Math session script [script] (Patreon)

Page 1

• Panel 1: A cozy suburban bedroom. We see Leo sitting at his desk in a dimly lit room, bathed in the cool glow of his computer screen.
• Thought Bubble: "There's got to be a more elegant solution to this code..."
• Panel 2: Leo’s fingers dance across the keyboard. On the monitor, lines of code reflect in his glasses.
• Speech Bubble: "Just a bit more tweaking and..."
• Panel 3: A sudden spark of electricity zaps from the computer, surrounding Leo with a luminescent web of binary digits.
• Thought Bubble: "What's happening?! Is this some kind of power surge?"

Page 2

• Panel 1: Leo’s body starts dissolving into pixels, and the room blurs into streams of colored light, swirling around him.
• Speech Bubble: "No way... am I being... digitized?!"
• Panel 2: The swirl of light intensifies, and Leo's form becomes more amorphous, almost entirely digital now—a glowing silhouette of data.
• Thought Bubble: "This is like... like getting caught inside a virtual world!"
• Panel 3: Amidst the brilliant light show, his body reassembles, but beneath the binary, we start to see changes — softer features, a slight reduction in height.
• Speech Bubble: "My body... it's reshaping..."

Page 3

• Panel 1: The light fades, and we are now in Angel's room — a typical high school girl's room with posters of bands and a fluffy white rug.
• No Dialogue, Room Ambiance: Soft colors, tidy, personal and cozy. A stark contrast to Leo's darker, tech-filled room.
• Panel 2: Angel slowly gets up from the floor, her body still adjusting to its new form—long hair, slender limbs, a delicate frame.
• Thought Bubble: "What... what just happened to me? Everything feels... different."
• Panel 3: Angel looks around in confusion, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror—her heart skips a beat.
• Thought Bubble: "Those eyes, that hair... is that ME?"

Page 4

• Panel 1: She gently touches her petite face and feels the unfamiliar softness of her skin and the contours of her new physique.
• Thought Bubble: "I’ve changed... physically changed."
• Panel 2: Angel experimentally flips her long hair, feeling the weight and texture, a nervous habit forming.
• Speech Bubble: "It feels so... weird yet, I don’t know, kinda right?"
• Panel 3: With shaky hands, she explores her school uniform, smoothing down the fabric of her skirt and blouse.
• Thought Bubble: "This doesn’t feel like a costume. It feels like... like it's mine."

Page 5

• Panel 1: A closer look at Angel sitting on the edge of her bed, fiddling with the edge of her skirt, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
• Thought Bubble: "Why does this feel so... familiar?"
• Panel 2: She stands and glances out the window towards the sound of boys laughing on the street—her heart flutters with a strange new yearning.
• Thought Bubble: "I... I feel drawn to them. But why?"

Page 6

• Panel 1: Angel sits cautiously in front of her laptop, an air of confusion as she opens an IDE (Integrated Development Environment).
• Thought Bubble: “Alright, let's just start where I left off and... wait, what’s this?”
• Panel 2: On-screen, the familiar landscape of code and algorithms seems alien to her; her brows furrow in concentration.
• Thought Bubble: “Why... I can’t seem to recall any of this. It's like reading a foreign language.”
• Panel 3: Angel closes her eyes tightly, trying to summon her coding knowledge, but her mind drifts to fashion blogs and makeup tutorials instead.
• Thought Bubble: "I... I don't understand coding, but why do I suddenly know all these beauty tips?"

Page 7

• Panel 1:Angel's gaze wanders away from the laptop screen and drifts toward her dresser. Its drawers are slightly ajar, hinting at a wardrobe full of diverse, feminine attire.
  Thought Bubble: "Why am I still in my school uniform? It's like... I should be in something more comfortable... more me."
  
• Panel 2:Angel rises, drawn almost hypnotically towards the dresser. Her fingers graze the fabric of various clothes peeping from the drawers—a floral dress, lacey tops, velvet skirts.
  Thought Bubble: "What’s compelling me to do this? It's like an urge... I can’t resist."
  
• Panel 3:Close-up of Angel's hands rummaging through the clothes, her brow etched with concentration and a hint of excitement.
  Thought Bubble: "So much to choose from... what do I even like?"
  
