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Lexi woke up to the sound of construction work outside her window. "Dammit." She thought as she started to move from her bed. As her feet hit the floor, the legs that were rolled up on her pants dropped and swayed a crossed her ankles. Dragging herself a crossed the carpeted floor to her bathroom she immediately began thinking about what she would wear for the day. "If I wear the flannel will it be to masculine? But if I wear my blue skirt it'll be too short." Her thoughts lead her to the bathroom where she immediately showered, being sure to shave her legs and arms. After drying off she went straight to her makeup drawers and began to apply as much as she could to cover her tired eyes, wrinkles and the scar that sat on her left cheek that she received when she and her brother go into a fight in the second grade. After finishing her routines of makeup, clothes, breakfast and the last cup of coffee before heading out the door Lexi took one last look in the mirror that sat by her front door. She looked at herself up and down and almost didn't recognize herself. This morning she was a normal looking young woman, her stomach was pudgy and her thighs had stretch marks. Lexi now was thin looking, she had made herself to look like a woman that anyone would die to be and any man would want but, she couldn't wait to come home and become herself again, sweatpants and all.
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"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

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