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Today, I saw a huge cotton plaid shirt lying on my bed, and it was obvious that it was a garment that belonged to a huge man. Was he the one in my dreams that pinned me to my bed and made me scream with delight?
It is quite nice having a make believe husband, because I can sneakily take his shirt and go out, letting other women believe that I have stolen my husband's garment.
And, when he comes to me in my dreams again, I shall conceal the fact from him that I have his shirt hidden under one of my dresses in the closet.
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you know...
... it would be easier to just wear a ring. But I geuss for the sake of role playing the shirt works too, lolz.
♥♥
It's Gone Beyond Mere Roll Playing
What with 10 years of living this way, Hormones, and Surgery, my dear it is way past role playing. :)
It could be a full blown delusional state now.
Gwen
In two weeks
I've been doing it for 28 years. If you're crazy after all these years, what chance me? Woof woof!
Angharad
Have you gone round the bend, yet?
I keep messing up the pun about being two stops past Barking, sorry.
Gwen
Just check that ...
it's not a lumberjack's shirt and he's not the mad axe-man of old Portland town. LOLOL
Hugs,
Bev.
Well now, 'old on orf a mo...
I know a lumberjack and He's ok... ow. that one actually hurt.
Cathy
As a T-woman, I do have a Y chromosome... it's just in cursive, pink script.
I wonder if he would share?
Ya know, two fer the price o one?
Actually, he is quite a nice fellow.
I don't know if he will meet all my needs. Perhaps if I am sufficiently antagonizing ?