This guy confessed to me. If I refuse him, will he rape me?
"I didn... Well, I saw you here alone, and I wondered if you're interested—"
"Why do you like me? Is it my look?" I widened my large eyes that they could swallow two of him each. "No way. I look like the ghost from The Ring."
"...Well, no. But, yes, I find you attractive from afar, so I want to invi—"
"Is it my body?" I groped my melons in a tank top. "Ohhhhh, they're bouncy. But my ass is flat, though. I know a girl whose butt claps even when she moonwalks."
"..."
"AWWWWW, I SEE!!" I exclaimed. "You like me because I have a normal worldview, ey?? That's my only advantage!"
"...Normal?"
"I knew it!! It's so hard to find a normal girl these days, huh?" I reached my hand down and squeezed his balls. Then, I recoiled at his unnecessary scream. "Sorry, but I have someone in my heart. Personalities and views are not things you can fondle or thrust in, you know?"
...
I had tears in the corners of my eyes because that guy ran away, shouting things like "creep" at me. Normal and creep were antonyms, and obviously, normal was what best described me.
I almost burst out crying. Luckily, Pollen arrived. I smeared my tears onto her boobs; the liquid might have included my saliva, too.
"Wow. Look at those two beauties."
"Uhh. That tall girl looks scary, though." Two passers-by were walking without looking at their phones? What an unusual sight.
"Today, we're buying some clothes for you!" Pollen lustfully said.
"You do know tank tops can be easily ripped for quickie business, right?" I goggled that she didn't know such common sense.
"Yes! But not for people with no strength. Let's buy some other clothing for you!"
"Woah! Clothing more fuckable than tank tops!?"
Tiny shirts that are meant to show butt cheeks. Tight jeans that grind really comfy. Fashion is nice. Fashion is nice. Fashion is nice.
"Yep! A little reveal is nice." And Pollen agreed.
"Mhm. Not normal enough, though." I once saw one of the few normal celebrities persuade his wife to go nude on camera. Now, that was what I call normal.
Pollen and the staff couldn't find proper clothing for me because of my height. I wandered off and found a…
"Ah, a backless dress? Would you like to put it on?" A female staff questioned. Backless? Why was it called backless?
I came out of the changing room and…
"AHHHH!! Miss! You wore it the other way around!!"
"Huuuuuuuh?" I wore the revealing part in my front. Wasn't this dress supposed to show my boobs?
They tossed me back to the changing room. I ended up buying a t-shirt with a giant yellow dildo fruit on it. The staff asked me if I wanted to try other clothing for Muslim women, and I replied that unchanging spirituality was perhaps the most unnormal thing ever.
"But you have a pretty visage! Don't you think—"
"I have a... PFFFFTT(+)"/`T+çöL%)(/= GHAHAAHAHHAHAHHA!!!! Pretty!?!? You what??? HAHAHHAHHAHAA!!!!"
"...What happened to her?" The staff asked Pollen.
"Haha, you can't really be beautiful…" Pollen smiled ever so friendly. "If you don't wear makeup, right?"
"Yeah!! I love you, Pollen!!" I kissed Pollen on the cheek. Why were the staff looking at us weirdly? "No makeup means dark skin."
"Short eyelashes," Pollen added, savoring my kiss.
"And pale lips?" I bent my front knee to the tallest staff's level and rested my elbow on it, raising an eyebrow with a contemptuous smile that I show for children who'd never seen skins peeled off. "Just how can you call me beautiful? Well, I like to stay normal rather than beautiful, sorry."
We waved the dumbfounded staff goodbye and left. I would hump Pollen right now because she's finally begun to learn normal ways of living. Also, I'd been using her money because my mom's dead, and my dad had been in jail until the year before last year, so I was a poor motherfucker.
Pollen was rich, and money should be used for things she desired. As far as I knew, Pollen desired to be normal like me!
"Should we buy you a short skirt? It can be simply lifted for men to use." Pollen smiled like my loving mother and a whore at the same time. How was that possible?
"Sure! But I want coffee coffee first!!"
