[WP] Getting enhanced body parts are very cheap and reliable now. Walmart has just begun to sell them.

Only fifteen more minutes, maybe less 'til he's here! I'm torn between the ski slope breasts in the gray spaghetti strap tank top with the full onion butt/floor length maxi skirt with fuschia swirls- OR- the little black number with the whole Jessica Rabbit Body?! I can't change again. No time. Skirt it is.

Hair's perfect. Short, curly Bob of blonde. Lashes.. Check. Okay. One glass of wine quickly as I reread my conversation notes.

  • "Lovely night, maybe we could walk?"
  • "Which sports interest you?"
  • "The astronauts are now farming on the space station." ... Ugh. What can he possibly see in me? He's so funnya nd interesting! I'm going to bore him. He'll see right through this WalMart ass and Amazon ordered hair.

I didn't know people still cared about intellect. And now I'm a bimbo, like everyone else with nothing to say about anything. I actually miss the days where my cellulite was incurable. When I exercised and felt alive.

Everyone's so beautiful and perfect now. We all fuck like rabbits with designer pussies and nine inch hammers with no chance of pregnancy. No downsides whatsoever. Except, of course, I'm actually a slut that works to pay for my body so I can get my hands on other bodies.

Then Malcom shows up, looking manly but not handsome. He didn't even shave, didn't have a hairstyle at all and was holding the door open for me, for no apparent reason! (What the fuck is wrong with this guy?) I obviously was fully prepared to give him the perfect glimpse of my perfect ass as I walked by, but he didn't look! I shuffled awkwardly into the cafe and the line was long.

Like a production line of Barbies and Kens, we all stood in single file, staring blankly ahead. Except for him. Odd man out. The others began noticing but didn't look for too long. They looked mildly disgusted with the sight of him. I saw it.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small harmonica, a set of keys and a package of gum. He drops the keys as he fumbles opening the pack and without even thinking, I bend down and pick them up. Our eyes meet, we're both floored. I hold the keys out, looking ashamed.

The warmest smile I've ever seen washes over his face, almost brightens his eyes and he thanks me. His voice deep and breathy.He slowly reaches his hand out and takes them by the ring and spins them around his index finger still holding my gaze.

"I've been looking for you." He hums to me. My heart racing. My heart still races every time I think of him! And he's on his way here and I have no idea what he wants from me but for the first time in decades, I'm excited.

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