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is the treatment reversible?
y'see, i'm coming to a place in my life now where perfect physical appearance isnt the be all or end all for me.
i mean, sure, i'm extra special super-hott with a side order of OHMIGOD, but is that really so special?
what good are adamantium hard abs and buns of relaxed steel if i cant have a deeper relationship with any of the constant stream of girls lapping jaegermeister from my 'pack?
my body.
what once was my fortune is now my misfortune, locking my mind away in an ivory tower of muscle structure that would make narcissus jealous.
they see me as a piece of meat, my women, and when i look in the mirror, i see what they mean.
tenderloin i may be, but still just a big hunka perfectly chiseled man-flesh.
can you help me?
i too want to know what it means to carry a beer baby. |
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