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Desires, fantasies, they can be very specific things.

Like this guy’s one, a guy who isn’t a guy anymore.

Embodying glamour she walked down the stage, her heart beating passionately.

Long ago, when she was young and a he, his dream was this, becoming this exact model, with this exact dress, from the shoes to the gloves, and walking on stage, a vintage dream.

And one day, he got the chance to make it come true, a group of shadowy powerful people, some of which were witnessing her walk down the stage, had made reality of her deepest wish.

The price for her dream seemed quite harsh, once she reached the end of the stage, she would freeze into plastic, become a simple dull mannequin used to flaunt the clothes she loved so much.

Fantasies and desires can be very specific things, but they don’t have to be singular... the woman smirked to herself, her underwear soaked as she walked down the stage, tall, straight and without a doubt, she couldn’t wait to reach the end... and make her second dream come true...