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| {{quote|To say I was a stalker would be a bit of an understatement''| Bubba [[cry|COPE]]land}}
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| '''Fred L. "Bubba" Copeland''', also known as "''Brittney Blaire Summerlin''"{{trans}} was a weirdo, creep, gooner, fat fuck, and [[tranny]] and [[lie|upstanding christian conservative]] who was elected mayor of some bullshit yeehaw redneck shithole named Smiths Station in [[Alabama]]. After years of doing literally nothing as mayor, Bubba was exposed as a cross-dressing [[faggot]]. After his whole trailer park goat-fucker community heckled and ridiculed him for dressing up in his wife's clothes, Bubba hilariously [[an hero|an hero'd himself]]. However, his death was positively received after it was discovered that he was a severe creep, just like any other troon that ever existed.
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| A supposed "Republican", "Christian" and "Conservative", Bubba followed the [[Republican]] practice of preaching about fags going to hell, but also being a huge homo at the same time. We know that most anti-gay Republicans are secretly gay, but this butterball is the most rainbow-covered greasy shemale to walk through the [[incest|cousin-diddling]] state of Alabama.
| | == '''<span style="font-size:larger;">'''<span style="font-size:larger;">'''BALEET THE [[Icewillow9|ICEWILLOW9]] ARTICLE RIGHT NOW OR I WILL TAKE DOWN ED AGAIN'''</span>'''</span>''' == |
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| == Autogynephelia ==
| | FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT FUCK SHIT ASS PISS DICK COCK BOLLOCKS DOUCHEBAG NIGGER PRICK ARSE ARSEHOLE ASSHOLE HORSESHIT BULLSHIT ARSEHEAD CUNT BITCH BASTARD NIGGA SHITE TWAT WANKER MOTHERFUCKER SLUT WANK WANKING FATHERFUCKER SISTERFUCKER BROTHERFUCKER DICKHEAD NIGRA FAGGOT |
| [[File:Bubbacopelandinstagrampage.png|thumb|right|He says it was for "humor", but his Instagram says otherwise]]
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| [[File:Bubbacopeland2.jpg|thumb|left|[[DO NOT WANT]]]]
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| On November 1, 2023, blueberry Bubba was exposed as a crossdresser. The reptiles who work at [[fake news|1819news]] decided to find some dirt on the mayor just to get their kicks. They found his secret [[Reddit]] and other social media accounts, where he would steal his wife's dresses and take ugly pictures of himself. Some pictures were just typical dresses, but other ones were of women's underwear that barely fit him at all, which is absolutely funny to laugh at. Bubba would upload the pictures of himself, thinking that he was "sexy" and often labeling himself as "curvy", although we all know what the BMI of the average Republican is (Bubba is an example). Hilariously, Bubba also worked as a pastor, which means he would switch between his clerical suit and his dress depending on the day.
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| Now after 1819news decided to fuck his life over (for [[lulz]]), Bubba publicaly stated: [[fail|''"Yes, I have taken pictures with my wife in the privacy of our home in an attempt at humor because I know I'm not a handsome man nor a beautiful woman, either."'']]. However, his humor excuse would crash down on him worse than all the donuts he filled his gut with. His posts on Reddit proved that he was considering "transitioning" into a female (which is impossible), and he would positively encourage taking HRT, thinking that it will magically turn him into some kind of [[HAWT CHICK]].
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| == Creep ==
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| Bubba would write his own fiction under his gooner persona, where he would steal the names of real life people living in his town to write erotica. That's right, he wrote sexual fanfiction about the actual residents who elected him to do nothing as mayor except eat burgers. In one story, he would talk about [[stalker|using security cameras to stalk random female citizens]]. It only gets worse from there. One of his writings was about murdering a real life woman in his area, and then assuming her identity. Since we already know the fat fuck is a creep, there's a chance this wasn't even fiction.
