Gelato In The Air


 Reconditioning at Forced Fem Reform School has given my deranged compulsive lust for




massive Fur Coats straight from the runway, couture gowns you'd only see at an award show and those bags named after actresses you have to be on waiting lists for. Most of my peers are materialist label addicts too, it's humiliating for my old male psyche and it's so not cute when we get all demanding with a man.

You gotta meet real boys where they are, I'm gonna need some way too old fat cat to fill my closet eventually.

But with a strict new adoptive Mommy, whose got me on an babyfood diet, I appreciate this cute broke Boy Babe, treating me to a cone. He's such a good listener and he treats me like a regular girl, not a walking joke or object of ridicule.

Johnny and me, we just enjoy each others company and the Sweetie never expects anything from me. That's why when we get back to his Studio Apartment, I wanna go all the way finally and give him more than he can handle. I rally like him but unless he hits the state lottery he's gonna have to be my side bitch. My Gender Studies teacher at community college says that term is gender neutral, which is progress, right?

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