Arthur had not led a particularly good life. He abused drugs, stole, but his worst habit may have been his womanizing. After his latest one night stand, he returned home to celebrate with a pile of cocaine. It would be his last. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a room surrounded by gorgeous women. It was like a supermodel convention or something and completely unreal. That's when he figured it out. He had done too much cocaine. He must've died; died and gone to heaven! What other possible explanation could there be for all these beautiful angels? But for some reason, he just couldn't seem to get excited. He just didn't feel that usual stiffness between his legs. He soon realized that the reason he couldn't get it up was because there was nothing to get up. He too was a beautiful woman. He was beginning to think that this wasn't heaven at all...a thought that all of the other womenizing men in the room were feeling as well.
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