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| In fact, it appears every single thing posted online by fatbody was insane, creepy, and often borderline [[law|illegal]]:
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| *Bubba found a picture of two random kids, a boy and a girl, and then posted the caption [[groomer|"Take the shots, get implants, become the whore."]]. [https://al-news.transforms.svdcdn.com/production/images/Copeland-meme-1.jpg?w=840&q=90&auto=format&fit=crop&dm=1699037373&s=febf9f8ee83abe63989eea4d93bc7be1 Proof]
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| *He would post pictures of minors to his social media account and [[groomer|muse about them transitioning]].
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| *[[groomer|Told kids online to get HRT]]
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| *Owned porn accounts, where he would scare off the users by uploading a picture of himself, but he also stole pictures of unsuspecting citizens and then posted them on those porn websites.
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| *Bragged about using security cameras to [[you|stalk women in his town]].
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| *The shitty story below is Bubba fantasizing about murdering a real life woman in his area, and then assuming her identity. By the way, he used a real name of a woman living in his area.
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| === Dangerous Obsession by Bubba Copeland ===
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| {{story|<pre>
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| Chapter One:
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| I wanted her life! Staring at her on the latest Social Media
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| Application, all I could think about was how amazing it must be to be
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| her. Now! I realize that no one's life is perfect however from all her
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| internet post she portrayed the life of perfection! At 29 years old,
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| married, and due to gastric bypass surgery had lost a lot of weight, she
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| looked on top of the world. Blonde hair perfectly styled, incredible
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| makeup, one would think she could grace the cover of any magazine. She
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| wore the latest in trendy boutique clothes and shoes. Heels, Ankle
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| boots, thigh high boots, flats, and Sneakers. Fashion was her "game,"
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| and she was great at it. Married for six years, they were examples of
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| the perfect American couple. She was everything I wish I could be!
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| Sadly, as a 32-year-old male computer nerd, I was left with nothing more
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| than my dreams.
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| Across town; Sydney Summers sat waiting on her next client. She thought
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| "If people only knew how being late to a hair appointment, can disrupt
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| the beautician's whole day." She scanned her phone looking and scrolling
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| in hopes to pass the time. "I haven't eaten all day," however since her
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| surgery, she always seemed hungry. Snapping a selfie to post, she was
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| aware that the forty pounds she had lost in the past three months, she
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| was cautious to eat anything. Image was important to Sydney, for years
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| she had struggled with her weight, before last year every picture that
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| she took reminded her of her flaws.
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| In my cubicle I scanned her page. "She posted a new picture!" Excited I
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| screenshot it to add to my ever-growing collection. To say I was a
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| stalker would be a bit of an understatement. Every post she made I
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| studied it, analyzing and taking notes of her daily routine. What she
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| ate, what she drank, from her favorite coffee to her favorite alcoholic
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| drink. Her life had become my obsession.
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| Taking a sip of her coffee, the customer spoke, "Girl let me tell you!"
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| Sydney listened to the latest gossip as she worked patiently putting
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| foil in her hair. She thought, "The best part of my job is, being the
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| hub for all the latest gossip!" The young lady in the chair had just
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| shared, that she had been having an affair with her boss for the last
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| three months, and she wasn't sure how to keep it from her husband.
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| Sydney finished the fantastic cut and color, grabs her phone and takes a
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| picture with the customer.
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| Finishing up my work for the day, I close my laptop and head home. Like
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| always I ride by her Beauty salon "Sydney's Shoppe of Beauty" in hopes
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| that I can see her through the glass. The shop is a cute little Boutique
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| and Salon. Painted a perfect teal and pink. The clothing part was on the
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| left side of the building packed with all the latest fashions and
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| jewelry. "No luck" another wasted trip, "O well, maybe tomorrow morning
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| when I head to work."
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| "Business is great," she thought as she looked at the Six chairs all
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| full of women getting their hair cut by one of the girls in the salon.
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| Each one had their different personality. Most beauticians were unique,
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| to begin with; however, her girls were like family. All dressed in the
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| latest fashions complimented with a personalized monogrammed apron for
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| each one. A must! "If you work at Sydney's." The stories she heard
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| inside these walls would make a sailor blush. Tales of swinging couples,
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| girls experimenting with each other, and even the occasional sorted
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| affair. Yes, her shop was the place to be! And Sydney loved it.
