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I'm sitting in this dingy padded cell, the fluorescent light overhead buzzing like a thousand bees trapped inside. My skin is pale and clammy from hours of sweat pooling on my forehead. But even with all this discomfort, I still manage to look cute - or at least that's what I tell myself as I stare down at my reflection in the metal tray that serves as a makeshift mirror. The double hair buns are tied up high and tight, my blue hair sticking out from under them like a miniature bird perched on top of my head. My makeup is smeared all over my face - dark shadows under my eyes, bright red lipstick smudged across my cheekbones... I look like a raccoon that's been caught in the rain. But hey, at least I'm expressing myself, right?
I've always been a bit of an outsider. People tend to stare when they see me walking down the street - it's not every day you see someone with bright blue hair and a mop of messy red lipstick, after all. And yet... somehow that just seems to make people more curious about me. They want to know what makes me tick, what kind of crazy things I'm into in my free time. Newsflash: I like getting fucked by female dominatrices with strap-ons, okay? It's not weird, it's just sex - and trust me, if you've ever been strapped down on a gynecological table while a woman pounds away at your ass
