I said I would, so I shall deliver. 1K gender bender story is here:
Once upon a time there was a young man, this man’s name was Gregory. Gregory was a particularly feminine man, with a slim waist and a dainty frame. He had girlish manners that would make the straightest man’s heart aflutter. He looked androgynous at best and womanly at worst with his long eyelashes, saphirre blue eyes, heart-shaped lips, long silky hair, and a high pitched voice; that instead having a bass tone, it was more sultury and suductive.
He was commonly mistaken as a woman everywhere he went. Men of all forms and types would flirt with him and women would glare at him with jealousy, and all he wanted was to be accepted by his peers. Gregory would start to become ashamed of his body in more recent years, especially because he was in high school now and he looked like a prissy catfisher. One day because he was tormented at school again for making men question their sexuality and women question their beauty he ran home in a girlish stride with tears flying from his eyes. Turning heads of the onlookers who thought that they were seeing a beautiful maiden crying, and not a filthy, disgusting trap.
So the little bitch boy fled home crying on his way there, and then as if to raise the dramatic tension, the weather suddenly changed. As cumulonimbus clouds suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started pouring down on this horrible abomination. Of course the thunder and rain came, without lightning of course, because that would have ended this story and the author’s suffering far earlier. The mongrel creature that was Gregory cowered in fear of the scary thunder and pouring rain, and because Gregory had abided by every horrible trap stereotype ever he so happened to wear ‘cute’ clothes, because people like that for some reason.
Gregory was afraid of getting his totally not gay body wet, and feld to the nearest alleyway. As Gregory huddled underneath the cardboard and decided to transition to an emotional flashback sequence in order to have the audience sympathize with him more. Gregory was reminded of a happier(?) time where he came across his childhood crush, Generic Love Interest Kun. Who we will call Glik for short, glick was so special and interesting like his eyes that were so…dreamy and blueish, brownish, and greenish. He was so above average in height and his face blended into the crowd. The perfect man for Gregory obviously, because Gregory doesn’t need to elaborate on things like personality or actions that may have made him feel this way no.
After all everybody knows you should only love someone for their physical attributes and not their personality, that almost sounds realistic. But anyways Gregory loved Glik. So much so that he likes to shove a hairbrush up his, *expletive removed*, especially when he thought Glik would take out his undulating, *Bruh* and then Glik would shove his throbbing *no more* right up his *Dear Lord* *Multiple intense expletives bleeped out* Chili Dogging! *What… the… fuck.*
Yep those were good times that he wished happened. Too bad Glick was a normal human being that didn’t like femboys, “But that is what I am for!” said the fiery dumpster that sprung to life besides Gregory. “What are you?” Gregory said ‘cutely’.
“A plot device!” exclaimed the dumpster fire with enthusiasm.
“A what?” muttered Gregory completely unaware he was in a parody narrative.
“Uh, I mean a genie, yeah that’s right a genie.” Stammered the sentient dumpster fire.
“Gregory I shall make your horrific sexual desires come true!”
“Really?!”
“Yes.”
Then it happened as the dumpster fire turned on a dime and vomited fiery garbage sludge on Gregory. Gregory, obviously in pain, because he was being covered in molten plastic. Screamed in agony, until it suddenly stopped. He suddenly realized that nothing had changed, which made him Le Depression. Until he realized two things, his peener vanished and was replaced with a built-in fleshy change purse, and now he had some giant ridiculous anime-esque mommy milkers.
The flaming dumpster then said, “I must go! My people need me!” Them flew off from the alley way into the sunset. While the clouds parted and a double rainbow appeared.
The once trap had tears in her(?) eyes has she(?) stated, “I am Gregorina…” Then she start salivating about Glik, “... and I will fuck that boy.”
The monstrosity that was once Gregory, lumbered its way towards Glik’s house and here is where I would like to stop the story and talk about drunk driving. Drunk driving is a horrible crime that happens every year according to Bankrate kills about a person every fifty-two minutes or about twenty-eight people per day. That is a horrible, horrible thing that should never happen, but it does. So please don’t drink and drive.
Where was I? Oh yeah, this horrible story. So anyways the abomination, gender blender creature wandered its way into Glik’s house. You see Gregory was always a creeper and liked to sneak into Glik’s house after Glik’s mother filed a restraining order against him.
So Gregory did his same old trick of going through the back of the window scuttling his way up the side of the house like goddamn Spiderman. So Gregorina – yes I am switching between pronouns and name I don’t care – made her way into the room seeing that he wasn’t home decide to do naughty things on his bed, sniffing his scent completely ignoring the fact the terrified Glik was kneeling down in the corner sobbing, because there was a crazy home intruder jilling on his bed.
When Gregorina finally noticed that Glik was cowering in the corner she rushed for him like a lusted animal. Following him all the way outside which is where I would have to end the story there sadly, because Gregorina became another nameless victim to drunk driving. Whoever drilled Gregorina with that eighteen wheeler shall forever be a mystery. Though local reports from a mail man thought they saw a flaming dumpster behind the wheel.
The end suck it Ai-chan.