• Panel 4:Angel pauses, holding up a soft pink sweater against herself, looking down and noticing how it contrasts with her school uniform.
  Thought Bubble: "This feels right... yet, it's so strange. I've never cared about fashion before."
  

Page 8

• Panel 1:Angel stands in front of a full-length mirror, trying on different outfits. With each change, she poses and examines herself thoughtfully.
  Speech Bubble: "Uh... this is harder than I thought. What suits me?"
  
• Panel 2:A flurry of discarded outfits surrounds her on the floor, as she stumbles in a pair of high heels, catching herself on the edge of her bed.
  Speech Bubble: "Whoa!
  

Page 9

• Panel 1: As the finishing touch, she selects an outfit inspired by a teen fashion magazine—a tight crop top and high-waisted platted skirt.
• Thought Bubble: “This is it. This is who I am now.”
• Panel 2: Angel's phone buzzes with a notification. She glances at it, a cute unicorn sticker adorning the case.
• Speech Bubble: “Oh! A message?”
• Panel 3: She reads the text, her cheeks instantly turning a shade of deep pink. Her heart races with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.
• Thought Bubble: “He's coming over... for a math study session? Now?!”

Page 10

• Panel 1:Angel's eyes narrow and her face becomes more serious. She grasps at her head as if trying to uncloud her thoughts.
  Thought Bubble: "Wait, hold up... I used to ace math all the time. Top of the class. The key is taking great notes. I can prove it!"

Page 11

• Panel 1: Angel reaches for her schoolbooks but instead pulls out doodle-filled notebooks with hearts and stars scribbled on the margins.
• Thought Bubble: “When did I start doing this? These notes are... useless.”
• Panel 2: Seeking a memory of her acing math, she instead finds fuzzy recollections of whispering and giggling with girlfriends during class.
• Thought Bubble: “These memories... it's all giggling, note-passing—no numbers or equations in sight.”
• Panel 3: The doorbell rings, snapping her back to the present. Angel takes a deep breath, looking in the mirror one final time.

Page 12

• Panel 1: Angel quickly applies a glossy lipstick, watching her reflection with rapt attention.Thought Bubble: "Just a touch of color... why does this feel so empowering?"
  
• Panel 2: She steps back to admire the full effect, her posture subtly shifting into a more confident, flirty stance.Speech Bubble: "Perfect. It's like I was made for this."
  
• Panel 3: Angel hears the doorbell chime again and she hurries toward the door, taking care to walk gracefully in her heels.Thought Bubble: "Okay, deep breaths, Angel. You got this."
  

Page 13

• Panel 1: Angle of the door opening, Angel's silhouette framed in the doorway, a nervous smile playing on her lips.Speech Bubble: "Hi there, come on in!"
  
• Panel 2: The boy, Mike, steps inside, his eyebrows lifting in surprise upon seeing Angel.Mike: "Wow, you look... different."
  
• Panel 3: Angel feels a surge of pride mixed with confusion at his compliment.Thought Bubble: "Different? I guess... but why does that make me feel so happy?"
  

Page 14

• Panel 1: As they sit at the desk, Angel flips open a textbook, her fingers trembling slightly.Speech Bubble: "Let's start with... um, quadratic equations?"
  
• Panel 2: Mike begins explaining the math concepts, but Angel finds herself distracted by the sound of his voice rather than the content.Thought Bubble: "Focus, Angel! Math... math is important, right?"
  
• Panel 3: Close-up of Angel's face, a small frown forming as she shakes her head.Thought Bubble: "Ugh, what am I doing? I need to pay attention!"
  

Page 15

• Panel 1: Mike's hand casually brushes against Angel's as they work through a problem together, sending an unexpected thrill through her.Speech Bubble: "Whoops, sorry — just need to correct this."
  
• Panel 2: Angel's thoughts slip away from math, her attention now fully on the accidental touch.Thought Bubble: "His hand was so... warm. I wonder what else feels warm?"
  
• Panel 3: She giggles softly, covering her mouth with a perfectly manicured hand.Speech Bubble: "You're pretty good at this, Mike."
  

Page 16

• Panel 1: Mike leans closer to explain a particularly challenging equation, and Angel is acutely aware of his presence.Thought Bubble: "Why is my heart racing like this? Just because he's close?"
  
