((NOW I MAKE ANOTHER FIC THAT HAS NO STORY LINE OR NOTHIN! Dances I hate to make serious stories soo…I caught my thumb on fire with a hairspray flame thrower today..))
"I'm so tired of you woman and your feminine parts! Flaunting them around in my face with your titty shirts and cooter skirts! Taunting me so! Teasing me! Why, why was I born without them! WHY! What's wrong with me! Why was I the one that had to be mutated?" Screamed a man in drag, blood red lips, long black hair, and heavy eye makeup in intricate patterns. He was a tall skinny man, with tall latex dominatrix boots; the pointed toes of the boots were dug into the innocent skank's stomach, holding her down. He had on a short leather pleated skirt and a black belly shirt.
"I don't even know you! Why are you doing this?" She whimpered, trying to pull the boot from her gut.
"BECAUSE! You were special enough to get the parts I want, and you waste them! Waste them on your whoring! You should be proud! Proud of your ovary's, labia and clit! You waste them! WASTE!" He had the poor hooker trapped in a dingy alley of an old part of town, not many people actually came around here, so it was perfect. He pulled a cheese grader out of nowhere and held it up.
"What the fuck are you doing!" She screeched while tears wheeled in her eyes.
"I'm taking them away from you, you don't deserve them!" Holding her down with his boot, he ripped up her skirt brought the cheese grader down on her cunt and began to grade her skin off. Blood and meat hunks began going up through the little holes in the graders and getting on his hands. She screamed loudly and grabbed the man's arm; and in return he pulled the grader up and smacked her in the face with it. "DON'T YOU TOUCH ME! YOUR FILTHY! FIIILTHY!" He took his other boot and crushed her arm with it, shattering the bone.
She screamed loudly, as he continued to stomp her left arm, then started to crushed the right one. He was violently stomping, every time his boot hit skin, her arm made a loud cracking noise and some blood squirted out from under his boot. He stopped and stared down at her for a moment. She was sniveling, her makeup was running, and some blood and snot was coming from her nose; it disgusted him. "Your disgusting…" He muttered as he brought the grader back down on the screaming woman's feminine part. The outside of it was unrecognizable as a pussy, but now he had to work on the rest of her, the inside of her cunt and her tits.
Suddenly there was a light tap on his shoulder, he turned around and saw a not so tall not so pale, man with short messed hair, and the side of his head were shaved. He was simply holding a slurpie and blinking. "Your weird….." The man said innocently then he toke the grader from the drag queen, and walked away.
The insane transvestite only stared, unsure of what had just happened.
((Oh yeah, Nny stopped the crazy vagina slayer! LOOK AT MY PANTS! HOLY FUCK! THEIR BEAUTIFUL!)