Aching To Pupate
I want to be your, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. I want to be your Lola in slacks. I want to be Dolly at school. I want to be Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms I want to be your Lolita, always.

Ever since I read Lolita I’ve been fixated. I’ve always had crushes on male teachers, always fantasized about older men. I want to be someone’s babygirl. 

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