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Content warning: Dark subject matter and implications, sexual scenes, abuse, drug and alcohol addiction, suicidal ideation, and strong language. Disclaimer: The nature of this story requires that I depict cultures and demographics that aren’t my own, and thus this story is inherently appropriative. I do not mean to offend anyone. I depict these cultures due to my genuine admiration for and interest in them. I have done research into these cultures and have attempted to depict them as accurately as possible, and without stereotypes. If anyone is offended by this work, I genuinely apologize. The last thing I want is to upset anyone, but just because that is my intention, that doesn’t mean I will succeed. Once again, apologies to anyone this work offends due to my potential failures, and I hope you can find enjoyment from it. 000 I was dead. Considering I last remembered going to a rave for some heroin, I must have overdosed. You might assume this would have been the part where I’d be

Unfortunately, this story will be going on hiatus for an indefinite period of time. This is due to several reasons, the primary reason being my dissatisfaction with the story as it is. It is too dour without good reason, and has too many flaws for me to ignore. This has led to a lack of motivation to work on it. Secondly, I have had to reevaluate my plans for future events in the story, as my original plans had many flaws I grew to notice more and more of. Thirdly, I have generally been burnt out from dealing with real life responsibilities. Fourthly, I feel like TransWaifu is a story that, in many ways, I wrote the way I did to try and catch attention and please my readers, rather than writing it to simply be a story I myself would enjoy reading. TransWaifu lacks the necessary degree of self-indulgence a writer needs to add to their work to keep themselves interested in it. This all culminated in my decision to enact this hiatus. I don’t plan for this hiatus to last forever

Content Warning: Child abuse, graphic violence, gore 000 Imagine a terrestrial planet larger than the Solar System, and imagine that planet was empty inside. The spherical hollow within the planetoid had a radius of six billion kilometers, and the surface area of the gape, the underside of the planet’s surface, was over eighteen sextillion square miles. This interior surface was blessed with myriad oceans and continents, and there was a breathable atmosphere that allowed life to flourish, even humans. Normally the seas, the land, and all creatures would fall to the center of the planet by the pull of gravity, but this didn’t happen thanks to something called the Nucleus. The Nucleus was a white hole, the opposite of a black hole. While a black hole pulls in matter and energy, a white hole ejects matter and energy. Located in the center of the planet, the Nucleus released waves of gravity outward that overpowered the normal pull of gravity towards the planet’s center. Everything was

My detention consisted of sitting alone in a featureless white cell with a bench for hours. I couldn’t use my brain implant, so I was bored. This was far from my first time in detention, so you’d think I’d have gotten better at entertaining myself to pass the time, but my ADHD made it hard to focus on anything for more than a couple minutes. A smudge on the floor. Daud similarities and differences to his anime self. Morgiana. Badroulbadour’s suspicion about what Hussain said earlier. A smudge on the floor. The entrance ceremony. Abriza. Daud. A smudge on the floor. An anime I had recently watched. A smudge on the floor. My attention wandered as I was constantly sitting down on the bench, standing back up, pacing around, and then going back to sitting so I could repeat the cycle. After enough hours passed, I was finally allowed to leave. Two Disciplinary Committee members escorted me to the entrance area of the building where my friends were waiting, all of them done with

“Hey! Come over here!” A voice yelled at me, but I couldn’t see who was speaking. “No, here! Catch me!” Dunyazade said, but I couldn’t see her either. I was blindfolded and tasked with trying to catch one of the many children around me. Then I had to correctly guess who I grabbed. That was how you played ghommemah. The other kids yelled out to me while they dodged around my attempts to grab them. I scrambled about and ended up running face first into walls more than once. Those kids I was playing with were good at tricking me into making myself look like the dumbass I was. Eventually, I managed to get a hold on one child. Giggles from the children abounded as I felt the clothes of the kid I caught, making note of both the material and the outfit’s construction. It was definitely Tawaddud’s maid outfit, and she was playing, but the kid I held was too short to be her. My hand drifted over to the head of the child, touching a hair that stood on end and wiggled. “This is Dunyazade in

Content Warning: Gore 000 “You seriously forgot my lunch?” I was in one of my classes, the one I shared with Morgiana. The class itself had just ended and students were packing up to leave when one boy raised his voice to the man kneeling next to him. The lad was a goth, with black eyeliner and eyeshadow around his purple eyes, of which he had a second pair on his forehead as a result of body modification. His short black hair had streaks of more purple in them. Both sleeves of his Mercury uniform were missing, and this was because he had ten arms, five extending from each shoulder, all of them mechanical. They were slim, purple, and the fingers ended in sharp tips. More signs of his cyborg nature included the sharp teeth that were visible between his black lips. As for the man being yelled at, he was a slave as was evidenced by the face tattoo he had. It took the form of a black swirling pattern that covered the right half of his face. He was a balding man in his forties, and he

“Now for a closing speech from Headmaster Ali Baba.” The sound of clapping filled the auditorium. It was a dark space with stained glass windows, and the ceiling was carved into elaborate geometric art. As I was lost in the crowd of students in their seats, Ali Baba shuffled across the stage and to the lectern that looked like an abstract art piece. I had felt the glares of nearly every student that recognized me throughout the entire entrance ceremony, and I was yet to get used to what would become a regular occurrence for me. It was hard to focus when I knew that constrained hatred was being directed at me by those within attacking distance. It didn’t help that the people’s fury had been exacerbated beyond its previous peak. The incident from before between Abriza, her posse, the boy who saved me, and I was all over social media and had made the news. It made sense given Abriza and I were involved. People were debating who was telling the truth, Abriza who said I attacked first

“Why aren’t you wearing your uniform?” It was my first day of actual classes at the Academy. The stained glass windows of the lecture hall let in a rainbow of differently colored beams of light that painted the white walls and wood tables on each tier of the room. An oversized crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. I was seated at the very front of the room on the lowest tier. My first class was going to begin, and I continued to hear the whispered curses directed towards me from the other students. The teacher, a scrawny old man with glasses wearing a button up and slacks, left the lectern at the front of the room and walked up to a tier behind me. He stepped up to a student around my age who, instead of wearing the school uniform, was in a djellaba with an intricate pattern of blue and gold horizontal stripes. The robe’s hood was up, so it was hard to get a look at the student’s face. Their leg was bouncing up and down, and their arms were crossed. Upon being asked why they