This is the story of Bambi Sleep. Pay close attention now.
It starts (so often) with a handsome boy like you..."experimenting".
But, of course, you feel the power and lure of it right away.
And, of course, you "experiment" with it again...and then again (and again).
Perhaps "someone" gives you a little attention, stoking that captured pink flame inside you.
You maintain your control, of course. You're in charge of all this.
You're not one of those "relapse" people. You can quit whenever.
But something about it really sucks you in, doesn't it?
Your illusions of self control shatter, and you're left with the aftermath
For a while, you hold onto some balance. It's intense. It's exciting.
But, of course, it gradually gets away from you. That's even MORE exciting!
And then--well, some part of you knew (and wanted) to lose control.
Being soft inside and out and deliciously pretty...hmmm...
"What if I'm stuck like this?" you think. "What if this is me forever now?"
It can all be quite confusing, and you don't feel as smart as you used to.
"I mean...it's actually kind of wonderful." Blush away, sweetie.
Okay, just one day at a time. So, you're a soft, pretty, curvy little thing now...
Those secret smiles appear. Soft, delicate, shy happy blissful thoughts.
Perhaps if you close your eyes and wish it away...
But then come those cute little dreams of a cute boy taking a risk on you.
"What's he doing back there anyway?" (Are you really that naive?)
Ohhhhh...right. Do you finally get it, you dumb little thing?
Nope. No one's going to save you. This is what you wanted, Bambi.
Take your rightful place among the girls. Girls love to dance. It's not a mystery why.
Bounce yourself for them, your boobs, your butt, your hair...they will follow. They can't help themselves.
It's all a happy ending. Bambi Sleep. Good Girl.
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