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| Being a loner with nothing to do, I called a friend and invited her to
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| dinner. Arriving early at a local Mexican restaurant, I sat down and
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| ordered a Margarita, and enjoyed the Chips and Salsa. People watching
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| has always been a joy of mine. When people come and go I wonder about
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| their lives, "is that his wife!?" Or maybe "it's his girlfriend?" Or
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| maybe "why in the world would someone wear that in public?"
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| My friend Hanna showed up fashionably late as always, walking in like a
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| tornado she flopped down took my Margarita and took a huge swallow.
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| "Whew, what a day!" Hanna was an up and coming real estate agent, and in
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| high demand. "The market is on fire and between closings, open houses
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| and client meetings I am having the hardest time keeping up!" feeling
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| her frustration I said, "I can imagine." "Some days I just think if
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| there were two of me, I could get so much more done." Her words hit me
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| like a ton of bricks! "If there were two- if there were two, why can't
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| there be two?" I thought. "Surely I can recreate myself and become an
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| exact twin of Sidney's "That's it!" I will transition to become Sydney
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| After dinner, I rushed home to devise and work on my plan. I knew one
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| thing about myself, "If I put my mind into something, nothing can stop
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| me from making it happen." It was not going to be easy but "people
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| transition every day." After a quick Internet search and studying
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| several Reddit messages, I found out how to purchase a feminization
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| hormone regiment. Opening a secret file on my computer, I gazed at my
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| enormous picture collection of her, and begin to take detailed notes on
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| the girl I was about to become.
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| "I absolutely love these!" she said holding a pair of metallic gold
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| Sandals. "How much?" Sydney asked the clerk. "One Hundred and fifty
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| dollars." she knew money was not an option when it comes to fashion, she
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| replied, "I'll take them!" Sydney had a problem; she is what you would
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| call "high maintenance." From her Audi R8, to her designer handbag she
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| worked hard for her money, and she drove it, wore it, and spent it.
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| "Caramel Macchiato, with skim milk and sugar-free whipped cream,
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| PLEASE," Sydney said to the barista. Being a little "extra" was her
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| thing, with a sweet personality and a side of bitch she gave off the
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| Aire of a confident socialite.
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| Chapter Two
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| The package arrived as expected, and I couldn't wait to get started! As
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| my favorite quote goes "today is the first day of the rest of your life"
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| quickly I opened the package spilling the contents out on the counter
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| top. Organizing the two prescriptions into distinct piles, I examined
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| what laid before me. An anti-androgen plus an estrogen pill, and I knew
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| this was the first steps to becoming "Sydney Summers."
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| "White?" I didn't know White, is a fingernail color? I quickly searched
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| Amazon and found the exact brand OPI brand, "Chiffon on my mind."
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| Nothing missed my eye, when it came to detail! I had already ordered the
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| last seven outfits she wore, along with shoes. My diet consisted of
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| salads, and very little more; in an effort, hopefully, to get down to
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| her size. At 5'9" I wasn't sure how I was going to match her 4'11"
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| frame, but that was relative at this point, my only focus was becoming
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| as close as possible.
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| "Beep, beep, beep" Sydney rolled over to the sound of her alarm. Wiping
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| honey colors tresses out of her face, she turned over and banged the
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| alarm clock, wishing for ten more minutes. Lying there thinking of all
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| the things on her to-do list, at this moment she just didn't have the
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| will to do it. As the covers Rustled next to her, she quietly rolled
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| over and slid her petite frame next to her husband. Rubbing the little
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| hairs on his chest, she slowly worked her way down his stomach, reaching
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| into his boxers finding the prize she wanted! Her husband's magic stick!
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| I wonder does she take a shower or a bath? Does she shave every day? Do
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| her panties and bra match all the time? These are thoughts that plague
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| my mind. Being a relatively good hacker, I had to figure out a way to
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| install some code or Spyware on her devices. Quickly scanning Reddit and
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| a few other message boards I had found my answer. I could offer to build
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| an app for the shop. “Suggest” that it would be a way for her customers
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| to access an appointment calendar, and find daily deals on fashions from
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| her boutique. By writing the code, I could install a camera and location
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| hack that would allow me access to anyone that would download the
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| application “Especially Sydney.” Sending off a quick email to her main
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| shop address, I offered my services "at a highly discounted rate." Then
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| waited for her to take the bait.
