Femboy Simulator

<p class="bb_paragraph" >The room was too quiet.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >Not the kind of silence that calms you —<br>the kind that presses against your ears,<br>as if something is waiting for you to notice it.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >Two beds.<br>One desk.<br>A window that shouldn’t feel so distant.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >The light outside looks normal at first.<br>Soft. Warm. Almost comforting.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >But the longer you stare…<br>the more it feels wrong.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >Like the world outside is just slightly out of sync —<br>as if it exists, but not for you.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >You don’t remember when you got here.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >Or why there are two places prepared<br>when you are clearly alone.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >The objects feel staged.<br>Too clean. Too deliberate.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >A cup.<br>A bag.<br>A screen that reflects nothing.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >And that window.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >At night, the room changes.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >Not visibly.<br>Not in a way you can point at and say <i>“this is different.”</i></p><p class="bb_paragraph" >But you feel it.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >The darkness isn’t empty.<br>It watches.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >And sometimes…<br>it feels like something is standing right behind you,<br>looking out of the same window.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >You are not sure if you are the one observing.</p><p class="bb_paragraph" >Or the one being observed</p>