On the Feasibility of Love at First Sight

Something's getting a little strange.

As a law-abiding, upstanding citizen, I never imagined I'd one day get mixed up with the Port Mafia from urban legends.

Every day I knew him, I worried he might beat me up. But it turned out that wasn't what I should have worried about. I should have worried about my hobby.

Dressing up dolls is my hobby, but lately no dolls have been willing to let me dress them up. I asked around, but they all mumbled and seemed terrified. Some shops even put up signs saying that I and [xx] weren't allowed inside.

I was furious. It had to be him!

I decided to confront him, but he readily admitted it and even said I could dress him up if I wanted to dress up a doll.

As if! He doesn't fit my aesthetic for dolls at all. Sure, he's handsome, and the choker around his neck is right up my alley, but I'm really not into him.

I like men who look good in skirts. He's so slender, even skinnier than me. It's obvious a skirt wouldn't suit him.

Reader warnings:

1. OOC warning! OOC warning!! OOC warning!!!

Repeating it three times because it's important.

2. This is not a gender-bender story. I didn't realize this needed a warning.

3. More warnings to be added if I think of any.

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