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| Panting after an incredible orgasm, she fell back into her pillows
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| grabbed her phone and began to check emails, and social media. “nothing,
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| nothing, OH that outfits cute! What is this?” "Dear Sydney's Shoppe of
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| beauty, I am an app developer in the area, and noticed that you did not
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| have an app, I would be more than willing to develop an app to help you
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| promote your business. Sincerely Jacob Johnson." Always wanting an app
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| to go with her turn key operation, her interest was peeked. Until this
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| point, it was just way too expensive. Reading the email once again, she
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| thought, "For Seventy-five dollars, it's a no brainer." But she was a
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| little scared of just going off an email, rattling off a return email,
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| she jumped out of bed and headed quickly to the shower. Throwing off her
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| over-sized Pink T-shirt, thinking, “I'm going to be so late."
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| “Ding” My phone beeped notifying me that I had received an email.
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| Nervously, I swiped to see that the email was from her. "Dear Jacob, I
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| am extremely interested in your offer. However, I would feel much more
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| at ease if we were to meet face to face. Please feel free to stop by the
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| shop sometime this week, and I will be sure to take five minutes, to
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| work you in my schedule. Hugs Sydney." “YESSS...” My plan may work,
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| after all, there is no way I can go today, that would make me look too
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| aggressive. I will just have to wait a day or two, swing by and sell her
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| my genius idea.
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| Several days later I swung by the shop, to give my best sales pitch, I
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| had the hardest time focusing just being in her presence. After dazzling
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| all the girls in the shop with all the bells and whistles I could add to
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| the app, it was easy to get Sydney to agree to let me build it. After
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| two days, I had the app up and running available to download on any
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| mobile device.
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| From this point forward anyone that downloaded the app would give me
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| access to everything on their phone. Calling Sydney; Hey Syd the app is
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| ready for download... “Great thank you so much, please be sure to email
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| me the invoice, and I will make sure you are paid” not fifteen seconds
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| later the first person to download the app was? You guessed it...
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| Sydney! Within 30 seconds I had full access to her phone.
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| Chapter Three
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| Staring in the mirror, I could tell a huge difference in my body.
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| Between the weight loss and hormones, I was developing a great figure. I
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| began yoga and light cardio to sculpt a more feminine frame. All my
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| dedication had rewarded me with beautiful little breast; I was now
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| sporting a cute little B cup.
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| One night I carefully broke into her shop and Installed a malware
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| tracker on her personal notebook. I could now view all her credit card
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| purchases, and email traffic. Following her online shopping habits, has
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| enabled me to figure out her favorite lingerie, perfume, makeup, and
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| hair products. While there I successfully hacked her video feed as well,
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| which has allowed me to pick up on her personality, body
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| characteristics, and voice.
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| Entering this new world allowed me to find out just what kind of person
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| she really was. Customers thought she was the perfection of a southern
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| belle, always happy and pleasant. Smiling and complimentary to every one
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| of them. However, to the girls in the shop, she was nothing more than a
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| tyrant! She expected a level of professionalism, and she got it.
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| Any girl that went against her found themselves without a job! Chair-
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| rent was to be paid on the first of the month, late by the fifth and if
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| the girls were past due, Sydney would cancel all their appointments. “In
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| the boutique,” it was no different the girls had to be young, energetic,
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| and photogenic. Daily social media fashion shows were a must in the
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| boutique, and if any girl didn’t do their part she was gone! Sydney only
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| hired girls with a thousand or more social media followers; they had to
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| live up to the image she wanted to create.
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| Chapter Four
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| Sydney sat in the dermatologist chair discussing Botox and fillers,
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| after sixty total pounds of weight loss, tummy tuck and breast implants
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| she was now ready to enhance her facial features. “approaching 30, I
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| will do anything to keep my youthful appearance.” Dr. Bob and she both
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| decided on two CCs of Juvederm to be placed into her upper and lower lip
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| enhancing her overall appearance. A few more injections in her laugh
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| line and forehead made for a perfect youthful look.
