you don't deserve my fucking diarrhea, you stupid, fat wannabe crossdresser. look at yourself, jerking your ugly dick in your shitty apartment, endlessly replaying the same boring, misogynistic fantasies you've had since you were 13, you sick fuck.

and you're still jerking off to the same shit, after all these years? you can't even remember what an erection feels like, it's been so long.

remember? you were 14 and you stayed home from school to get drunk for the first time off your dad's whiskey.

lying spreadeagled on the livingroom carpet with your tighty whiteys crammed up your buttcrack, ugly feet stuffed into your mom's sensible 2-inch heels, getting rugburn trying to jerk off into your own mouth. when you were 15 you smeared on your mom's lipstick and got so stiff staring in the hall mirror that you felt afraid. you felt like a sick fuck didnt you, pretending to be your own mommy? thinking of all the nasty shit you'd do to yourself if only you had her ugly blonde perm and fat, white legs. jizzing in her panties thinking of new ways to degrade her - poor sad, ugly mommy.

well you made it after all, babe. now you're as old and fat and worthless as dad always said *she* was. living alone in a shitty apartment, spending all your money on fuck-me-pumps and little girl makeup. but it's getting harder and harder to look in the mirror and feel anything, isn't? "i am a piece of shit bimbo"> that lovely whispered phrase is losing it's power

.... you're starting to wonder if you'll ever have the guts to go all the way aren't you? you still sit at home all day dressed up like some rapist's pink fantasy of a brain-damaged 12 year old girl, same as always, but it isn't making your crotch slime up like it used to is it?

i know, what you need is a real man! no more dressy dolly in the mirror every night, alone. a real RAPIST! a man to break down what's left of your identity for good. to dig in to whatever final scrap of untorn tissue is left in your saggy old rectumbrain and make you hurt for real again. make you afraid of your own image again, to see the quivering, sopping empty cuntvoid where your soul should be, one more time, just like before>  this time not in the mirror but reflected in daddy's eyes.

>>>>>>>>>>>

pfft, fat chance, you farty no-cunt. do you think  i'd waste MY valuable time on you, you fucking narcicisstic piece of walking rectum? i don't care if you snort so much meth and shit so much puke that you fucking shit lipstick out of your eyesockets and grow an actual hairless cunt,  you dumb fuck. it won't impress me.  look in the mirror again, and face it > nobody wants to rape you.

NOW you can cry in the mirror.