You search the street but the it's too late, the woman has gone and your personality with it. You shrug. No matter. One personality is as good as another.
As you're about to turn from the window, you catch sight of your reflection and shriek."Ugh, I am a mess!" you moan, clutching your short, straw-like hair in your hands and wanting to pull it out. Look at these split ends! And these clothes. They don't do anything to compliment your figure, which you have to admit is looking very boyish - certainly the penis does nothing to help that. You cup your non-existent breasts with a sad sigh.
"No wonder I've only ever had girlfriends looking like this," you tut. "If I want a boyfriend, I've going to have to make some changes. No more chocolates. Or Ben and Jerries. Or... Or...." You remember the remote and a wicked smile spreads across your face. "Daniel, you naughty girl," you chuckle. Once you're done, boys will be all over you.
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