*farts*
*belches*
*scratches the boys*
*goes back to the computer.*
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Check out the big brain on Drysart!
Who needs pr0n dvds when you got me and my sexy sexy body to pose for you?I mean... take a look at these breasts!!
*gropes and sex0rz Drysart*
And, as stereotypical biblical and fantasy plots go, my capacity for evil has increased exponentially. [ 03-27-2003: Message edited by: MorbId ]
interesting.
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Blindy McBlinderson had this to say about the Spice Girls:
prone to massive amounts of masturbation (Female)
No, actually, that's what the guys would do if they were women. As for the former, it's quite true... 
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Someone Else wrote this stupid crap:
You're supposed to be the OPPOSITE gender, remember?
Damn, hun, you, hun, are, hun, right, hun.
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Blindy McBlinderson wrote, obviously thinking too hard:
Ok, so apparently, we all percieve the opposite sex on EC as being horny as all hell (male) or prone to massive amounts of masturbation (Female)
interesting.
No, but if I *were* female, I would masturbate like there was no tomorrow.
Maaan.
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Azrael Heavenblade wrote this then went back to looking for porn:
Here's an interesting addition to the initial situation...even though your gender is changed, is your sexuality still the same? Ie former men still prefer women, women still like men, and gays/lesbians become straight?
Perhaps.
And if EVERYONE'S gender changed, but not their sexual preference, you'd be hitting on ex-guys if you prefer females.
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Addy wrote, obviously thinking too hard:
Perhaps.And if EVERYONE'S gender changed, but not their sexual preference, you'd be hitting on ex-guys if you prefer females.
and that's just hella creepy.
But then, this is wisdom garnered from an H-game.
But yeah if I was a girl, I'd be a filthy, filthy slut.
), I'd have to wonder at some point what it'd be like to switch bodies for a day or two.
I remember an episode of Farscape like this, where Chriton and Aeryun switched bodies for a while..
Hey, I'd play with my own boobs for a good while, too. 
I don't really see a change here...
Sex change. *nods*
That or I'd be overly comfortable being a woman due to the fact people would stop pointing out how effeminate I am.
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LeMiere wrote this stupid crap:
Hrmm....Sex change. *nods*
That or I'd be overly comfortable being a woman due to the fact people would stop pointing out how effeminate I am.
Crap, I knew you'd show up here. It was like some evil prophecy.
Disclaimer: I'm just kidding, I love all living things.
The fastest draw in the Crest.
"The Internet is MY critical thinking course." -Maradon
"Gambling for the husband, an abortion for the wife and fireworks for the kids they chose to keep? Fuck you, Disneyland. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the happiest place on Earth." -JooJooFlop
*hits on the men* [ 03-31-2003: Message edited by: The leckie ]
In the morning, as I lay in bed, letting my soul fit itself back into my body, I realize that something really IS different, I don't feel quite like myself. I push down the comforter, and start to roll out of bed, when I notice that I'm not wearing my flannel pijamas, but a woman's night gown. I glance down and notice that my once flat chest now proudly displays a pert pair of woman's breasts.
I scream in shock, and my voice is much too high, It's no longer the perfect baritone that it used to be. The voice that had seduced so many young ladies, now sounded like an adolescent schoolgirl.
I lay back down and closed my eyes, trying desperatly to regain a shred of control over myself, searching for any foothold to which my sanity could cling.
After a few minutes of almost panic intersperced with silent tears, I once again opened my eyes and fought to get my body out of bed. Without once looking at myself, I walked towards the bathroom, fighting down tremors the whole way. I stood with my back towards the full length mirror on the shower door, and gathered every last ounce of courage that I could muster, and snapped my body around to see a beautiful woman staring back at me. As I gasped at the sight, so did my reflection, but the longer I stared, the less anxious I felt, until I was looking critically at myself without the slightest bit of shock. I had beautiful big eyes, hirh, royal-looking cheeks, a full luscious smile, but my hair was still cut rather short, in a boyish little bob. I didn't have my nrmal morning stubble, but instead a very slight blonde fuzz, light to the touch, but my hair had grown almost an inch from the previous night.
I fumbled at the knot at the top of my night gown, and it eventually cane undone, and as the satin robe slipped to the floor, across my tender skin, it sent shivers racing down my spine and straight through my very core. I was staring at my naked breasts in the mirror, and as I slowly reached up and touched myself, I saw my images nipples harden, and I felt jolts of excitement course through myself. I gently caressed my breast with my fingertips, and when I brushed over my hard little tip, I saw them crinkle even more, and I felt a new wave of pleasure and pain wash over my body as my tender new nipples hardened even more. Every fibre in my body was screaming for me to continue, but I was too scared.
As I lowered my arm, my gaze dropped as well, down past my aroused breasts, down past my flat stomach, down towards my ful thighs and came to rest on the downy patch between them. I could see a little dampness glistening off the hairs, and I was a little shocked with myself, but still more shocking were the feelings it stirred within me. I felt a yearning as I never had before, a hunger to be whole, I knew there was something I was missing, I just did not know what it was.
I reluctantly turned away, and picked my almost-forgotten nightgown off the floor. I crossed quickly into my bedroom, and tossed the silky garment onto my bed. I stepped up to my dresser, and had a pair of boxers already firmly in hand before I realized that I would not be able to wear men's clothes without attracting quite a few strange looks. I place them gently back into the top drawer, and notice for the first time that my fingers are much more slender, and my nails longer.
I close the top drawer, and then take the third drawer out and place it on my bed, and take out the half dozen pairs of pants it holds. Removing the false bottom I had put in it, I see my secret little hiding place.
I take out a pair of nylons, a knee length black skirt, my white silk blouse, my black pumps, and my favorite underwear set. I gently pull the silicone pads from the cups of the bra, and then slip it on.
It's a little too small, and it hurts a little, but I can bear it until i get one that fits perfectly. I savour the sensation as I pull the white satin panties on, and touch my mons for the first time, and almost faint from the sensation. I don't know if I can trust myself, so I pull my hand away, and finish pulling up the soft material.
I finish dressing, and then go steal a look at myself in the mirror, I'm shocked at how beautiful I am, and can hardly keep my gaze from drifting up and down and then back up again. I'm delighted at how my legs look covered in the stockings, and how the skirt hugs my hips and accentuates my slim waist. I look at myself in stunned wonder, and hoped to myself that I would never have to go back to the way I had been.
... to be continued? ...
Feel free to either comment here, or to me in PM. And please remember that this is a first attempt (be gentle)
No, Really. Bite me.
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Blindy McBlinderson had this to say about Jimmy Carter:
You scare the hell out of me.
Why thank you!
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Beaukat a.k.a Nibbles impressed everyone with:
And what is THAT supposed to mean?
No, Really. Bite me.
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Sinice Aralund thought about the meaning of life:
When I asked IRC what sort of man I would be...They replied: "Lemmy."
Rather flattering.
Yeah.. they probably mean it as an insult. 
