Mod L tripped along booty. He was on his way to meet his lover, Mod F, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a booty hopping along, carrying a booty in its mouth. Mod L was almost booty when he came across a booty cake, lying alone on a booty plate. "That must be a treat from my booty bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked booty, so he ate it.

It gave him the most booty tingling sensation in his booty. “How unusual!” he said and continued tripping to see Mod F. When Mod F came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over. “What is it?” Mod L cried booty. “Your booty! And your booty!” Mod F said. “They’re booty! Can’t you feel it?”

Mod L felt his booty and his booty. They were indeed quite booty. “Oh, no!” Mod L said. “I’m a woman!” He, or rather, she started to cry. “It must have been that booty cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?” “I didn’t leave you any cake,” Mod F said. “I got you a booty. It must have been that booty man who lives nearby. He acts a little booty, ever since he booty a booty.” “But how can you ever love me, now that I’m a woman?” Mod L sobbed.

“But how can you ever love me, now that I’m a woman?” Mod L sobbed. “Well, I never knew how to tell you this,” Mod F said booty, “but I actually prefer women. And I think your booty is really booty like that.” “Really?” Mod L dried her tears. Mod L kissed Mod F and it was an entirely booty sensation, Booty booty booty booty rockin’ Everywhere

They spent the night having entirely booty sex, until the cake wore off suddenly. Everything was rather awkward after that.

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I- I dont know how to respond to this.

6/10, needs more booty

-Mod F

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The funny part is that I don’t like booty.

-Mod L