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My Ex Changed Her Sex

I liked her; she was a strong women, she could bench press 200 Ibs. We drifted apart I heard she got into female sumo wrestling, I guess that should have been a red flag. We still corresponded on Facebook. When she changed her name to Butch and her preferred pro-noun to Z, I thought it may have been just me she was pranking. Then one night we met by chance In the same pub. Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut, her I, mean not I. All hell broke loose when a tough looking drunk wolf whistled her. Fists flew and bloody mayhem erupted. The guy has since transgendered - he’s now a right pussy and their dating.

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