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bored again,so I made this

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You Are 45% Normal (Somewhat Normal)

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

How Normal Are You?

You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!

Come on, he doesn't wear pants! And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

How can Fi be more normal than me, and how can she get the cute Velma while I get Mr. Rumbly-Tumbly?

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Your Brain is 26.67% Female, 73.33% Male

You have a total boy brain Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts And while your emotions do sway you sometimes... You never like to get feelings too involved

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Well...that was...interesting...

You Belong in 1967

1967 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

Coolness

The Things We Do For Love-Completed

Once more: THIS IS NC-17, AND SOMEWHAT GRAPHIC IN NATURE


Disclaimer: Not mine. Inspired by the story 'Sex Object' by Graham Masterson, which appeared in the book 'Hottest Blood', edited by Jeff Gelb and Michael Garrett.

Title: The Things We Do For Love
Rating: NC-17
Reasons: Sexual content/language
Genre: Angst/Sci-Fi

"Miss Slade, what you're asking for...it's completely out of the question."
"And why is that?" Mandy shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and licking her lips.
"You give it to women who feel they should be men. Why not to me?"
Raymond Wittlinger shook his head, trying not to look at her long legs and the tight skirt that outlined her sex.
"I do surgeries for those people to help their mental health. Not to try and save a marriage that's already been broken."
Mandy tapped her nails on the desk.
"Doctor Wittlinger, this _is_ for my mental health. My husband is only cheating on me because Mistah Wild has something I don't. No matter what kind of toys I use, dildos, strap-ons, he's never happy with anything but the real thing. I love this man. I want do it for him. Can't you understand? I'm meant to be with him, I know it. Losing him would probably destroy me."
The doctor turned his head when he saw the longing in her eyes.
"It's completely against all ethics and morals I have..."
"What about the men who's penises you removed? They all agreed to be heart, kidney, or liver donors. They didn't agree to have their dicks removed so some butch could fuck with real meat."
"You're trying to blackmail me, aren't you?"
"What would have made you think that?" she smiled, lighting a fag and blowing it in his face.
He sighed.
"You do know this is going to disfigure you horribly, possibly irreversibly."
Mandy's lips turned up in a soft smile.
"Wonderful."

"Who was he?"
"I think it's best if you don't know."
Mandy shrugged, walking awkwardly to the mirror as the doctor removed the bandages.
"Well, whoever he was he must have been a very popular fellow. How long before I'll be able to use it?"
"I think you should be able to now."
"Already? It's only been two weeks."
"Touch it."
Mandy hesitantly put a hand down between her legs, where a short time ago there had only been a thatch of hair, sliding her hand along her new length. A shiver ran along it, way into the base of her stomach.
"My god...it's wonderful."
Dr. Wittlinger sighed.
"Let's hope for your sake and my career that your husband thinks the same thing."

Brian looked up when he heard the floor boards creak, licking his lips when he saw his wife leaning against the doorway in her pink robe, a slight bump poking the material out around her waist.
"You're ready?"
"Only if you are" she smiled slightly. Brian shivered and stood up, walking over to her. He stopped a few inches away, just staring. Mandy's face lit up as she saw a look she hadn't seen in his eyes in far too long. Lust. Lust for her. She slid the arms of her robe down, letting the garment pool around her feet. Brian moaned softly when he saw the black boxers she wore.
"What are you waiting for? Was it really that shoddy of job?"
Mandy laughed.
"No, I just thought you might want to do it. After all, you paid for it."
He whimpered softly and slid his hand into her waistband, shivering when he felt the hot flesh. He hurridly yanked the cloth down, gasping and falling down onto his knees, resting his head against her thigh.
"My god...it's perfect. Absoultely fucking perfect" he muttered. He slid a hand up her leg, hesitantly wrapping his fingers around the flesh, which quickly turned hard under his touch.
"You can feel it?"
"Of course I can. It's wonderful."
"Oh Christ...motherfucking Christ..."
Mandy smiled, running her fingers through his hair.
"How do you want to do it?" she whispered huskily.
He closed his eyes, feeling himself grow hard at the sound of her voice.
"Fuck me" he whimpered. Mandy smiled, finding the thought of being in control utterly stimulating.
"All right. On the bed, hands and knees."
Brian stood up, quickly scrambling into position. Mandy laughed softly, kneeling behind him. She gingerly draped herself over him, shivering as her erection just barely grazed his opening.
"Where's the lube?"
Brian shook his head, panting.
"No lube...just do it."
Her eyes widened. She wanted to get it over and done with, sure, but..
"Bri, you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. Just do it."
Mandy shrugged.
"All right then, if you insist" she laughed softly, then pressed up to him, wrapping her arms across his shoulders to draw his back against her chest as she thrust into him. He cried out softly, gasping as they both adjusted. Mandy rolled her head back, groaning as the feel of her husband's heat around her body washed over her. God, it felt so good. No wonder men wanted it all the time.
"Mand?" he whimpered. She grinned, gently pulling back and thrusting back in, a little deeper this time. Within a few strokes she was going as deep as she could without hurting either of them, head resting against his shoulder, groans coming from her throat. Her hand slid down, wrapping around his cock as her own grew tighter. She felt him explode around her, muscles tightening against her flesh to bring on her own dual climax. He fell down on his stomach, her arms still wrapped around him. He rolled over, looking at her. She smiled slightly, brushing his hair back.
"Was it good for you too?"
He smiled half heartedly, glancing at the clock. He stood up, picking up her robe and boxers and throwing them at her.
"Now get out."
"What?" she started getting dressed, looking at him with confused eyes.
"Bri, I...." she stopped when she saw him open the door, saw Curt standing there. She swallowed, pulling her robe tight around her body as she walked out, feeling the previously hard flesh grow lax.

It wasn't like that was the end of the sex, of course. He kept calling her to his room, asking for mutual blow jobs, to be fucked or to fuck her. But after Curt left and he started asking for her to dress like him, Mandy realized that she couldn't go on without love. She couldn't continue just being a sex object for him.
So now here she was. Standing in front of her bathroom mirror after talking to that bloody reporter about the man she'd changed herself for. Running her hands all along her body, not looking below her waist, reminding herself that she was still a woman. Then pulling back to see the almost-consistently limp cock hanging down from her hips, shadowing her true sex. Sure, it had been good for awhile. Men and women alike and adored it, worshipped it. Never her. Just the hole and the stick. Two for the price of one, sometimes even three if she let it. But then the damned virus came, so even the prospect of sex from strangers became rare. What was she now? A faded star, everyone admitted that. But what they didn't know was what she had to face every night. Facing that one last irreversible act of love as she undressed, as she bathed. Knowing that even giving him what no other woman could had not kept him. Knowing that he had never wanted her and never would.
Mandy sighed and walked away from the mirror. She picked up an old copy of the Melody Maker, turning to the picture of Brian going down on that bloody guitar and feeling the blood rush from her head to her hips, flesh quickly tightening and perking. She slid a hand down and, closing her eyes, began to stroke.

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