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Thursday, February 24, 2022

F For Female

Grauncho Comics

"Getting into writing from the female perspective and through hours of research on Reddit, I think I got the female experience just right 😎😎😎

And if you tell me otherwise, y'all just a hater 😴😷😎 
 
F for Female
 
The pressure was built up in her uterus, and she knew. Her period had arrived. Looking around class, everyone was focused on their tests, and Mr. Johnson was flipping through his newspaper. She raised her hand, and he looked up.
"I need to use the restroom."
Mr. Johnson squinted, "Hold it."
She slunk back into her seat and clenched her pelvic muscles to stop the flow of her crimson shame.
Ten minutes passed, however, and the pressure was mounting. She did a good job holding it for the time, but it was becoming a desperate situation. She raised her hand again and Mr. Johnson misogynisticly sighed. "What?"
"I really need to go to the bathroom."
"Fine, but you get an F for Female."
She frowned but had no choice. She made a mad dash to the bathroom - breaking her heels along the way, which flattened her shoes enough to gain more speed. As she ran toward the bathroom, her heaving, ample breasts filled with milk, bounced and sloshed back and forth in her bra.
Thankfully, she made it in time before her womb made a bloody explosion.
She inspected her panties in the stall and sighed in relief. Thank you, kegals.
She pushed and peed the blood hard into the toilet, making it look like a murder scene all over the porcelain walls.
Now, to plug herself up. She pulled a tampon from her purse and opened the packet.
Perspiration beaded on her forehead as she examined the phallic shape.
As she pushed it inside, she let out a gasp, then a moan. Mr. Johnson would never know the wonders of being a woman.
 
She returned to her seat in the classroom with flushed cheeks as she fanned her face.
Then she felt the throbbing bulges in her stomach. Her ovaries swelled to the size of veiny baseballs. She tenderly massaged her Aphrodite pearls which calmed her agitated eggs down. She became soothed as she shifted in her seat with the erect tampon inside of her. Today was beginning to get better."

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