On a very ordinary day, I died.
I stood in front of the sofa and looked at the girl lying on the sofa in confusion. I felt like I was quaking...
I wasn't very happy or sad. I looked at the place where my legs should have been. Those legs had been replaced by a long and thin tail. I just felt magical. I turned my head in surprise and watched it move flexibly. I laughed. Hey, it's quite fun.
So I happily swung my tail and ran around everywhere, living the life of a gawk.
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I am a yuppie with many personal settings. I just want to share my life after being gay. The whole thing is very dull. It is impossible to catch the same kind and purify the same kind. The prototype of the protagonist is me, the five scumbags. If we really fight, I will be wiped out by the opponent.
Purpose: Share what I want to do after I get sick.