Wallace

Cry Wolf.

I'm a male wolf in women's clothing.

My family pack to me show embarrassment and loathing.

I can't help it, it's the way i am.

I have told my pack to call me pam.

But all they do is laugh and growl.

They don't bring me with them when they're on a hunting prowl.

I feel that i should run away.

For i know a transvestite i will always stay.

But where does a women clothes dressing wolf go.

Anybody out there know if there is an animal womens clothes dressing fashion show.

I am up to date with all the fashion.

For women's clothes i have a feminine passion.

Comments1

  • Shadowbox15

    I’m sorry, but what are you trying to get across? I don’t understand.

    • Wallace

      Hello, it is meant to be a fun write. Doesn't mean anything, it just nonsense.
      Sorry it did not make you laugh. Have a nice day.

      • Shadowbox15

        You too.



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