Cindy has chosen to show off her Victorian Steampunk regalia today. Definitely a girl of the old school, she deems shopping to be a formal occasion, even a trip to Wal-Mart.
Now, presenting this way at Wal-Mart might once have been quite a risky thing to do, especially in this (red) neck of the woods, but lately she has been standing out less and less. Long-term unemployment, crystal meth, opioids, and repressed sexuality have borne a flock of bizarre customers the likes of which SHE'S never seen. She figures the poor GREETERS here have seen weirder specimens than any of the bouncers at the old clubs in the Castro she frequented back in the day. HER outfits only stand out for being tasteful and coordinated.
As if on cue, to prove her musings accurate, there comes a couple of guffawing galoots from the local chapter of Trannies for Trump: Little Girl Division.
"...and ANOTHER thing, Molly! I like his stand on PRIVATE PROPERTY!"
"F___ing A, Suzie! You can have my little white PURSE when you pry my cold, dead, pink fingernails AWAY from it!"
"And don't get me STARTED on my matching TEA SET! BOO-YAHHH!"
"Hey, Bro, you kicked ASS on the COURT, yesterday!"
"True DAT, Dude! Makes me wonder why HOPSCOTCH isn't an OLYMPIC SPORT!"
"Well, they started a PETITION DRIVE, but too many signatures got THROWN OUT for having the 'I's' dotted with little HEARTS."
"Whoops, Suzie. Your BOW is crooked in the back, Dude. Here, I'll fix it..."
"THANKS, Bro! The WIFE was supposed to fix that before I left the HOUSE!"
""Well, SLAP HER AROUND a little when you get home! A guy's gotta show who the MAN is sometimes, Dude!"
"Hey, BRO... check out the FAT SOW!"
"GEEZ, Molly... makes me SICK the type of PERVERTS they let in here now! I'm about ready to SKIP over there and HIT her with my DOLLY!"
"What do you MEAN, YOUR Dolly!? Belinda's MY DOLLY, Dude!"
"Nah-AAAHHH! She's MINE! GIVE it, F___wad!"
"Let GO! MINE! MINE! MINE! SHREEEEEK!" (Doll rips in half.)
"NOW look what you did, Dude! WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"*SNIFF* •SOB* It's YOUR fault, A__HOLE! WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Geez, thinks Cindy. If Trump loses, what a tantrum THEY'LL throw! Lying back on the floor, kicking, screaming, crying NO FAIR!
Pretty much like the rest of his followers.
Now, presenting this way at Wal-Mart might once have been quite a risky thing to do, especially in this (red) neck of the woods, but lately she has been standing out less and less. Long-term unemployment, crystal meth, opioids, and repressed sexuality have borne a flock of bizarre customers the likes of which SHE'S never seen. She figures the poor GREETERS here have seen weirder specimens than any of the bouncers at the old clubs in the Castro she frequented back in the day. HER outfits only stand out for being tasteful and coordinated.
As if on cue, to prove her musings accurate, there comes a couple of guffawing galoots from the local chapter of Trannies for Trump: Little Girl Division.
"...and ANOTHER thing, Molly! I like his stand on PRIVATE PROPERTY!"
"F___ing A, Suzie! You can have my little white PURSE when you pry my cold, dead, pink fingernails AWAY from it!"
"And don't get me STARTED on my matching TEA SET! BOO-YAHHH!"
"Hey, Bro, you kicked ASS on the COURT, yesterday!"
"True DAT, Dude! Makes me wonder why HOPSCOTCH isn't an OLYMPIC SPORT!"
"Well, they started a PETITION DRIVE, but too many signatures got THROWN OUT for having the 'I's' dotted with little HEARTS."
"Whoops, Suzie. Your BOW is crooked in the back, Dude. Here, I'll fix it..."
"THANKS, Bro! The WIFE was supposed to fix that before I left the HOUSE!"
""Well, SLAP HER AROUND a little when you get home! A guy's gotta show who the MAN is sometimes, Dude!"
"Hey, BRO... check out the FAT SOW!"
"GEEZ, Molly... makes me SICK the type of PERVERTS they let in here now! I'm about ready to SKIP over there and HIT her with my DOLLY!"
"What do you MEAN, YOUR Dolly!? Belinda's MY DOLLY, Dude!"
"Nah-AAAHHH! She's MINE! GIVE it, F___wad!"
"Let GO! MINE! MINE! MINE! SHREEEEEK!" (Doll rips in half.)
"NOW look what you did, Dude! WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"*SNIFF* •SOB* It's YOUR fault, A__HOLE! WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Geez, thinks Cindy. If Trump loses, what a tantrum THEY'LL throw! Lying back on the floor, kicking, screaming, crying NO FAIR!
Pretty much like the rest of his followers.
Category Artwork (Digital) / TF / TG
Species Pig / Swine
Size 1080 x 932px
File Size 915 kB
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Nothing is real, ESPECIALLY Wal-Mart, but this apparently REALLY happened there, and inspired this photomanip of mine:
https://www.peopleofwalmart.com/adult-dress-up/
https://www.peopleofwalmart.com/adult-dress-up/
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