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The thing about Fayres is that I've always felt like it was missing some magic, preferably in the form of old Gypsy ladies with magical powers. And sure, at some Fayres there's fortune tellers and it really helps me to ease my mind, enjoy the activities more...
Unlike some people who became afraid of Gypsies after seeing 'Drag me to hell' - to which I always said: "Drag me to girly land", I didn't become afraid. I mystified the whole idea of gypsies, to me personally. And as much as I'd like to idolize Gypsy culture, I know the reality behind many Gypsy societies. There's lots of drugs involved, children are born to get as much money off of tourists, it's really sad and for what? Just because their parents aren't high ranked Gypsies and have gotten addicted to hard drugs and need money to buy more.
Don't get me wrong, unlike hard drugs I like soft drugs I guess? You know, getting high from smoking pot. What I've always found so fascinating were- and still are girly girls who sometimes go for the tomboy look or just go alternative and love to get high. More importantly, they're always a good sport, always in a good mood, live happily and basically feel blessed being a girl. Girls who feel like the world's given them everything, which certainly were two things I've never felt like. Neither that the world's given me anything or that I felt like a girl. Maybe that's why I was always so drawn to Fayres and hoping to find Gypsies there.
That fascination certainly didn't die when there was this unicorn, pink-, blue- and white- kind of Cotton Candy stand and I felt so drawn to it. There was a good looking guy my age who was making the candy and he asked me which color I wanted. I figured the color gives it a certain taste and I was used to eating pink cotton candy anyway, so I chose pink. But the way I said it, I felt like one of those girls I always liked to be. That's really the first time I felt like who I wanted to be.
Luckily it didn't stop there. I wanted to impress this guy and I started eating the candy trying to impress him. As soon as my lips touched the candy they became soft, as did the rest of my body and my body hair vanished. When I reached out my toungue as if to melt the candy on my toungue it got all sticky and got smeared over my lips making them pink, full and very plump.
Next up was my hair, my once black hair started to lighten in color until it became a mixture of brown and blonde after which fat started swelling up in both my chest and my butt. My hands and feet became thin and dainty, my waist shrunk while my hips widened. Right when I thought I'd cum I was relieved to feel my pussy would never be the same again. It grew very wet and its lips swelled up until I managed to get this guy behind his stall and I dropped to my knees, trying out a different kind of candy, a lolly if you will! 👄
Cotton Candy
The thing about Fayres is that I've always felt like it was missing some magic, preferably in the form of old Gypsy ladies with magical powers. And sure, at some Fayres there's fortune tellers and it really helps me to ease my mind, enjoy the activities more...
Unlike some people who became afraid of Gypsies after seeing 'Drag me to hell' - to which I always said: "Drag me to girly land", I didn't become afraid. I mystified the whole idea of gypsies, to me personally. And as much as I'd like to idolize Gypsy culture, I know the reality behind many Gypsy societies. There's lots of drugs involved, children are born to get as much money off of tourists, it's really sad and for what? Just because their parents aren't high ranked Gypsies and have gotten addicted to hard drugs and need money to buy more.
Don't get me wrong, unlike hard drugs I like soft drugs I guess? You know, getting high from smoking pot. What I've always found so fascinating were- and still are girly girls who sometimes go for the tomboy look or just go alternative and love to get high. More importantly, they're always a good sport, always in a good mood, live happily and basically feel blessed being a girl. Girls who feel like the world's given them everything, which certainly were two things I've never felt like. Neither that the world's given me anything or that I felt like a girl. Maybe that's why I was always so drawn to Fayres and hoping to find Gypsies there.
That fascination certainly didn't die when there was this unicorn, pink-, blue- and white- kind of Cotton Candy stand and I felt so drawn to it. There was a good looking guy my age who was making the candy and he asked me which color I wanted. I figured the color gives it a certain taste and I was used to eating pink cotton candy anyway, so I chose pink. But the way I said it, I felt like one of those girls I always liked to be. That's really the first time I felt like who I wanted to be.
Luckily it didn't stop there. I wanted to impress this guy and I started eating the candy trying to impress him. As soon as my lips touched the candy they became soft, as did the rest of my body and my body hair vanished. When I reached out my toungue as if to melt the candy on my toungue it got all sticky and got smeared over my lips making them pink, full and very plump.
Next up was my hair, my once black hair started to lighten in color until it became a mixture of brown and blonde after which fat started swelling up in both my chest and my butt. My hands and feet became thin and dainty, my waist shrunk while my hips widened. Right when I thought I'd cum I was relieved to feel my pussy would never be the same again. It grew very wet and its lips swelled up until I managed to get this guy behind his stall and I dropped to my knees, trying out a different kind of candy, a lolly if you will! 👄
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