I made her little stripper bikini out of the dress she came in (badly, oh god, anyone who sews doll clothes is so strong and brave and talented). Also gave her a tramp stamp that you dont even really see in the final image because i thought it was funny.
![A drawing of me standing outside with a man hugging me and kissing my neck. Caption: I work as a flower delivery driver and about a year ago I brought an arrangement to a house in [city redacted] and there was a man at home alone and he asked me to come inside and leave the flowers on the table, they were for his mother. When we got back outside he asked me to wait because he wanted to give me a tip. I thought about just leaving but didn’t. He brought out two dollars, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my neck. It was wet and soft. I know it could have been so much worse — I had just been inside his house — but it was an unpleasant reminder of what my body means in the world, what people might assume and want when they see me. I say I use she/her in the way a car or a boat does, and I’m trying to be funny but I also kind of mean a solidarity with these pretty, desirable, genderless objects who have no say in how they’re percieved. I don’t know. At least I get to be the one to tell you this story.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:gbqcu2vqitvku3cri6rim74x/bafkreidx7tqu2eq4twq5u5qjr3j2fmb2jdlnj3vdidrjmwug7ucwwt43b4)
