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09/13/11(Tue)07:38 No.4961608>>4961604 But
now don’t feel sorry for her, I haven’t described her that well. She
was 22, I was 21. She was overweight and complained about this, yet ate
pocky all the time, six or so boxes a day because ‘they weren’t that
much’. She would touch everybody, especially me her love interest,
inappropriately, often trying to unzip my trousers or get inside my
shirt to touch my breasts. She talked of ‘boy sex’ and yaoi often,
wishing she was ‘an uke boy’ and swore to me, who she thought of as a
boy anyway with my short hair and love for women, that she had ‘Gender
confusion’, when I corrected her *Gender Dysphoria she used that word a
lot. She was your classic Otaku, and had previously stalked somebody she
still spoke about often, so do not feel sorry for her.
Anyway,
it was around this point I got together with Robin, we were fucking, not
dating. It was winter now, we had a coffee and art romance. Though I
disliked my body as most females do, she perceived me as perfect, and
often drew me. She had a collection of drawing of me, naked of course,
rolled up at her residence and mine, both in different buildings. It was
now Ariel began to act too severe for me to handle any longer. I was
cruel, and it was my mistake to be so careless, I thought her behaviour
type would not take in ‘NO’ unless I said it harshly and seriously, not
gently.
It was when she spoke of her longing to be a boy to fuck
other boys, that I decided to end our strange friendship, and also
because she was bugging me to go to a convention with Robin and I.
Enough was enough, I had lost interest in her. In the middle of the
library where talking was allowed, I spoke up in a flat tone as usual,
serious but smirking, I had longed to say this for a while. |