Hi, my name is Jenifer, and Iím not a virgin Iíve had sex a billion times like every day. Iím a boy whoís a man. I look like an eleven year old, but actually way older ladies canít handle my sexy so I wonít disclose my age. I know you are all wondering how all this is possible, and yes your thoughts are spot on. I suffer from the Benjamin button disease. Hahaha if only it were that simple, I do not actually suffer from any ailment, but Iím not healthy probably am insane Iíve been told that I give answers then ask questions yet still nobody actually gets me, biscuits. You see Iím actually dead but alive, not a zombie those do not exist if you think you have seen one you are wrong it was probably Guy she can pull off a mean zombie and yes I did, I had sex with her just donít ask her itís a thin-skinned matter hahahaha get it thin skinned matter. Moving on you could say Iím a phantom, donít ask me why but it sounded like Star Wars, Darth Vadar, light saber, I mean ghost, ghosts are gay iron does not affect me neither does salt but boobies do, they faze me. If you ever run into me, thatís if you see a cute man child, biscuits forgot snugly fit it in there, with one misplaced eyeball kind of gouged out and I might be missing some of my brain but it does not make me any dumber than I was trust me I know this kind of stuff. Just hit me with your boobies and fellas share your girlfriends and sisters boobies with me. So a little bird actually thinks Iím a girl, can you blame me. I was just trying to get laid, plus I look like an eleven year old I could easily pass as a flat chest excuse of a girl. The dead girl, sheís a close friend of mine I might have lied to her but yeah who hasnít, and do not call her the dead girl. She came to be known as the dead girl because she entered the darkness and came back. No one enters the darkness and comes back not even a departed person unless they actually are the darkness, spooky huh. I am so making most of this up. Oh another thing dead people, we have feelings strong ones firm ones like boobies so do not call us dead we are simply the departed. We also hurt, like one time this girl she had a sixth sense we hit it up you know gave her my number got hers I was going to marry her but guess what, her stupid friends told her biscuits stale moldy biscuits, ďghosts are dead people they are gross you should hang with us plus they are not even real.Ē Did it hurt me? No, it hurt my fellow departed Iím sure calling us ghosts is a form of racism I have black friends and I never call them niggaís. It must be jealousy we are no longer in your realm, but in a kick ass after party full of weirdos and perverts. One guy I knew spent all his time watching girlsí spray I mean how low is that, I had to keep an eye on him so you know Iím aware of when he stops it. What is wrong with him agh. I totally got a full chapter and if this is a story, yes I am the villain like batman no biscuits sandman? Wait thereís a famous man who is a villain, something man why are they all called something man I mean batman, superman even ironman does it end? I am Jenifer and I am not a tranny, just a boy who got cheated out of the deal called life.