The Power Of Hugs




 

Forced Fem Reform School was a humiliating ordeal but I rally did become a super Radical Leftist Progressive True Believer. So the scholarship to give me a second chance in life as a Fluffy at a Liberal Arts College was the perfect spot for a Woke Bitchboi.

But my roomie I was like oh gees a Big Trad Farm Boy from the South, this ain't gonna work, I can't help myself from declaring my views.

But like a pat on the head, some kind words and showing a general interest in his life




from Marnie our Furcoat Commie Dorm Floor Counsellor and Chet's goes off on a woke epiphany. He's a valued Ally to all the people you'd think he'd heckle on campus.

Now he's attacking me from the left and calling me out for non pc language or microaggressions. We had immediate chemistry despite him seeming Magaish. So we were screwing from Freshers Week despite our political squabbles.

But it's been rally good for the Stud, now after we make it. The morning after it's not the cold shoulder and a foul mood from a Boy looking so guilty and ashamed with him self for laying a Femboi.

He makes me breakfast in bed to challenge oppressive Gender Roles, well he Fetches it from Dunkin' but it's a start.

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