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I got a job in a fast-food restaurant where I didn't eat anything.What I really wanted to do was to get my body like the model's, if not better.I stuffed most of my shoulder-blade-length blond hair under a cap and drove through the rain to the bookstore, where I was surprised to see that there was only one car in the large parking lot. Perched on a high stool behind the elevated counter reading a magazine was a burly old man, maybe 60 years old with a paunchy stomach, a black and gray moustache and what looked like about a five-day growth of beard. I didn't say anything for a few moments, and he finally looked down at me. "You know," I said while I eased out of my raincoat and looked up at him with my most-innocent, blue-eyed expression, "I've never been in a bookstore like this after it closed." I removed my cap, shook my head, and my thick, straight blond hair cascaded around my bare arms. "There's something I really want to buy -- a dildo? I had my back to him, but I could hear his key turn the deadbolt lock and turned my head to see him flick off all but two dim lights in the store, giving the place an eerie effect. Really not knowing what I might be getting myself into, but I figured that even if he tried anything, I could probably discourage him enough so I could just buy my dildo and leave. He was breathing hard, probably because of his age and girth. "My hands can go completely around your waist and my fingers can touch each other." It was true. First so hard that it took my breath away, then his lips lingered on mine, barely touching them.

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I had decided I wanted to buy a dildo, just to see what it felt like.

I may be too scared to actually be with a man, but I felt it wouldn't do any harm to see what a dildo felt like as long as I could be gentle with myself.

He was very good-looking, but I realized that if I sculpted my body, I could be much better-looking. I couldn't really explain it, but I wanted to be able to attract a man someday, even if I wasn't going to let him touch me.

After I graduated high school, I had several academic scholarship offers, but I decided to take a year off to, I told my parents, earn enough to buy a car.

I had sneaked off once to an adult arcade in Connecticut, but I didn't stay but a minute.

An older man spotted me as soon as I went into the store and moved up close to me and mumbled something I didn't understand. My right shoulder moved forward seductively in response to his touch.

Perhaps I was just seeing what I wanted to see, but I thought I was beautiful.

I still thought of myself, though, as a man -- probably just a heterosexual man with a gay fantasy.

I'd shimmy back and forth and pretend that my soft little mounds were real cleavage.

It occurred to me each time that it wouldn't take much for me to pass as a woman.

I got frightened and left, but not before I noticed that they sold dildos and other paraphernalia in the store.. I really was feeling the sense of accomplishment women must feel when their man has an erection.

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