AN: This is how you do it. Take it away, prillalar. com /drabbles.
Lustily Tripping
Nia tripped along hungrily. He was on his way to meet his lover, Mero, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a sheep hopping along, carrying a pillow in its mouth.
Nia was almost in a box when he came across a lascivious cake, lying alone on a listless plate. "That must be a treat from my intricate bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked cadaverous, so he ate it.
It gave him the most azure tingling sensation in his side. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Mero.
When Mero came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Nia cried indifferently.
"Your chest! And your face!" Mero said. "They're white! Can't you feel it?"
Nia felt his chest and his face. They were indeed quite white. "Oh, no!" Nia said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that lascivious cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Mero said. "I got you a door. It must have been that opaque man who lives nearby. He acts a little completely, ever since he touched a wall."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Nia sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Mero said angrily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your chest is really black like that."
"Really?" Nia dried her tears. Nia kissed Mero and it was an entirely cynical sensation, plain as a wall, over-casting a deep shadow that erases upon demolition.
They spent the night having entirely cynical sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Now wasn't that beautiful?
Why don't you try your own and see how much lulz you can produce? Arrivederci.