”I-I like hands…”

She muttered to herself, sounding borderline preverse

”H-Hand’s can’t call me names….”*

She pinned a severed hand to a corkboard, intricately posing it. She found the knuckles and length of the fingers, color, and softness the most attractive

”L-Like the kids at school…”

She sighed, remembering the names they’d call her…. “Pancakes” about her flat chest, “Femcel” about the posts she’d make online, “Arms” about the arm protruding out of the side of her head

”I’ll post about this on Reddit later…”