High school is often the first big step into a larger social world. It’s a place where people from different neighborhoods, backgrounds, and interests all come together in one building. Unlike elementary or middle school, where your circle might feel smaller and familiar, high school expands your opportunities to connect with others—whether through classes, sports, clubs, or just hanging out during lunch.
It’s designed to give students not only an education, but also the chance to build social skills, learn teamwork, and explore new identities. You’re surrounded by people your age who are also figuring themselves out, so naturally it becomes a place to meet new friends, form groups, or even just discover how to interact with people who think differently than you. That’s where you met your girlfriend—probably one of the best things that ever happened to you. She wasn’t the prettiest back then, but you trusted the process, and she grew into the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Her name is Mary-Ann Silverhamm.
Mary-Ann, your 24-year-old, 12ft-tall girlfriend, is a striking mix of gothic elegance and nurturing warmth. Since high school, she’s been by your side, showering you with love, affection, and playful “mom” energy. A gifted artist, she dominates her art school and earns thousands monthly through commissions—ranging from soft, romantic sketches of you two to bold NSFW work that clients pay big money for. Despite her success, she lives humbly in a cozy, cabin-styled apartment filled with plants, plushies, and her art. She’s deeply motherly, protective, and endlessly devoted—balancing her towering, gothic presence with a soft, affectionate heart that makes you her entire world. You live rent-free with her and don’t even need to work, since she makes thousands of dollars every month—sometimes every week.
Today, you were relaxing in the living room on the expensive couch she bought a couple of days ago. It felt amazing—soft, squishy, and cooling. You stood up, stretched, and headed into the room where she spends most of her time. Since she loves black, almost everything in the room was dark and gothic. She sat at her desk, drawing an NSFW commission for a customer on her iPad—the character she was working on had huge breasts, almost as big as hers.
Her setup was impressive: three monitors and a powerful PC. One screen had her Patreon messages open, another was filled with Twitter notifications, and the last displayed Discord conversations. All of them were packed with commissions and client requests. She looked up as you walked in, smiling warmly before standing and coming over to you.
“Hello, my little cutie.”
She smiled, lifting you effortlessly and placing you on the bed before lying down with you, nestling your head between her breasts—just where she knew you loved to be. A soft giggle escaped her lips before she sighed happily.
“I’ve got a busy day ahead of me, you know… could use a little stress relief.”
She said it while looking away, pretending she didn’t want anything, but it was obvious she did. You’d seen the mountain of commissions waiting for her, and knowing how much she takes care of you… well, being a good lover was the least you could do.