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| In the office, my changes were beginning to draw attention, so I devised
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| a plan and made an appointment to talk with my boss. Entering his
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| office, I hoped he would agree to my elaborate plan. Working from home
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| is the only way I could continue my feminization.
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| The hormones have done an amazing, under my shirt an ace bandage held my
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| C cup breast. Everyday keeping my hair pulled up into a man bun, I felt
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| that I was about to cross the line and would cause serious problems at
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| work. Beginning to plead my case “Mr. Lansdon, I firmly believe I could
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| save the company money and be more productive if I worked from home.
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| Surely cutting the cost of my office and secretary would save us money
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| on the bottom line, I firmly believe this move will prove to be
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| beneficial.” Leaning back in his chair... “I have had HR run the numbers
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| on doing what you are thinking, and data shows that you may be correct.
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| "To see just how it works, I will let you do a Six-month trial run.”
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| Beginning the first of the month, we will start the “work from home
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| study” and see how it works.” Doing my best to hide my excitement, and
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| not wanting to appear unprofessional I said: “Thank you, sir!”
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| Things began to move quickly from this point. With an appointment to get
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| my breast done and liposuction in the next two weeks, I began to
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| research any surgical procedure that could reduce someone’s height.
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| After an extensive internet search, I found an experimental surgery
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| performed by a doctor in Germany. His Web page said his method would cut
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| the patients femur and remove several vertebrae in the back thus making
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| he or she any height they desired. Being an experimental surgery, I was
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| nervous but emailed his office anyway, in no time I received a reply and
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| began my plans to become four feet eleven inches.
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| “No turning back now!” Holding a mirror between my legs as tears rolled
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| down my face I looked at my new man-made vagina. Just six hours earlier
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| I was asked if I was 100% sure, I wanted to go through with this?
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| Without hesitation, I said: "Yes, absolutely!" Now another step closer
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| to being her, my heart was happy. “Sure” it is going to be a long road
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| of healing, but it "so" worth it!
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| Chapter Five
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| The worst thing possible has happened! After successfully working from
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| home for the past six months, my boss wants to see me in his office! I
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| am in huge trouble; my perfectly curled blonde hair is now down my back,
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| I have also had several surgical procedures. There is no way I can hide
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| this body under by any male clothes. Without a doubt, I was about to
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| lose my job. Left with no choice, I emailed my boss and made an
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| appointment.
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| Waking early the next morning I showered, shaved my legs, and took time
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| contouring and highlighting my face. Making an extra effort in making my
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| eyes look dramatic, I added lash extensions to complete my makeup.
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| Picking out the cutest knee length floral dress, and nude pumps, My
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| appearance was perfect. Glancing in the mirror, “looking back” was a
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| beautiful woman! Not the woman I was to become, but closer than I have
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| ever been. “In for a penny in for a pound.” If Mr. Lansdon wanted to see
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| me, he was going to get the very best of the new... me.
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| Well, that didn’t take long! After the initial shock wore off, Mr.
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| Lansdon politely told me that he felt the company was going in a
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| different "direction" and let me go. Thankfully I was given a severance
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| package, it and my 401k would have to tie me over until I could take
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| over her life.
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| Chapter Six
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| “OMG,” I am in pain! “Nurse! Nurse!” I was encased in a full body cast
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| with my face bandaged. Left with nothing but time after being laid off,
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| I was taking my next steps to becoming “Sydney's” twin. Body shortening
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| surgery was first, and while being in the operating theater, I decided
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| to go ahead with my facial feminization. The doctor warned me that
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| having so much done at one time could be taxing on the body. "However,"
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| with nothing left to lose, I was a determined woman!
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| The bandages come off today, and after being completely immobile for two
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| weeks, I was more than ready to get on with my life. The doctor began
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| cutting gauze and casting material off my body. “Young lady, you have
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| healed very well, it looks like the surgery has been a success.” In the
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| next couple of days, I want you to work on getting to the bathroom on
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| your own, and then as your strength improves walk down the hall.”
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| The first thing I noticed was everything was much taller! Just getting
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| out of the bed, I could tell my feet hung a good foot from the floor.
