You just can't understand it. You spent your childhood playing together, she played "dominant giantess" and you always indulged her. One day, you don't remember why, you stopped seeing each other and, in the meantime, she transformed into a real woman. Your crush intensified, but she said she had a boyfriend. Maybe she said it to make you jealous or she and he are on the verge of breaking up the relationship. Because now, while you thought she was playing a little with you, as a sort of last wish before dying, she proposed to you to become her boyfriend.
"I do not understand." You say as she at least freed your head for you to talk. You think you heard wrong or that the excess pressure played tricks on your brain. But she asked you to be her boyfriend.
Margaret knows you heard, you're so small you could hear the slightest whisper without a problem.
She lifts your butt away from you, while you breathe heavily, lifts you with her hands and carries you back to the mirror, while you, sitting on her hand, catch your breath and admire her body.
“I'm a girl and it's normal that I like boys, even if my tomboy behavior makes those with a last century mentality think otherwise.”
“If I had a last century mentality, I would never have liked you. I never thought you were… lesbian or anything like that." You say that because you don't want to touch the argument racism, knowing how it was her past. "I don't understand you because you have a strange way of showing that you love someone. When most people want to express affection they say 'I love you', they don't shrink them, they don't pulp them with the butt or the cleavage, and they don't even show their mouth wide open while the shrunken person is suspended in the air, leaving as the only thought is the idea that he/she will be eaten alive.”
Margaret remains silent. You're right and she doesn't know how to respond, she doesn't think her "modus operandi" is wrong, just a little unusual. She was always playful though, but she never threatened you. “Well, I've never heard you complain. You also never told anyone about our games. We both know you wanted every inch of this sexy body of mine, and now you can have it every day for the rest of our lives. You just have to say yes to me.” She comments as she seductively runs a hand all over her body, stopping at her sexy curves.
You feel a little disappointed that she didn't want to say those “magic words”: I love you. Was it so difficult to put aside her tough and haughty attitude? But now you feel a little calmer at the thought that she won't try to torture you to the point where you can't do anything but beg her to kill you.
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