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SanguinisTorment
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2012
Max adjusted her wig.
This wig feels disgusting, she thought. It looked totally natural, but it felt disgusting and itched like a bitch. She couldn’t remember the last time she wore a comfortable wig, but it was one of the setbacks of trying to look like a boy. Just like binding her breasts and sticking a rolled up sock down her pants. Don’t even get her started on her reasons. She found that if she dressed like a boy, she had an easier time finding roommates if she were a guy. This one had a promising apartment, and she just had to wake up early to get herself prepared into boy form. Of course, in the end she’d have to leave the new roommate because they always assumed she was just gay. She could live with that, though.
She reached the apartment, duffle bag slung over her shoulder. They’ve spoken over the phone, so she really didn’t have to explain much this time. The only problem was that they all said the same thing in the beginning, “Whoa, talk about a girly face.” Yeah, so she had a very feminine face—it came with a vagina, too. She took a deep breath, and knocked away on the door for a second, then went back to her regular stance. She shifted the bandage on her breasts, trying to flatten herself a little more. Like it helped, she had the smallest breasts on earth.
This wig feels disgusting, she thought. It looked totally natural, but it felt disgusting and itched like a bitch. She couldn’t remember the last time she wore a comfortable wig, but it was one of the setbacks of trying to look like a boy. Just like binding her breasts and sticking a rolled up sock down her pants. Don’t even get her started on her reasons. She found that if she dressed like a boy, she had an easier time finding roommates if she were a guy. This one had a promising apartment, and she just had to wake up early to get herself prepared into boy form. Of course, in the end she’d have to leave the new roommate because they always assumed she was just gay. She could live with that, though.
She reached the apartment, duffle bag slung over her shoulder. They’ve spoken over the phone, so she really didn’t have to explain much this time. The only problem was that they all said the same thing in the beginning, “Whoa, talk about a girly face.” Yeah, so she had a very feminine face—it came with a vagina, too. She took a deep breath, and knocked away on the door for a second, then went back to her regular stance. She shifted the bandage on her breasts, trying to flatten herself a little more. Like it helped, she had the smallest breasts on earth.