Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Fluid and Fixed
Chris made a parody of a thoroughly silly woman.
Everybody was mad at him, especially the girls.
Liz and Louise felt he was putting everyone on. Period!
But no. The clinic adjusted his hormone cocktail.
Soon he was his old fem self.
No flair there. He put us to sleep!
Marko and Delsey agreed on very little, but that we needed no more bores, yes!
Enter Sally, here for a new job, just the opposite in ragged micro shorts, and a top fashioned from a pilot’s silky neck thing.
Jesus! prevailed the opinion on Founders Day.
The men fought to fetch her a hotdog.
Among these, Chris, affecting a gravelly voice.
Mr Chase Hallear told his Melody “I’m sick to death of all this gender-fluid nonsense!”
“Oh yeah? Lay off the sauce and English
Butler bit. I’m expecting some real production outa you later tonight!”
Labels: fluid gender, gender, sex, sex role, sexy, social group
