She's just an object, lifeless and empty. She's a taboo subject, hiding from society, under the sheets in an empty room. She can't be welcomed or accepted into the real world... She is a mask, she is my secret identity, my hidden character.
She is my silicone armor, protecting me, releasing me from pressures of the real life, transforming into a completely different person, a different side of me, my feminie side. She is my little secret, she isn't just a mask, she is me.
But things has changed, rules also. I support my character as a high level of realism that, now, I can go out to show her to the rest fo the world. I am working on cosplay that she could wear in cons.
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