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Junior Member
Join Date: Mar 2005
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Dear diary,
I have this recurring dream. I'm standing in a room that is all white. All around ,white. I walk forward with my hands infront of me but no matter how far I go I can't find any walls. I sit down and begin to cry when I hear father say: Father: Why do you hate yourself Francis? I look up and the white is gone. I am not surrounded by mirrors all around me. Everywhere I look I see my reflection staring back at me, only I'm different. Gone is my flawless lilly white features, my ruby red lips and my sandy blonde hair. My skin is now dark, my lips black and my hair red. I scream and thats when I wake up. Wake up. I open my eyes to a familiarly unfamiliar room. I remember now. I'm in Jane the hermaphrodites room laying naked in her bed. I call out with my siren like voice and am met with silence. I'm alone, save for father in my heart and in my loins. I can't stay here I must get back to father! I press my velvety bottom against the silken bedsheets. The sensation reminds me of fathers gentle hand caressing my bum as a child. I miss that. If I had known this would be the last time my bottom would be pressed against silken sheets for a very long time I might have stayed longer. Rummaging around her room I looked for some clothing to wear. She had many things to wear that would accentuate my boyish figure, and that's when I got an idea. When it was all over I stared at myself in the mirror with great admiration. I donned a a frilly pink dress that showed off the curves of my supple hips and smooth legs. It had a high neck line which hid my newly aquired penis and a big bow that drew attention to my fragile back. Beneath the dress, gripping between my succulent, creamy thighs black victoria secret panties that would make me the the envy of every other school boy. I found a matching pair of pink high heels for my feet as well. But best of all I had discovered a blonde wig and an endless supply of make up. Any bloke would get a stiffy when he saw me. But I didn't care diary, only fathers stiffy matters to me. My disguise was complete. I tip toed out of Jane the hermaphrodites house and instantly knew where I was. Downtown London! Oh father! I will hold you in my arms soon! Behind me I heard the wretched cry of a heartbroken hermaphrodite and I quickened my pace. Sorry Jane. Theres only room for one person in my life. As I made my way down the crowded streets of London I was met with whistles, hoots and hollars from horny men looking to get a piece. I gave my backside a little wiggle to wet their whistles and winked. I loved the attention and I hoped father would like it as much as these men did. I got the corner of the street and frowned. I was on 21st street. How can I get to Lockshire? I noticed a group of scantily clad women I would fit right in with and approached them smiling. Francis: Hello ladies. Sorry to trouble you but could you point me in the direction of Lockshire? From what I could tell the leader of the group was a black women with the biggest ass I had ever seen stepped up to me and growled Foniquewa: Beat it bitch! This is our corner! Francis: How dare you! You can't talk to me like that, colored girl! Foniquewa: What you just call me bitch!? Just as I was about to tell her colored people aren't to speak to white people in such a way several cop cars pulled up, circling around us. What happened next was blury. I remember loud shouting, pepper spray and rough hands manhandling me from behind. I thought of father. I now sit here in my prison cell with the prostitutes, huddled in the corner. Oh father...I'm so sorry. I was so close... I pray they don't discover my secret. Secrets. What will I do now? |
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Beatrice says father loves me very much. That makes me happy.
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I was hoping he would return.
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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
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