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      <title>The Male Bitch</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; My first attempt at a longer story so please feel free to comment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;James Miller slipped the black, lacy bra over his head and made sure it was in a comfortable position before grabbing the gel-filled balloons he used to simulate breasts. He stuck one of them over each pectoral and made sure that they weren&amp;rsquo;t visible. He then slid the dance belt up his shaved legs and tucked his junk under it. It was followed a black, lacy thong that matched the bra. He turned to check himself out in the mirror. His reflection was that of a woman. He had a long blonde wig on over his close cropped hair and had shaved all hair on his chin or beneath his nose. With some black eyeliner and mascara around his blue eyes, rouge on his cheeks, and red lipstick coating his lips, his face almost passed for a woman. As for the body, with no body hair and no fat and the dance belt and balloons, he easily passed for a very gorgeous woman.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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