Why Do the He Then Rage?

by commentator

  

He had just come back from Vegas and was wandering the shore of his small beachfront home whe out of the corner of his eye he saw it. A flash of light on a piece of glass. He strolled over to where he saw the flash and saw a bottle nearly buried in the sand.

"Damn tourists and their littering , " he grumbled and dug the bottle out. It was old and still had a cork in it. He yanked on the cork and fell to the ground as a beautiful genie materialized before him.

"For freeing me your fondest wish shall be granted," said the genie.

"Hmmm, I'd like to have the body of the beautiful woman I saw on stage in Vegas last week. I don't know her name as I wandered into her show late by accident but she had a beautiful body and could sing too," he asked hopefully.

"Picture her in your mind and I shall give you her body as you wished. " said the genie.

He remembered how she looked up there on the stage and "poof' he was in his living room in a spangled gown and looking in the mirror saw a reflection of the girl he had imagined.

"Great," he said as he placed his hands on his new bosom and began to feel - and felt nothing.

"What!" he yelped, " these tits are nothing but silicon falsies!!"

" Guess she was flat chested"

He lifted the gown and reached between his legs and instead of the pussy he expected found a cock.

"You promised me," he raged!

A flier appeared out of the middle of nowhere and fell to the floor. He picked it up and saw a picture of the beautiful woman he thought he would become.

The flier said, "Come see Linda, The Greatest Female Impersonator in Vegas - three nights only"

  

  

  

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