Dysphoria :(

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Ben was just sitting there in the basement of his wife's house, he looked down and saw his flappy vagina flapping in his smelly queef wind. he sighed in depression and transness. the dysphoria was hurting so bad, that he was tempted to jump off the table onto his neck. but then his wife would probably whip him so he couldn't do that. 

he got out his playdough and started making some certain sculptures, or certain things... he made the world biggest peeny weeny has ever seen. he was so happy, he started clapping and jumping, his vagina started clapping along, but then... dusty wind erupted from every surface in the wiffy room, the disturbing vaginal claps forced the playdough penis to explode. Ben sat down in defeat.

"sigh. I'll never get a real penis?" he said strangely as if it was a question, an answer, and an accusation at the same time.

then he thought of an idea!!! 

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