Norman tripped along roughly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Dom, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a doorknob in its mouth.
Norman was almost on a pillowcase when he came across a simple cake, lying alone on a steamy plate. "That must be a treat from my gorgeous bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The caked looked tiny, so he ate it.
It gave him the most fluffy tingling sensation in his leg. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Dom.
When Dom came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Norman cried breathlessly.
"Your finger! And your wrist!" Dom said. "They're gargantuan! Can't you feel it?"
Norman felt his finger and his wrist. They were indeed quite gargantuan. "Oh, no!" Norman said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that simple cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Dom said. "I got you a spatula. It must have been that itchy man who lives nearby. He acts a little patiently, ever since he humped a hobbit."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Norman sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Dom said silkily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your finger is really red like that."
"Really?" Norman dried her tears. Norman kissed Dom and it was an entirely outstanding sensation, like the trees that grump and growl angrily in Fanghorn Forest and scare innocent hobbits.
They spent the night having entirely outstanding sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
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Norman tripped along roughly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Dom, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a doorknob in its mouth.
Norman was almost on a pillowcase when he came across a simple cake, lying alone on a steamy plate. "That must be a treat from my gorgeous bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The caked looked tiny, so he ate it.
It gave him the most fluffy tingling sensation in his leg. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Dom.
When Dom came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Norman cried breathlessly.
"Your finger! And your wrist!" Dom said. "They're gargantuan! Can't you feel it?"
Norman felt his finger and his wrist. They were indeed quite gargantuan. "Oh, no!" Norman said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that simple cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Dom said. "I got you a spatula. It must have been that itchy man who lives nearby. He acts a little patiently, ever since he humped a hobbit."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Norman sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Dom said silkily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your finger is really red like that."
"Really?" Norman dried her tears. Norman kissed Dom and it was an entirely outstanding sensation, like the trees that grump and growl angrily in Fanghorn Forest and scare innocent hobbits.
They spent the night having entirely outstanding sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.