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...so I modified my Tits, which had previously been stitched into one fairly odiferous black babydoll tshirt, to be outfit independent. I added a strap across the back, and long vecro patches to allow adjustable tension. I headed out bustily to Elysium heaving under my Valejo babydoll.

By the time I got there, I had double-pronged beer belly.

Oops.

I should have stitched just one stitch above each side to resist the inevitable pull of gravity. I used to keep a small sewing kit in my car, but not now!

Shit.

However, the Darker Fates, who presumeably like to watch me crawl around on the floor to Closer better when my gender is more fluidly defined, saw fit to intervene. Just before I got to Elysium, I found a spent guitar bass string sparkling on the spotless sidewalk along Red River. I measured the length, tied each end to the top of each steamer, ran the cord behind my neck, and now my cleavage is defying gravity nicely, thank you very much.

There's only one way to show my gratitude.

Hey Mr DJ!