You chose... You begin feeling something
(Hey, mom!) "Hey daddy!", you say in a very enthusiastically girly tone, though you didn't mean to say it.
(Why did you use the lamp for this? I'm not supposed to be this girl) "Like, why did you make me this goregous girl with the lampy~thingy, daddy? I looove it! eheh", you giggled a very stereotypically girly line.
"Why can't, I like, speak my thoughts? oh wow, omg, I'm able to do it a little bit", you say without thinking.
What you didn't know is that the stereotypically feminine and masculine stereotypes that both you and your mother have, have now concentrated their identities into you and your ex-mother. You are draining all the feminine stuff from your daddy, and daddy is sucking all the man juices from you.
Stuff like compli- complica- arghhhh- smarty words are hard to understand. You, like, like adding the word "like" to your thoughts as a vocal pause, and you've slowly been losing interest in boy stuff. Stuff like math, and video games, and acting cool, and being logical, and being smart, and being ugly, and being brave, all go away. u luv ur empty head ^-^. u luv the stuff that's filling ur head. stuff like reading, and like gossip, and like cozy-stuff, and like makeup, and shopping, and like, all the cute stuff girls luv!
"Hey sweety", dad says in a very hot way. his bod is so fucking good. i mean, ur bod is amazing too, but like, dad looks like he's in his 20s, and he's 40!.
"Hey daddy! were we, like, talking about impor- importa- big stuff?"
"Oh darling, we were talking about getting in bed tonight with daddy" omg, he just said that.
"b- but daddy, ur like actually my dad, that's like totally rape and incest" u manage to say confidently.
What happens next?
Comments
Post a Comment