"I am so sick of the double standard" said Marcea to her friend Suzette. "Yes, I like fucking. Yes, I like fucking a lot of different people. So everybody calls me a slut. Some guy fucks a lot of different people, he's a stud, he's cool. I fuck a lot of different people, and everybody treats me like shit, including a lot of the guys I fuck. I've had it."
"But what can you do about it? People are people, they're not going to change."
Marcea grinned. "Yeah, they're not going to change. But what about me?"
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Marcea strode into the Temple of Divine Manhood. Might as well get used to a more assertive stride, she thought. Without hesitating she laid a collection of her prize jewelry at the altar of the god. In an instant, Marcea felt herself changed.
He looked down at his new body, lean and muscular. He took a quick look between his legs and was quite pleased by what he saw. Yes, he thought, I can do pretty well with this.