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Ruby and Beth took Davey into the back. "So the mens can't see," the big woman explained.
They had him undress down to his underpants and squeezed him into a corset Ruby had brought with her, tightening the strings until he couldn't even gasp. Finally, she backed it off enough that he could breathe -- a little.
Next she brought out from somewhere two lumps of rosy plastic that looked exactly like breasts to Davey.
"A skinny girl's true friends are her falsies," said Ruby, grinning. Beth giggled.
"But I'm not ..."
"I get through wit' choo, sugar, who's gonna know?"
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More of a 'drabble serial', isn't it?
Not that that's a complaint! It's fun watching where this is going!
He conquers who endures. ~ Persius
Oxymoronic
A drabble saga is an oxymoron, a contradiction in terms. :) The title tickled me when it occurred to me, I was already doing this as a serial.
Maybe I'll do a drabble epic when this one is finished. :)
Love,
Lainie
Hey, didn't Nero do something like this...
... to a pretty young lad called Sporus, who happened to look like Nero's wife (whom he'd recently murdered).
Just... seeing where this could go... :-)
Sporus
I'd never heard of Sporus, so I googled and found this.
Never heard of her either
And googled the same page. :)
Hm. Sad ending to the story. I'll not use it as a model for mine but I'm not saying where I am going. :)
Love,
Lainie
Now I know ...
... what a drabble is. Well done!
marie c.
marie c.