Lavinia and her brother Titus got together every couple of weeks to watch a game, drink beer, and complain about women.
"It's getting tough out there for a woman who fucks women" Lavinia said "Way too many lesbians."
Titus raised an eyebrow, It wasn't the first time he'd heard that complaint.
"Process this. Be vulnerable about that. Why don't you talk about your feelings? It's gotten to the point when I love it when they eat me out because its the only way to get the bitches to shut up. Jeez, that was never pass interference! Fucking refs"
"Fucking bullshit refs" her brother responded.
"I mean I love women. Tits, ass, cunt, the whole deal. But c'mon girl, shut up and fuck me, I don't want to hear your take on feminist theory!"
"Anything you can do about it?"
"There might be one thing."
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Lavinia walked into the Temple of Divine Manhood. She still wasn't entirely sure about this, but she was sick to her bones of the whole lesbian world. She wasn't sure if the god would accept a fielder's glove autographed by Ted Williams, but it was among her most precious possessions and seemed appropriate for a sacrifice.
Lavinia laid the glove before the god and it disappeared in a flash. Huh, Lavinia thought, did anything happen? Lavinia touched his chest. Yeah, they were gone. She had always wondered what it would be like to have a dick, and now he had one.
Lavinia walked out of the Temple of Divine Manhood. Now, he thought, time to fuck straight girls.