As the sun set, filling our empty cssroom with a warm light, my friends and I sat together for the st time. We talked about our memories together and what we would do now that we are adults. Four of us were pretty inseparable since our junior year because we all loved D&D, even though we had very different personalities.

  First, there's Sam—the quintessential gym bro with a id-back attitude and a perfect tan. His massive build leads people to question whether he’s a natural or on steroids. With his long brown hair and chiseled features, he looks like he stepped out of an old fantasy movie as a mighty barbarian. Perhaps that’s why he always pys barbarian characters in our sessions.

  Richard, the school’s resident genius, is bound for a prestigious university abroad and clearly serves as the brain of our group. He has short bck hair and bck gsses that completes his smart guy look. Though he rarely lifts his gaze from his books, he maintains a decent physique as a member of the swimming club. In our games, he enjoys pying a wizard, always showing up in his robes and hat. At first, he looks all serious, but he's actually a total bst to hang out with.

  Then there’s Roy, my closest friend since our childhood. He takes on the role of our group leader, as he’s the one who started the role-pying sessions. As captain of the football team, he’s not only popur but also stands out with his striking red spiky hair and charming looks. Yet, for some reason, he’s never had a girlfriend. He naturally always pying a padin in our games.

  Then there’s me, Theodore. Sometimes, I feel a bit left out since I’m the only one who isn’t an athlete. Believe me, I’ve tried sports, but I quickly get out of breath due to my small frame. To be honest, I’m also a little self-conscious about my appearance because I’m the shortest guy in our css. I keep my long bck hair tied up after Sam teased me about looking like a girl whenever I wear it down.

  Typically, I’m the dungeon master, and I choose whatever css I want to py that day. But my friends always insist I py a girl character, saying it’d be too bro-heavy otherwise and only I can pull it off. What does that even supposed to mean?

  Just as we were about to get up from our seats and leave, a sudden burst of red light appeared beneath our feet. "What the hell? Guys, what's happening?" I said as the light shifted, changing its shape into a circur ritual symbol the covered the entire floor.

  "Hold on everyone!" Roy yelled as a ray of lights filled the room.

  I felt the ground vanish under my feet and suddenly I started to fall into complete darkness. I screamed my lung out as I fell.

  "Aaaah, help me!"

  "Shut up, idiot! We are safe."

  I heard Richard’s annoyed voice breaking through the haze. As I y on a cold stone surface in a enormous room, its high ceiling supported by towering pilrs, I pushed myself up and realized with horror that I was completely naked. A scream escaped my lips as I instinctively tried to cover myself with my hands.

  "Kyaaa!"

  “Pfft, stop whining like a girl. We’re all in the same boat here—naked and proud. There’s nothing we can do about it now.” Sam said.

  “Look sharp, guys! There are people approaching us,” Roy said, pointing ahead as a small group emerged from the shadows of the pilrs and began walking toward us.

  At the forefront stood an old man, adorned with a golden crown, his body covered in a floor-length crimson cape and carrying a white beard that reached his waist. He was accompanied by four guards in shining silver armor, straight out of a fantasy movie.

  Behind them stood five women, four of whom wore veils concealing their faces beneath their bck robes. Leading them was a tall woman with short bck hair, dressed in grey robes; the lines on her face hinted that she was in her thirties, her piercing gaze scanned our bewildered faces, a smirk pying on her lips — in that moment, we realized our adventure was just beginning, and whatever awaited us here would test not only our courage but also the bonds that had held us together through high school.

  “Praise Odhena! Praise the Nine Angels!” the old man who is clearly a king excimed. “Our summoning has succeeded! I welcome you, champions from another world. Our realm is engulfed in chaos and darkness, and we desperately need your strength to fight the Demon Lord!”

  Wow, I could hardly believe it! I had always dreamed of a moment like this, and I knew my friends felt the same. Here we were, about to embark on a fantasy adventure to defeat evil and become the very characters we had always pyed!

  "Let me take look at you." the king said with a happy smile and teary eyes.

  "Yes, as the prophecy said, a great warrior with strength to lift mountains and courage to stare death in the face." The king stood before Sam, a man whose towering physique exuded power.

  Sam was proudly standing there without covering anything, and the king looked down scratching his beard, nodding in approval. "Truly a perfect a warrior!"

  King slowly walked towards Richard, who was having a hard time because his gsses didn't teleport with him.

  “Ah, young man, I can see you are destined to be our future Archmage! I can feel the mana overflowing within you! Don't worry about your eyesight; we have something called gsses that will help with that!” Huh, I suppose they have that covered. “We will commence your training in the arcane arts as soon as possible!”

  He turned towards Roy, and his eyes started sparkling as he got closer. He held Roy's shoulders and spoke.

  "Great heavens, you look just like in my dreams."

  Tears started to flow from the old king's eyes. Everyone in the room seemed shocked.

  “You are the legendary knight destined to wield the holy sword, Lightbane! A noble soul capable of vanquishing the demon lord. It is you who must lead your friends on this vital mission.”

