I Got A Real Boyfriend

Convoluted. I was orphaned at two and was raised by my grandmother. I turn 18 and I learn I am the beneficiary of a life insurance policy, 25 thousand. I use the money for college and get a degree in Life Science. I go to work for a local cat and dog vet.

I'm not what people call pretty. I'm too tall, too frank, too manly. I work well with animals and become the right hand of the doctor.

A man walks in with a sick cat, said it had been his mother's. The doctor checks out the cat and says the cat has advanced cancer, the humane thing to do is put the cat down. He takes it badly and I console him. I wake up beside him.

Not having much experience I wait until he wakes up. He takes a look and says he was sure I was a dude. I assure him I wasn't, never was. What he got came with me, nothing added nothing taken.

No matter he says, good work by the doctor. I think he's talking about me, but he's talking about the cat.

Even if you're too manly, you're six foot and an inch or two, you speak your mind, you are a girl. And a man who just lost his pussy cat, want's a replacement. And that's how simple it was becoming his girlfriend.

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