“So why do you like fat girls?” “I like the way their fat jiggles…I don’t know. It’s fucking stupid, right? I used to fucking get off s... hard when I was a teenager after I had him. But I got like this weird metabolism and despite eating like a horse, I just lost it all a few months after I had him. And now I’m like the “hot chick” in the office…so I can’t afford to get fat.” She was making it up as she went along. Men like titties because they jiggled so it made sense they might like fat. It was a bite tight andI could barly zip the back up. My arms looked wired. I had a semi t shirtwhite tan. My lowere arms where a bit darker then the top half. I grabbedon of her sweaters and put it on. That was it besides my face I had thebody down; I could defiently pass for a woman. My hair was long for a boy;but to short for a girl. I shook my head and covered up my face with myhair. I peeked out from under my bangs; I could do it! I could be a sexywoman and get fucked! Oh my what was I. The music and dialogue seemed to be fully surrounding thembecause of the speakers embedded in the helmet-like contraptions, whichwas pretty awesome - plus, they were pleased to see that the lead actresswas indeed an attractive brunette. But the film took a strange turn whenthe main actor agreed to a bet where he had to dress as a woman for aweek!"This is weird, dude," Stephan murmured, not sure what to think of thestrange plot. "I thought this would be a chick flick...seems to be more ofa weird. There were two reasons. First, the woman that I had slighted deserved it, and second, if I told the story properly, it was going to sound like I was bragging.Tammy was very mad that I would imply that I would brag about hurting someone. I tried again. The woman had nearly gone out of her way to antagonize me. I got even by having incredible sex with someone else right in front of her to prove a point. Tammy looked at me in disbelief, and then insisted that I tell her that story. Wendy:Wendy was.