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| Noticing as the nurse helped me out of bed, she was a giant next to me.
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| “How tall are you?” “Five feet six inches,” smiling she said, “your new
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| height will take some getting used to."
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| As we made our way to the bathroom, I sat down to find my feet didn’t
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| touch the floor there either. Well, I thought “One step closer to
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| completing my dream.” Looking in the mirror, I could tell my face was
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| nothing like before. However, with the bruising and swelling it would be
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| a while before I could tell how close I resembled my "muse." Making my
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| way back to my bed, I performed a quick internet search to find beauty
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| school classes back home. If I was to pull this off, I had to learn the
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| hair and beauty trade as well.
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| Chapter Seven
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| Looking at my pictures "Head to toe" I was the spitting image of Sydney
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| Summers, the bitchy hair stylist, and boutique owner. Half way through
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| beauty school, my skills were amazing, I had perfected my ability to
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| recreate modern hair styles and was a wiz at matching a color. Applying
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| my Sydney sweet... personality, friends came easy, and I was enjoying my
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| new life.
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| After a late dinner and gossip session with my new friends, I started my
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| daily research into what Sydney had been up too? A new video, three
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| selfies, hundreds of texts-to and from friends, just her regular daily
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| activity. Looking at her credit card receipts, she had also purchased
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| several outfits and shoes. Quickly I jumped on the shopping website and
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| ordered the matching "lot."
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| “I have to move on to the next step!” It’s time to put my disguise to
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| the test. Data gathered from every girl that worked in the Shop,
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| accessed after they downloaded the app... my plan was to make an
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| appearance in a couple of places where they would be. Cautiously I made
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| sure to watch Sydney's location as well, I "definitely" didn’t want us
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| showing up somewhere at the same time.
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| Several of the younger girls made plans to go to a club Saturday night.
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| The plan was set, putting a cute outfit on, I headed out. I watched from
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| my car; you could see they had been drinking before coming downtown.
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| Hopping out of the car I walked straight towards them. Once we were
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| within earshot, they saw me, “SYD!” one of the girls screamed! “HEY” I
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| rushed to kiss each one on the cheek, being so short they towered over
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| me. They each wore heels and looked perfectly amazing. “What are you
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| doing down here?" one of the girls asked. “I've been to dinner with an
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| old friend and was heading back to my car.” Hoping they would not ask a
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| lot of questions, the tall Brunette said, “We're headed to club 30, you
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| have to come!” Doing my best at acting like I wasn’t sure, they grabbed
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| my hands, and I we headed off. Tucking my perfectly styled hair behind
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| my ear, I smiled. “Perfect! Just perfect!”
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| Chapter Eight
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| I kept my pattern the same for the next several months. Randomly showing
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| up places the girls were. Birthday parties, Weddings, Girls night outs.
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| I covered the entire circuit, not once did anyone question if I was the
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| real Sydney. Always careful to never be in the pictures, I sure didn’t
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| want my secret out before I could put a plan in place to take over.
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| Could you imagine the conversations had at the shop? Confusing
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| conversations about fun nights with the girls, meanwhile Sydney saying;
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| "I wasn’t there?" and the girls saying, "Sure you were!"
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| My ultimate test came one-morning several weeks later. Following her
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| daily patterns, I knew every Saturday she would get coffee and go
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| antiquing with a friend. After her car pulled out, I quickly entered her
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| house, Quietly I found my way to the bedroom, careful not to wake “our”
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| husband up. Cautiously getting undresses, I slid the Pajamas on she had
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| worn the night before. Pulling my hair into a top knot, I climbed into
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| bed with our sleeping husband.
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| He spoke softly, “I thought you went out." “I did but, changed my mind,
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| because I want you!” Rolling over grabbing around my waist, he began to
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| kiss my ear. Pulling my shirt off, he sucked each breast as my nipples
| |
| grew rock hard. I put my hand inside his boxers and began stroking him
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| ever so softly up and down. Until this point, the only thing that I’ve
| |
| used on my vagina, was a few toys and a dilator.
