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Dressing up always felt really good.
It was like getting to become a whole new person.
Sometimes you’d be a cyborg, saving the world.
Others you’d be a sports star, winning every game.
Eventually, though, as you got older, you noticed other girls getting way more attention than you with their costumes.
Worst of all, they weren’t even being somebody different! You put the “play” in cosplay, but they were just their normal selves in revealing outfits.
So one Halloween, you decided to go as a hooker. You wanted to see why girls just wore slutty costumes instead of putting any effort in.
Pretty soon, you found out why: it felt good to have all eyes on you, know you’re the sexiest around, know that men want you.
So you did it again. And again. But soon you wanted more. You needed more. And hey, you were just playing the part. So charging guys money to have sex with you was just part of the costume, right?
Turns out, when you put your mind to it, you can just turn it off and blow like the stupid bimbo ditz you’re pretending to be. And every time you shut it off to suck another cock for 5 bucks (who said you were a classy hooker?) it became harder and harder to turn it back on.
Not like you cared. You loved sucking cock and getting tons of money and attention. So when, one day, you just didn’t switch back to the shy, demure girl you had once been, you didn’t care. After all, you had ten more johns to blow that day, and they’d be devastated if their favorite streetwalker didn’t service them.

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