My Jesus, Bobby

I lived as a popular girl in California. Everyone in my city knows me as the "Beauty Queen". All the boys who chased after me were fuck boys, but one day, all that changed.

The mysterious boy who I saw had no interest in me, but I was sure to grasp his sewer-scented love. He was sexy, short, and soft. His stomach, that could be mistaken for the belly of a impregnated woman, radiated in the light, and his manure would bring a scent so sweet, my plants would thrive for months. All I could do was think about him, his brown eyes, his buzz cut, his rolling backpack, and most of all: his gas stench.

Being a beauty queen has always had its perks~ every single boy, no matter sexual orientation, chased after my hot, flapjack ass. Unfortunately, along with these beautiful gay boys, fuck boys are always a nuisance.