Starducks's entrance was on the mall's outdoor walking street; on the street, a scene almost made me vomit. Many cameraMEN were shooting a thicccc girl walking in tight jeans. At least, back then, the paparazzi could officially build wide reputations for these sluts, but this girl was filming for Tickle Tok. Was she really satisfied to be raped on social media? These men, come on, I would have strapped the surveillance camera onto my imaginary penis as I go in her.
These men were so not normal that I wondered if their desires were genuine.
"But is it possible that these cameramen are doing this for money rather than physical desires?" Pollen asked and received a weird sight from me. "I'm just asking, you know? I'm willing to learn!"
"Ah, fine. I'll teach ya!" I blew the straw until the coffee was drained. "Marrrket. Cameramen and whatever companies behind their electric business sell objects called 'women,' and countless male buyers lick their phones and unzip their pants for it."
"Mhm."
"You know, I know, everyone knows. But, when weird guys like Palakala report their videos, another account would pops up on social media. The girls know they're being sold. Yet, when someone comments, 'stop sexualizing yourself,' the girls will stand on the peak of morality and criticize him, 'with a dirty mind, you see everything sexualized,' this kind of bullshit."
Pressing my butt against the camera while licking my lips with misty heart-shaped eyes, if this wasn't sexualized, then why couldn't I wear that chestless (backless) dress the way it should be??
"And guess what? The men would defend the girls and shit talk those who told them to stop this sort of content." We walked past a cameraman with buzzcut. "The men's brains are controlled by parasites called sperms, and women are nothing but objects."
"Tsk!" The cameraman turned in a swish, his eyes glazing over and his teeth clenching, but he was startled.
Was it Pollen's beauty that made him startle? Because she wore light makeup. Was it my height? I bet I could slam dunk on him 99.24897 out of 99 times. Or was it my ever-so-normal smirk and comment?
"I'm considered tall as a Chinese man. Just how tall is this girl…"
Seeing him wordless, I planned to poke his eyes with my straw. However, Pollen pulled me behind her.
"Sorry about that! My sister speaks without thinking!!"
As Pollen apologized to the cameraman, my mouth and eyes turned to circles. Was Pollen giving in to this community? Though, I wouldn't mind seeing her naked on social media for all ages.
"That's more than without thinking! Don't judge when you don't know anything about this business!!" The cameraman admonished.
"Yes, sorry."
"You have no idea how…"
"Sorry for judging, because…"
Pollen was 21 centimeters shorter than me, shorter than the cameraman, but why did he see her so towering?
"...Because everyone's competing reaaaal hard to sell their products." Her scornful cheeky smile and her eyes looking downward, I could only describe that as if her X-ray vision saw the man's three-inch penis.
We walked away as they told the girl to jog for her two jellies to bounce, telling her to sit on the bollard with her ass facing the camera, training a dog.
"Men are seen ever so pathetic, and women are seen ever so materialized." I grinned with my arms out, closing my eyes to smell the lewd and arousing scent of the city.
"Sure, we shouldn't judge them without actually knowing what they're doing, right? But any normal human being will interpret that as sexualization." Pollen's disgusted grimace with no smile was unfamiliar to me as she side-eyed the scene. I couldn't blame her. I felt disgusted, too.
"Whether it's their hypocritical act or this 'men selling women' business, nothing is normal."
"And that girl is so eager to be their plaything."
"Yeah, that's not normal, too."
"So, Craycray, is stopping this business the normal thing to do?"
"Huh? No!"
"Oh, what?" Pollen looked abnormally awkward for guessing my thoughts wrong. I thought I'd taught her enough!
"It's hypocritical, remember? You see, equity is normal. Desires are normal, too. So, instead of men selling women, we shouldn't be hypocritical and follow our desires and replace money with intercourse."
"..."
"When technology enters the next era, robots should feed us food as we form a human centipede that circles the globe."
"..."
"Connected by the genitals, of course."
"..."
"..."
"...Okay." Pollen kept her smile, but her face squeezed like men's tissue after self-business.
"What? If staying genuine for your desires isn't normal, then nothing's normal."
My name is Craycray. I really wanted to buy that chestless shirt, but Pollen wouldn't buy it for me.