Now, I am very aware that I am a doll. I am fully aware that I am produced by Mattel and put for sale to please the wants of little girls. It's a great life, you know? I get to have all of these very nice fitting outfits, nice houses, and great cars. The company has even sculpted my plastic body with some muscles, which does well with the Barbies. The sole purpose of my creation is mainly to please a younger crowd. I was made to help feed imaginations and love stories. Though those love stories are completely artificial, at least Mattel creates a countless number of amazing looking Barbies. I mean, have you seen the breasts on any of them? They're gigantic! I have never seen a human's body come close to what a Barbie's looks like. Yet, my problems start with the amount "sexual equipment" that Barbie had, and how it was not possible for me to reciprocate. Having a little girl tell Barbie that I love her, is definitely not a smooth move. I'm ready to tak...
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