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"I'm not getting fat, Pips. I'm just... really hydrated." "Oh, please. You're hydrated in all the wrong places. You're starting to have chubby arms." I look down at my arms. They look the exact same as they did last week. Mark is sitting across from us, holding his slice with both hands like it's some kind of holy religious artifact. "You know what I think, ladies? I think I should turn into a femboy. Just for a month. See if I can land a billionaire who pays for all my food and sends me these fancy lunches."

"Not leather too bondage like. I like them obeying, but I don't want to do a lot of bondage stuff. I'm looking for something that they can wear all the time so either semi precious or precious metal?" "So, are these girls classy, sporty, or maybe at your age, gothic?" Gio laughed. "Well, one of them is forty and then the other two are more classy than sporty. Well, that's not completely true one of them is a cheerleader." That stopped the older sales clerk in her track. "You've scored a Cougar, a cheerleader and all three classy? Honey, you must be something really special!" Gio shook his head. "Not really, just umm a bit bigger than normal."

"I especially like it when she wears those short cheerleading skirts. All the guys at school praise her slender and smooth thighs." Unconsciously, I let go of the game controller I was holding. My hands clenched, and I pulled Lloyd's shirt. My breath quickened, and I stared fiercely into his eyes. "I didn't know you hit puberty, Lloyd. It seems like I've missed a lot all this time," I whispered angrily, trying to hold back my rage between my words. "Why do you care? Didn't you say you don't like her?" Lloyd smiled crookedly. It was only now that I really looked at Lloyd. His green eyes resembled mine. His facial lines and forehead were similar to mine. His hair is the same color as mine. I d

Beauty looked at her. A pervert like Jessie must be higher than she. “20?” “No girl! So stop blaming yourself, if he is going to see you as a whore for just having three failed relationships then he isn't even better. Like I told you earlier hot guy must be a bottom with many body counts”. “So he is really gay?” Beauty asked disappointingly. “Well, not confirmed yet, but he gives off that vibe with his looks”. “How? He isn't feminine”. Beauty replied. “Well, he is a combination of feminine and masculine because his face is too pretty for a man, so I have to judge that."

Even I can pay for the food at the super fancy restaurant when you eat there all you want! Jerrald stared intensely at Feli's face until this woman misbehaved. Normally, Feli would not have cared for all the men staring at her unblinkingly, more like adoringly. She was also never tempted to pursue a romantic relationship, even though many young men approached her. To summarize, Feli is a little girl trapped in an adult woman's body. Only her age had increased every year, but she was still the spoiled daughter of Leonel Addison.

"They're hot, huh?" she whispered into my ear. The way the heat hit my skin and the words blew a cool breeze across my neck sent a shiver down my spine. My senses were heightened, and my body was raw in the most intimate way. Roller derby caused my insides to purr the way my Camaro did-and I was in love. My eyes followed the Jammer in black, I think Roxie said her name was Aerial, but it didn't matter-all I knew was little girls needed to aspire to this, not boys with bank accounts.

Bri gushes and gives her a hug. "I'm going to get changed and take a nap mama." I say and leave the room. Bri would come eventually after they caught up. I took off my clothes and put some shorts on and an oversized top. I was really comfortable and wondered where I got this shirt from because I needed another one. I probably ordered it online from the men's section since I do love the fit more. I also bought men's jeans tracksuits a lot, since they have pockets, why does the fashion industry not give us women pockets? I need answers. The door opens and in comes Bri. "Had a nice chat?"

I'm green but I'm not that dense. I have a fairly good understanding of how these things work and though I'm not blind to my own attributes, I do know that I'm nowhere near his caliber. Beautiful people usually leaned towards others of the same ilk. Not brunettes with brown eyes and hips that are just a little too wide. I tried shaping them down but they have a mind of their own and though I'm a size eight there's no getting away from my ass and hips. No someone like him will end up with some super model type with long blonde hair and a perfect size two body. Someone whose daddy didn't run her life like a drill sergeant.

the fox replies. My jaw drops in shock. I had no idea that I was fighting a female fox all this time! How could I have possibly missed such an obvious detail? I can't help but feel embarrassed as I let out a nervous laugh. "I couldn't tell you were a girl because you have no tits and curves," I say, roaring with laughter. "Fuck you, wolfboy. That's not funny," the fox says from behind the tree. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! But you have to admit this is pretty funny."

I am not that girl. I am the tomboy. Forever holding the bro-code in my hands. When they need an extra for flag football, hello, here I am. When they need a water boy. Hello. When they need an extra soccer player for the boy's team. Hi, again. When they need a backup skater for the skateboarding club, it's a boys-only club, by the way. What's up bitches?