Dearest Queen of All That Is Feminine and Gracious,
My Big News is that I think I'm turning into a man!
You already know about my insane, violent, homicidal temper tantrums.
My moustache has to be ripped out by the roots with a wax strip every few weeks, or else my top lip looks dirty.
The latest development (ooh-er!) is that my voice appears to be breaking! Our phone lines at work are very bad and every time I try to speak louder, I utter an embarrassingly strangled squawk, just like a teenage boy.
I would consult a doctor, but I will probably be asked to show my wee willy winky, and I don't actually have one yet. But it can only be a matter of time.
If my bosoms remain sumptuous, however, I suppose I could be turning into a shemale.
The good news is, we may legally be able to get married after all - Hurrah!
Virile hugs and manly kisses,
Mr Antipo
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You already know about my insane, violent, homicidal temper tantrums.
My moustache has to be ripped out by the roots with a wax strip every few weeks, or else my top lip looks dirty.
The latest development (ooh-er!) is that my voice appears to be breaking! Our phone lines at work are very bad and every time I try to speak louder, I utter an embarrassingly strangled squawk, just like a teenage boy.
I would consult a doctor, but I will probably be asked to show my wee willy winky, and I don't actually have one yet. But it can only be a matter of time.
If my bosoms remain sumptuous, however, I suppose I could be turning into a shemale.
The good news is, we may legally be able to get married after all - Hurrah!
Virile hugs and manly kisses,
Mr Antipo
xxxxxxxxxxxx
posted by Antipodeesse @ 4:40 pm
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