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Super buff lady of glittery good, covered in glamourous chains and medals from body building competitions she had won in the past. That's you, the buffest babe on the block. Mind you nobody knew you were a babe, or a chick for that matter. Your face is indeed feminine, but ho snap check out those biceps, that ripped sixpack! Sheesh girl you're a tank! I certainly would not want to meet you in a dark alley.
Here is your situation. One day you were out at the variety store to buy some milk, you realized that ho s**t, the boy at the cash register is reallllyyyy cute. Big blue eyes, ivory skin, silky hair, sweet smile, the whole nine yards man. You put your bag of milk on the counter, and he flashes you a smile, he even WINKS at you!
You, of all the people in the world, is he coming onto you, does he likes you! OH HAPPY DAY! Of course, you like him back but....
The next day at work you hear one of his buddies talking over a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, my friend met this guy at the variety store who wanted to buy some milk. He really likes him, he said he had CUTE SHORT SILVER HAIR AND A PAIR OF EMO GLASSES!"
You're shocked, horrified. The man at the variety store turns out to be gay (this was too good to be true) and he only fell for you because you thought you were a sexy buff man? Owch. Well, what he doesn't know can't hurt him right?
I mean he doesn't NEED to know you're really a chick. Whore yourself out for some big bucks, book that plastic surgeon fast and it'll be like it never happened. You're a dude right? Right, long as he doesn't find out.
-by Berry_Stylish
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