• Panel 2: Angel's chest heaves with a light sigh as she tries to focus, her gaze occasionally drifting to Mike's lips.Thought Bubble: "Concentrate! Numbers, not... lips."
  
• Panel 3: A thought bubble showing an equation starts to drift away, replaced by hearts and Mike's smiling face.Thought Bubble: "Maybe... maybe I'm not meant for math after all."

Page 17

• Panel 1: Angel stands up abruptly, feigning a stretch and a yawn, adding a playful wiggle in her step to seem nonchalant. Speech Bubble: "Maybe we need a break, huh? Want a drink or something?" Mike: "Sure, that'd be nice."
• Panel 2: Turning towards her mini-refrigerator, she accidentally brushes past Mike a bit too closely, her perfume lingering in the air between them. Thought Bubble: "Oops! That was... closer than I intended. But it wasn't too bad, was it?" Mike (slightly flustered): "No worries, it's... it's fine."
• Panel 3: Angel opens the fridge, bending slightly to grab two sodas, unwittingly accentuating her curves. Thought Bubble: "I notice he's watching me. Why do I feel so pleased about that?"
• Panel 4: She offers Mike a soda with a smile that's a bit too wide, her hand trembling slightly causing the cans to clink together. Speech Bubble: "Here you go!" Mike: "Thanks, Angel."

Page 18

• Panel 1: As they sip their drinks, Angel remains standing, idly playing with a strand of her hair while casting glances at Mike. Thought Bubble: "Just keep it casual, Angel. Casual but... flirty?"
• Panel 2: Trying to act smooth, Angel steps backward to lean against the desk, but misjudges the distance and stumbles. Speech Bubble (Angel, panicking): "Whoa!" Mike (rushing to catch her): "Whoa there, careful!"
• Panel 3: Mike catches Angel in his arms; their bodies press together in an awkward yet intimate embrace. Thought Bubble: "Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing... but why doesn't it feel wrong?"
• Panel 4: Their eyes lock, faces mere inches apart, and a palpable tension hangs in the air. Speech Bubble (Angel, breathless): "Thank you... I'm such a klutz."
• Panel 5: Mike, still holding Angel, looks into her eyes with concern but also a growing warmth. Mike: "No problem. I've got you."

Page 19

• Panel 1: The close proximity overwhelms Angel, her heart pounding and her breath hitching. Thought Bubble: "His eyes... there's something so... captivating."
• Panel 2: A mix of confusion and desire plays across Angel's face as she bites her lower lip unintentionally. Thought Bubble: "What am I feeling right now? This is all so new to me..."
• Panel 3: Slowly, almost as if drawn by a magnetic force, their heads tilt toward each other, the gap between them closing. Speech Bubble (whispered): "Mike..."
• Panel 4: Their lips meet in an accidental yet electrifying kiss, a burst of unexpected emotions flooding through both of them. Thought Bubble: "Oh wow... this is... actually amazing."
• Panel 5: The kiss deepens for a moment before they both pull away, their expressions a mix of surprise and dawning realization. Thought Bubble: "I didn't plan this, but... maybe it's not such a bad thing?" Mike: "Angel, I—"

Page 20 

• Panel 1: Angel backs away from Mike, her hands reaching up to touch her lips as if to confirm the reality of the kiss. Thoughts of her former male self surface. Thought Bubble: "Wait—I just kissed a guy! That's not... I mean, I didn't..." 
• Panel 2: She glances down involuntarily and catches sight of the noticeable bulge in Mike's pants. A flush of heat rises to her cheeks. Thought Bubble: "Oh my... That's because of me. I did that."
• Panel 3: Conflicting emotions rage inside her, but the sight of Mike's arousal triggers a warm and unfamiliar tingle between her legs. Thought Bubble: "Why am I feeling like this? It's like a fire I can't put out."

Page 21 

• Panel 1: Angel, still blushing and flustered, stammers out an excuse to leave the room momentarily. Speech Bubble: "I... um, need to use the ladies' room. Be right back, Mike."
• Panel 2: She makes her way to the bathroom, the click of her heels punctuating each shaky step as she tries to maintain her composure. Room Ambiance: Tidy, feminine décor, with a floral scent perfuming the air.
• Panel 3: Closing the bathroom door behind her, Angel leans back against it, taking a deep breath to collect her thoughts. Thought Bubble: "Calm down, Angel. You just need a moment to... to figure this out."

