Drabble Theatre: Not Your Lip Gloss Either

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He... she?... wrapped her hands around the arm of her date as he lead her down the path through the park. Her sister had split off earlier for a little 'alone time' with her date, leaving the two of them to occupy themselves until time to go home. It was a gorgeous, cool autumn evening, and the falling leaves were entrancing to watch.

"So, ah, what you want to do?"

As she twined herself more tightly around him, loving the feeling of being a girl, she raised herself on her toes to plant her lips on his.

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