon. One more night and he would turn into a monster. Why him?

He thought back to that night. Camping with his friends had been fun, the beer and music they brought were even more fun. It had been five of them including Cal. Three girls, two guys. They were all dead now. Cal and his friend Liam had thought going out camping during the full moon would be the best time- more lighting, right?

The large wolf that charged at them was unexpected. Cal was lucky to only have had two beers when the rest has already had five. Cal was barely able to escape, though never understood how. His stomach bled so much he thought he would die multiple times.

He didn’t remember much after that. Someone had found him, and brought him to the hospital. He was stitched up and lay there for weeks. Finally he was released after a month, and still grieving his friends he had escaped for a night to be by himself. He could still remember the pain of the first transformation. But that was all. No memories. He couldn’t control himself when the wolf took over.

Cal pushed open the door to the cafe, wandering in toward an empty booth and sliding into the seat. This was his favourite spot now, away from the judging eyes of his family or friends. He just wanted to escape them all.