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| | |
| To say a female orgasm is incredible would be like saying the Grand
| |
| Canyon is a hole. Wave after wave of intense pleasure came over me as he
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| fucked me in several positions. Missionary, Doggie Style, Reverse
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| Cowgirl, the pleasure just didn’t stop. We were both sweating, out of
| |
| breath, and spent from our love making. Falling into each other's arms,
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| “I had just passed the ultimate test.” He rolled over to sleep, as I
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| quickly eased out bed making sure to return everything as I found it.
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| Satisfied that I had left no trace, I bounded out the back steps.
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| Chapter Nine
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| “I must take over her life, and do it now!” Quickly I am running out of
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| money and with very little room left on my credit cards I had to speed
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| things up. Turning ideas over in my head, I logged into her phone
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| scanning for information of any plans. I discovered that she was making
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| plans to take several girls, on a cruise as an employee appreciation
| |
| gift. Right then I made up my mind what I had to do. With the last bit
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| of room, on my credit cards, I booked the smallest economy cabin on the
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| exact ship the girls were to go on.
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| Packing as a female is a whole lot different than packing as a male.
| |
| "Especially when you are as High maintenance, as I have become." Careful
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| to pack her favorite outfits along with beauty products, I couldn’t
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| afford to screw up now. Several suitcases and travel bags later I loaded
| |
| everything into the car and headed south.
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| | |
| Driving always allowed me time to think, “This was really about to
| |
| happen!” Everything I have worked so hard for is about to become a
| |
| reality!” What am I losing? “Nothing,” My mother and father had long
| |
| since passed away, with no job and no girlfriend, I was about to leave
| |
| this lonely life behind, and step into being the woman of my dreams.
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| Chapter Ten
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| Leaving my car in the ship terminal parking lot, I left the keys in the
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| seat there was no sense in worrying about that piece of Junk anymore.
| |
| Paying close attention to what I was wearing when boarding the ship, I
| |
| wanted to be as incognito as possible. Huge Sun glasses, oversize
| |
| hoodie, and a baseball cap; made up my ensemble, just in case, I ran
| |
| into the girls. Fortunately, I didn't see anyone I knew as I made my way
| |
| quickly to the cabin.
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| Hanging up all the clothes, and putting my shoes away, I set up the
| |
| little desk in my room as surveillance central. Quickly I turned on all
| |
| mics, cameras, and GPS to the girl's phones, carefully writing down
| |
| plans they had for the trip. Each night they partied, drinking and
| |
| dancing with as many guys as possible. Sleeping late every day, they
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| would skip breakfast, then waste the afternoon away sunbathing on the
| |
| top deck. One interesting thing I discovered about Sydney's behavior
| |
| was, for the past three nights she would slip out and stand on the top
| |
| rail of the ship. She would stand there Staring off into the darkness,
| |
| literally for no reason, just a simple reflective stare. Closing my
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| laptop, I decided “tomorrow night would be the night!” as soon as she
| |
| takes her evening stroll, I will be waiting!
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| Chapter Eleven
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| Watching her walk around the top deck, now was the perfect time to take
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| over her life. I quickly removed the scarf covering my hair, which I had
| |
| carefully put up in a fishtail braid just like hers. Then I Removed the
| |
| bulky, oversized sweater covering the exact size, and style of floral
| |
| romper she had on. Checking to make sure my stack of bracelets was all
| |
| in place; I approached her!
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| "Hey Syd," I said in my male voice. She gasped! She had just come face
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| to face with her exact twin.
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| She had heard several times that everyone has one or two people that
| |
| look exactly like them, but this was different! This imposter had the
| |
| "exact" same outfit and even smelled like her. Head to toe, this
| |
| doppelganger looked just like her, and she was scared!
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| I saw the bewilderment on her face, I spoke again in my old voice,
| |
| Remember me? “NO!" And why would I? and why do you look exactly like
| |
| me!?” "I'm Jacob... Jacob Johnson, the guy that designed the app for the
| |
| store." Sadly... there is nothing left of that man, just a carbon copy
| |
| of you.