Page 22 

• Panel 1: Angel faces the mirror, staring at her reflection as if seeking answers from the girl in the glass. Thought Bubble: "Who are you really? What's going on?"
• Panel 2: Doubts begin to slip away as she finds herself admiring the way the light plays off her curves, watching her own body with newfound appreciation. Thought Bubble: "No, this is me... This is who I am."
• Panel 3: She hesitates, then decides to examine the feeling between her legs more closely, her hand trembling as it ventures beneath her skirt. Thought Bubble: “I need to understand this sensation...”

Page 23 

• Panel 1: A soft gasp escapes her lips as her fingers touch the warm dampness, the intimate contact sending shivers up her spine. Thought Bubble: "This... I've never felt anything like it before."
• Panel 2: Angel looks down, her eyes widening in stunned realization of her body's response. Thought Bubble: "Is this arousal? Is this what desire feels like?"
• Panel 3: She takes a shaky breath, trying to process the overwhelming physical and emotional sensations coursing through her. Thought Bubble: "I'm... I'm not just a girl. I'm a girl who wants... needs."

Page 24 

• Panel 1: With a resolute nod, Angel fixes her skirt and makeup, the uncertainty in her eyes fading into determined allure. Thought Bubble: "Alright. No turning back now. Time to face this head-on."
• Panel 2: Angel surveys herself one last time in the mirror, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she prepares to return to Mike. Thought Bubble: "Let's see where this path takes me... and him."
• Panel 3: She opens the bathroom door, the sound of running water fades as she steps out, her every movement now infused with a newfound femininity. Thought Bubble: "That kiss... it awakened something. And I'm ready to explore it."

Page 25 

• Panel 1: Angel re-enters the room, each step a deliberate sway of hips. Mike stands nervously, his hands fidgeting as if preparing to speak. Thought Bubble: "Here goes everything..."
• Panel 2: As Mike opens his mouth to apologize, Angel places a slender finger on his lips, silencing him with a look of intense desire. Speech Bubble: "Shh... no more talking, Mike."
• Panel 3: Without waiting for a response, Angel steps forward, her heels slightly lifting as she presses her body against his, initiating a deep, impassioned kiss. Thought Bubble: "This... this is what I want."

Page 26 

• Panel 1: Their mouths meet in an eager French kiss, Angel’s hand cradling the back of Mike's head as she pulls him closer. Speech Bubble: "Mmm..."
• Panel 2: Angel feels the familiar bulge pressing against her abdomen, the heat radiating through the layers of clothing rousing a soft moan. Thought Bubble: "There it is again... that burning sensation. It's making my whole body pulse."
• Panel 3: The air around them feels electric, each touch conveying a hunger for more as Angel allows the building sensations to overtake her. Thought Bubble: "Don't fight it, Angel. Just let it wash over you..."

Page 27 

• Panel 1: Mike, emboldened by Angel's responsiveness, trails his kisses down her neck, fingers trembling as they find the edge of her top. Speech Bubble: "Angel..."
• Panel 2: His mouth reaches the valley of her cleavage, Angel gasping as he plants a long, tender kiss on her exposed skin. Thought Bubble: "Oh God, the way he kisses me... I can't get enough."
• Panel 3: Angel arches back, the pleasure intensifying, nails sinking into Mike's back as if to anchor herself from the overwhelming tide of emotion. Speech Bubble: "Mike... yes..."

Page 28 

• Panel 1: The sensation of her nails digging into his skin causes Mike to deepen the kiss, a low growl of approval vibrating against her chest. Thought Bubble: "The pain, the pleasure—it's melding into one."
• Panel 2: Tight angles show the close physical link between them, their bodies moving in a natural, rhythmic dance of give and take. Thought Bubble: "Every movement, every breath—we're in sync."
• Panel 3: Angel feels a shift inside her, the last remnants of her former male self melting away into the ecstasy of the moment. Thought Bubble: "This is me... Angel. And there's no going back."