sighing in my head, I can only sit there as you hold me, crying against my stuffed body. Again… being a stuffie I can’t do anything but BE… a minute or two later you get up to go to the bathroom, and I make a wish.

thinking to myself I wish ‘how I wish I could comfort her… make me a real boy… a real man… to hold her, tell her that she’s loved…’ waiting a moment, I sighed in my head again ‘Nothing again…’ I thought, then a warm sensation in my plush body, starts to pull me apart??