She was on a train to visit her sister. Newtripolis. Her mom wasn't even rich enough to muster up the cash. But she had the savings. And she hadn't seen her sister and cousin in two years.
She was being shipped for free anyways by her agency. Nude model. To be inspected by the man himself: John Lennon. Boy was she nervous! Who wouldn't be! Perfectly bare pussy and all. It's not always what she likes, she likes it a bit trimmed, a bit bushy. Not for nude art modelling in front of the Eiffel Tower and certainly not in front of The Man. Spirits whisp through her mind, thoughts. Thoughts that she wasn't aware of, thoughts that should just be. She thinks about how Valeria almost called the police in vain. How Valeria was cuffed cursing so she couldn't. How Ivy Mae was down a friend and how Ivy Mae escaped.
How Ivy Mae is on the train of her life and Valeria is doomed to live in oppression of her skin, her gender expression.
Ivy Mae closed her eyes and was thankful for the train, wondering which adventure would come next.
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Damon's Trippy Lover
RomanceIt's the year 2038 and you are in an alternate universe. The only remaining vampires left alive are Damon Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson. You encounter other people along the way, some of them celebrities who you party with. Which man will you end up...
