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Touching her gently, I caressed her thighs. Her skin was cold; I could tell she had been dead for at least 3 weeks. I didn't bother asking questions, I already knew the response. I gazed deeply into her eyes. A dull gray glaze. She had a smirk on her face (granted I drew it on with a marker.) I asked, 'How are you doing?' then quickly thruster my fist into the back of her skull, turning her head into my puppet. She replied, 'Oh Corey, I've never felt like such a woman before. Take me, take me now. You're the coolest guy in the whole world. So cute, with your towering 5'6 stature and so masculinely buff. 140 lbs of solid beef-cake." I could sense the desperation in her voice. I gently touched her with a rose pedal. (You have to appreciate the irony; I'm giving a stiff to a stiff.) I asked if she wanted to eat anything, then grabbed the maggots out of her stomach and pressed them to her lips. Then I asked if she wanted some more meat with that, and proceeded to put my cock in her mouth. I thrusted my pelvis forward, then abruptly shouted, 'Oops, wrong hole,' at which we both laughed.
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I looked great in the dress. Damn I was hot. I looked so much prettier than any cunt could ever imagine looking in her wettest and wildest dreams. I applied the makeup. I looked like such a little slut. I knew that I had to act fast considering my parents could be home soon. They had already scolded many times before for wearing mother's clothing. I went to the garage and hot-wired my mom's Acura. They had given me a Pathfinder but I looked fucking ridiculous in it. How the fuck was I suppose to get laid in that. I applied my lipstick while backing out of the drive way. I would only have two hours
before my parents returned from their business trip so I would have to factor that into the equation. I thought to myself Lets see x + y = ...... Ah only if I had only been born a woman I could blame this on my period. Then I reached over and poured ketchup on myself. oops looks like I am going through my period after all. I said to myself. Close call! I thought silently to myself.
I went to the local porn shop and started soliciting. A man pulled up in a Viper. "Jackpot." I whispered quietly to myself. This was it. Hey honey! I told him in my sexiest voice. I had hoped that my practice would pay off. Since, I had been performing in front of the mirror for weeks now. You need a ride?! he yelled. Sure my place is up the street. I replied. I stepped into his car and immediately started playing with the radio settings and quickly changed the station. I then fixed the air conditioning. Sorry I need it set at minimum of 72 degrees Fahrenheit for me to get haruh.....wet. As I retorted this ridiculous lie I could only think of Michael Moore and how he was so mean to President Carter in that movie. I forgot about this nonsense in an instant when I started stroking his peter with my jelly lubed hand. Yes, I had Smuckers on me. I began to converse with him about the state our economy was in but all he could reply with was Oh baby right there. Stroke it like mama did. Since we were on the subject, I started asking him about how his family was treating him and there was an awkward silence. So whats your name? I blurted. Darrel! he said firmly. And yours? he immediately asked Mike! I hollered, in my real voice. You fucking fag! he blared and quickly threw the car into park. I then quickly pulled a knife out of my purse and stabbed him, slowly twisting the blade in deeper. Then, I whipped out my cock and showed it to him as he was dying. Lets see whose is bigger! I snarled. From there I could tell my jean sausage was at least 1 and 9/10ths inches bigger. Wow looks like you missed out! Ha! Ha! Ha! Just kidding your fucking small. I then slapped him in the face with the side of the blade. Its situational irony you prick why arent you laughing? The blood trickled down his wound past his Versace pull over, and to his AX jeans. God this guy knew how to buy shitty clothes. I mean you cant pair AX with Versace thats like total price mismatch. No wonder I slit his throat. I began to lick up the blood but saw that a mother pushing a baby stroller was slowly approaching. I rolled down the window and shouted, Hey! How bout you get a leash for that dog! The baby had it coming I mean if youre going to prance around in a stroller the least you should do is have fashion advice. I threw the blade in the stroller to ditch the evidence. They would never think of this on CSI.
After that bitch of a mother ran off after the patrol guard, I pushed Darrell aside and gained control of the wheel. I went down into an alley, and I pulled my tools out of my purse. I started to tear off his flesh. All men are the same. This is what you get for what I went through as a child! I shouted. The joke was on him, I had actually lived a pretty privileged life style up until this point. I had completely torn off all his flesh and gutted his organs. I was so fucking hungry. I went back to where I parked my moms Acura and quickly loaded everything into the car. I still had to cut up all the bones and prepare for the feast. I had to be snappy if I were to catch the Friends re-run tonight. That Chandler had such crazy antics. As I was sawing his bones I couldnt help but wonder what kind of diet he had. He had weak bones. No calcium at all so I figured he must have been one of those new age vegan pussies. I swear PETA and all those bullshit organizations did more harm to animals than they helped. Didnt they have any form of a conscience? I then knocked out his teeth and cleaned his carcass so the body would be harder to identify. I put them in the trash bag along with some other garbage. I folded Darrells flesh neatly and placed it over a trash bag I had already put in my moms trunk before leaving the hizzy. Yes, I said hizzy. I opened the drivers door to the car but couldnt help but wonder, Is God real? Right then I looked at my Timex and saw that it was almost 8pm. Omg.Friends! I shouted. I pulled my dress up, got in the vehicle, and speeded off into the sunset. Since it was 7:55 it was more like the moonlight.
Several minutes later I was back at my house and my friends and I could finally commence in the feast of feasts. Everyone had brought the flesh of a different nationality. Looking like a rainbow, a tear dropped from my eye. It was purely out of the symbolism alone. Unfortunately, it made my mascara run. My friends, we are gathered here today for one reason and one reason only, to be with friends, while eating friends, and watching Friends! I roared after hitting my spoon against my chalice. It begins! I yelled in furry. People started tearing away at the flesh and the meat of our victimless crimes. Since we had already ridden the bodies of those pesky bones, eating was especially fast and tasty. We all prayed to NBC for blessing us with Friends and gazed on as Chandler made another zinger about how is father was gay. It always smells like smelly cat when youre watching Friends. And it was that night, that despite being born a man, I had finally become a woman.
Just then Frank and Patricia walked in the back door. My parents were always such prudes, but now as they saw me for the first time covered in Darrell flesh I knew they could finally accept for daughter they never had. Mom! Dad!, I yelled come over and see what your beautiful baby boy has done! They looked in disgust. You didnt leave us any leftovers? What kind of ungrateful bastard are you?! they yelled. They were such moochers but I knew that since the house takes 10 percent I had to fork over some flesh. I looked over and saw Bobby Parsons feasting away on his Mexican janitor who enjoyed mild bondage and took the kitchen blade I had been using to cut into Darrell and thrust it into Bobbys rib cage. I knew it had gone through is lungs since his face turned a pale shade of blue. Like the color of my Pathfinder. Bastard parents. As Bobby fell to the floor, I released the blade from his chest. He replaced it with his hands and managed to cough out, Why? After all weve been through He never quite understood the movie Risky Business. I tried to explain but I couldnt get through to him since he was dying and all. I looked to my parents who were smiling and tying on their bibs. They were such clean eaters. I hope you like your meat rare. I said. You know us Mikey. They replied as they jumped across the table knocking down the salt and James Fitzpatrick. He was the African American day trader who liked cheerleaders. Seeing my parents feasting on Bobby, I couldnt help but think Why did Friends have to go off the air?
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