Still a girl. Still awkward. I'm going to need more new clothes. But.. you know. I have mirrors. And I guess I'm hot.
Smoking hot Doesn't change my opinion about being a guy though. I went out earlier. Guys kept looking at me.
One of them actually pinched my behind, but I slapped him And the lines!
No, I did not fall from heaven. I don't want a rocket to the stars which strangely fits in your room. My parents aren't terrorists and I'm not
da bomb. There isn't a mirror in my trousers. Seriously, I'm a guy inside and even
I know those are lame!
Maybe I should tease a tiny bit and then leave them in the dust No, bad idea. You're a guy, Lyle, a GUY!So.. could someone help a guy out? Err, a girl out? Uhh... you know what I mean. Since our cards have no limit, there's really nothing to lose by assisting me. I could do it myself. But it's easier if I have help. Sizes, waistlines, etc. Honestly, I just don't want to go out by myself. People stare at me. A lot. It's now normal. Awkward. I really don't want to leave my room again.