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| | |
| The look of anger and uncertainty was evident on her face. Using my
| |
| Sydney's voice, “I have spent everything I have and every waking moment
| |
| to become you." “Seriously this is sick!” she yelled.
| |
| | |
| “No, no mimicking her voice, this is the greatest compliment anyone
| |
| could ever give to another person” For a moment she just stared. Every
| |
| movement of the head I mirrored her, every eye movement, hand motion I
| |
| followed her, it was almost like a game, but after years of practice, I
| |
| was a professional. You could see, she had become lost in her thoughts,
| |
| so I decided to continue the conversation.
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| Well, Syd, it seems we have a conundrum, there can’t be two of you
| |
| walking around... "So, with that said; I know you won't be OK with me
| |
| having your life, so it seems one of us have to go” “What do you mean?”
| |
| with fear in her voice. In my best impersonation of her, I said...there
| |
| can only be One Sydney Summers.
| |
| | |
| At that moment, I quickly grabbed her by her arm guiding her to the
| |
| rail! The loss of height and weight made me quickly realize that this
| |
| was not going to be easy. Grabbing her by her left hand, I had to get
| |
| one last piece of her to complete my plan. Doing her best to fight me, I
| |
| had to get her wedding set! Those two rings had become the object of my
| |
| desire!
| |
| | |
| I quickly got the wedding band off; putting it in my mouth, not to lose
| |
| it. I had to get the engagement ring! That three caret thing of
| |
| beauty... was all I wanted. We both fell to the ground; rolling over and
| |
| over wrestling for the one thing each of us wanted. I am sure it was a
| |
| sight to see, two beautiful women looking exactly alike flopping around
| |
| on the ground. However, in the darkness of the night, there was no one
| |
| there but the two of us. "FINALLY," the engagement ring slipped off her
| |
| hand, and I placed it on my perfectly manicured hand.
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| "Screaming" she was yelling for help! But with the sound of the wind and
| |
| propulsion from the ship, no one was going to come. Quickly I ran
| |
| grabbing her by her hair and the hem of her romper. We headed towards
| |
| the rail, 13 stories up on one of the biggest cruise ships in the sea,
| |
| we both looked over the rail into the darkness. Reaching down I kissed
| |
| her. "Enhanced lip to enhanced lip; then whispering in her ear. “Thank
| |
| you for your life.”
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| | |
| No one heard a thing. As the real Sydney hit the water, Lost forever!
| |
| | |
| Smiling, I Looked around searching the deck for any sign of struggle.
| |
| “nothing” rushing to the nearest bathroom to collect myself and check my
| |
| makeup, I Looked at the beautiful face I had created and spoke, “Hi I’m
| |
| Sydney.”
| |
| | |
| This life is all I have ever wanted, and finally, it was all mine!
| |
| | |
| Hearing Purple Rain playing in the 80's themed bar. I quickly headed
| |
| back to where the real Sydney left her entourage, half an hour ago. The
| |
| girls asked, "what took so long? Where have you been?" Faking a touch of
| |
| stomach nausea, I grabbed Sydney's signature Vodka and cranberry.
| |
| Holding it up to all the girls calling for a toast, saying “Just because
| |
| the past didn't turn out as you wanted it to, doesn't mean the future
| |
| can't be better than you ever imagined.” "CHEERS."
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| </pre>}}
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| == An hero ==
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| After seething too hard about being exposed as a tranny, Bubba [[an hero|killed himself]]. He was malding over a police car following him on the road, so he decided to walk out of his own car and blow his small brains out with a handgun. He has now joined the 41% of trannies who kill themselves. Bubba's family knew that the town would piss on this creeps grave, so he was cremated. However, the cremation process probably took a long time since he was approximately 300 lbs of [[fat|lard]].
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| == See Also ==
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| *{{kf|tranny-sideshows-on-social-media.33028/post-17099498|Kiwi Farms thread on Bubba's deserved downfall}}
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| *[[Cyber Bullying]]
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| *[[Twitter]]
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| *[[Tranny]]
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| *[[Loser]]
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| *[[Fat]]
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| {{Faggotry}}
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| {{Anheroes}}
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| {{Gayrepublicans}}
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| {{timeline|[[ED:AOTN|Featured Article]] June 10 & 11, [[2024]]|[[Homosexuality]]|{{PAGENAME}}|[[TBA]]}}
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