"What's the deal? You said we were gonna play around with an AI...?" I ask, my confusion creeping into my voice.

"Oh, we'll play alright..." The Turkish boy, Kurumuz, drawls coyly, putting emphasis on the word 'play' and batting his long, feminine eyelashes at me: "Just be patient. I'll set it up soon."

"Alright, I guess..." I concede, taken aback by the bizarre situation. Kurumuz and I sat in his apartment, a rather spacious affair, with a questionable taste in interior decoration: the walls were plastered floor-to-ceiling with posters of catgirls and what I took to be complicated financial graphs. The boy had offered me a seat on his couch, and now he loitered in front of me, a smug expression on his tan, exotic face. A goose sat perched on the arm of the sofa, pointedly ignoring my presence. When I'd been accosted by this feminine boy in the streets of Istanbul and asked if I wanted to test his storytelling AI, this was certainly not what I'd expected.

As we sat in uncomfortable silence, I couldn't help but notice the way the light caressed Kuru's supple tawny skin. He wore a high-cut halter top and a pair of bike shorts that hugged his hips tightly, leaving his midriff exposed. It was a curious choice of attire for a boy, I thought, but I knew little of his culture. Still, the boy's clothing added a feminine touch that complemented his girlish figure nicely.

"Do you like geese?" The boy asked.

His voice cut across my thoughts, startling me, and I looked up to see him staring down at me with those big brown eyes. I felt my cheeks begin to burn—had he noticed the way I was looking at him? Why was he smirking at me like that?

Without waiting for an answer, he reached across me, wrapping his slender, delicate fingers around the neck of the goose that perched beside me. I watched, hypnotized, as he began to stroke his fist gently up and down the bird's long white neck, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. The goose closed it's eyes and ruffled it's feathers, letting out soft cooing noises as if enjoying the attention.

Winking at me, the effeminate boy straightened and turn away. As he strutted towards the kitchen, my gaze was drawn inexorably to his shapely backend. My eyes traced its' supple curves, and my manhood stiffened, straining against my pants.

"Like what you see?" Kuru's voice cut in again, and I looked up in shock to see him staring over his shoulder at me with a knowing smile.