My plans are proceeding as expected. I am a kawaii e-girl that all the guys are trying to court with their e-messaging, e-motes, and e-donations. They know so much about me, they even know my metrics. I stand 5’7, 4’2 sitting. B.5 cup breasts. C cup on a humid day. My avatar is a brunette with shoulder length hair and thick, black-framed glasses. One boy even traced my thighs. My thighs! He even got the impressions of my toes correct, through my socks! What talent, what dedication, what a high level hentai! Hahaha! They have been thoroughly seduced, caught and tangled in my web. They are ripe for the sucking. Fhfhfhfhfh! I plan to start meeting them on a one by one basis. They will have to donate at least $1000 in order to go on a “date” with me. I will call them my Dodaters. I think I’ll make their names pink. They think they’re buying a gf with a rod, but the rod is the only part of the package that is guaranteed. I’m actually a 6’9 330lb bear of a man with a beard that the Vikings bow down to. I have hair everywhere on my body. They call me Hairy Dotter in Scandinavia due to the magic of how thick and luscious this e-girl’s natural clothing is. I get so many crumbs stuck in them they call me Pringleberry farm. I can’t wait to see the surprise on these boys’ faces. They won’t be able to back out, not after the buckets of potential failures of offspring they busted out to my voice. Oh no. They have gone way too deep. It is the point of no return. They will have to look right into my unibrowed eyes and face the truth that not only are they gay, but the gayest of the gays. I will time the dates for when the rainbows have rainbows. When I told them that I didn’t want to meet them because I was chubs, it’s actually because I was preparing for the occasion. The chubs part wasn’t completely wrong. I was definitely sporting a chub when I read the pleas for meetups. Soon. It will be soon my innocent little pretties. I just need to make sure my hair is sleek, shiny, and comfy enough for you all. I even braided my pubes and butt hair. I hope you like the taste of Head & Shoulders. I’ve been collecting my toenail clippings to create the traditional spice of my people. The only ingredient left is your tears.