/lit/ - Literature

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Every kid in school knew him as "the flower eater," but William knew consuming the bitter-sweet weeds was the only way he could ever hope to truly become a woman. He'd tried every kind of lotion and oil to make his skin softer, rubbing them frantically into his taut, boyish skin. Alas, this only maid his skin more moist, not looser or suppler. He'd even mail ordered special kinds of underwear to make his breasts appear fuller, but regrettably, from his small nipples no milk would flow, no matter how hard he rubbed and pinched them. It wasn't until his secret crush Justine heard of his strife that he found any hope of realizing his dream. Justine instructed him to pick flowers from the meadow and consume as many as his regrettably flat belly could hold, without water or milk. And so, while the other school children watched and laughed from afar, he ate. And no matter how much they laughed, or how many ticklish, feminine sensations his belly felt from consuming the flowers, William's breasts remained flat, his chin pronounced and his hair untidy.