and I do have friends be-wombed!
I grow small; my body shrinks where usual sexus sits, unto my tits, bigging, bettering. . .
. . .Tickle tickle, my nipples now pinch, atop four and more to the inch; this cannot be pornography, but a liberation from my birth accident, damned 'down there' to the nowhere of finding friend JUST FRIEND among women.
Constantly, I go about now in a state of bliss: clearly the hormones (Spironolactone, Estradial, Medroxiprogesterone) and herbs (Red Clover, Leucine, Fenugreek) have done something so beautiful that I go fearless this way, reverently in the direction of women-- and I do have friends be-wombed!
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