“I can be whatever I want to be”, she thought out, too loud for my feminine taste. “I swear I am not a victim of all that made me into this, so far. This body’s edges end somewhere, but they re-form elsewhere too, I believe. These muscles can stretch this much only,” and she flungContinue reading “I can be whatever”
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