  Wow, talk about announcing the main character! It makes sense, though—Roy has always been the center of attention. I’m not surprised he’s the hero of this story.

  I wonder what my role will be. Hmm, thinking about it I can see it being a support position. While it may not be as fshy as others, I wouldn't mind being a cleric or an alchemist—oh, a druid would be cool as hell.

  I felt my heart racing as the king moved towards me.

  “And you, my dear hero, you must be—” The king paused for a moment, his puzzled expression deepening as he bent down to meet my eye level—yes, I was shorter than the old king. “Something isn’t quite right.”

  Uh oh.

  “No, no, no! In my dreams, I clearly saw it—a group of heroes coming to our rescue: the mighty warrior, the powerful mage, the righteous knight, and the holy saintess with a scandalous body!"

  With a what, say what now?

  "Ah, I was prepared to rest. I thought I would die in bliss after feasting my eyes on beautiful breasts and a well-rounded butt. But is this some divine joke? What cursed fate is this, my goddess?” The king yelled as he raised his hands to the sky. Wow, this guy really is just a pervert. “Why did the circle summon a scrawny girl with no charm?”

  That remark kind of bothered me even if I am not a girl.

  I hesitantly raised my hand, still wary that offending a king—no matter how much of a pervert he seemed—could have dire consequences.

  "Sir—Ehm, my lord I am actually a man."

  He looked at me and raised his eyebrow.

  "Really? How?"

  What do you mean “how”? I just am, you old goat.

  I decided to show this old goat the irrefutable evidence. I pulled my hand away and proudly presented my soldier Dickenson. What do you have to say now, old fart?

  "Oh, okay I kind of see."

  Women standing behind the king burst into ughter. Huh, but why?

  I looked to my right and saw my friends staring at me with pity in their eyes. What is there to ugh!

  Then I gnced at Roy's penis. Sure, there might be a slight—no, a comparable size difference, but what of it? It all comes down to functionality, not size!

  “Hmm, setting my personal preferences for women aside, the real issue is that you’re not a woman. We need a saintess to battle the Demon Lord, and you simply can’t fill that role.”

  What, is this really happening? Is my adventure going to finish before it even started?

  Tears welled up in my eyes as the tall woman who had been observing stepped forward, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

  “If I may, your Excellency.”

  "Speak, Sister Sarah." King replied.

  “The summoning circle functioned perfectly. Therefore, I believe this young man is the one from your dreams”

  Yes, there you go the great woman whom I thought was very suspicious a few minutes ago!

  When I gnced to my right, I spotted my friends giving me thumbs up. Thanks, guys!

  “And my Lord, as you know, we can perfectly mold him into the role of the saintess,” she said with an unsettling smile.

  A shiver ran down my spine. What was she talking about?

  The king paused for a moment, his expression shifting to a grin.

  “I understand, Sister. But first, I must ask this young man: Are you willing to do whatever it takes to help your friends on their quest?”

  Gulp

  I wasn’t clueless; I understood what was coming next. But I would never abandon my friends. If the prophecy required four heroes, I would have to be one of them, even if it meant stepping into the role of the saintess.

  I gnced at my friends again; they looked just as terrified as I felt, fully aware that this meant taking a huge risk. Becoming someone else and possibly losing myself in the process.

  “I’m ready to do whatever it takes!”

  Suddenly, the king bowed his head to me. Everyone appeared taken aback by his unexpected gesture.

  “Thank you, dear hero! I know I’m asking a lot of you, but I will never forget your sacrifice today. To give up your very manhood for your friends and for dear old me. You truly are the definition of a hero!”

  I’m not doing this because you can see some tits, you old pervert—stop trying to change the narrative. I’m doing it for the greater good.

  “Excuse my rudeness, but you seem like a virgin,” the king said suddenly. “If you’d like, Sister Sarah is willing to assist you with your needs before you lose your ability to do it.”

  "Erm,"

  Whoa, that came out of nowhere. I didn't want to look like a loser in front of my friends, but he was right—I am a virgin. And this might be my st and only chance to experience sex.

  “Y-Yes, that’s right. I am a virgin, and I would like to—um, be with a woman, please.”

  I feel like ending my life right now.

  Why is she the one doing it? This doesn’t seem like something a woman of faith would engage in. Perhaps things are different here.

  While I was thinking that I caught Sister Sarah biting her lip out of the corner of my eye; it felt like she was devouring me with her gaze. Am I overthinking this, or was it a terrible idea?

  King walked few steps back and this time talked to all of us.

  “That concludes everything for now. Please move to the rooms we have prepared for each of you heroes. I imagine you must be exhausted from being transported here and standing naked for so long. When the time comes, you will meet your mentors, who will help you unlock your full potential.”

  At st, it was over. We had spent what felt like hours in that summoning room, though it had only been about an hour. As I climbed the stairs in the robe they had provided to cover ourselves, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within me. I was thrilled to be in a fantasy world, about to embark on an epic journey, but at the same time, a sense of fear ate me up about what will happen to my body.

  Poshet