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>plan for weeks to acquire from 2nd hand store clothing worn by actual females, to satiate my 30yr old virgin bitter loneliness
>fight past social anxiety and make my way through the store, pausing at a rack of women's lounge pants
>select a pair of flowery leggings I feel certain were only worn by some college QT
>trembling, blushing, nervously pay for item and rush home and vomit, then strip down and don new feminine attire
>feels pretty good, actually
>warm wave of refreshing ease washes over me, drowns my soul in female feels
>continue wearing them daily at all times when at home, and eventually wear them out in public and all the time, everywhere
>become attached to them in a special kind of way, like romantic attraction mixed with sentimentality
>gradually gain awareness of a mystical enchantment pants seemingly possess, a precious sensation in my heart I never felt before or since
>realize that's the spiritual residue of the college girl who left me them, still imbuing her gift to me with her sacred essence
>it calls out to me, subconsciously: a voice inside my head, i hear, and i know instantly that it belongs to my vagina
>my repressed but true female nature leaps out of me all at once, violently turning me gay against my will in an instant as I instantaneously transform into a blue haired Tumblr tranny
>delighted by recent events, I invite a ghostwhisperer, and we communicate telepathically through our vaginas to contact the girl whose pants i've been wearing
>have psychic vision in which i discover she's my Soul Mate, and just as I suspected had left her pants specifically because she knew I would find them, and now I have to return them and myself to her
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