Abby Shapiro was standing in front of one of the mirrors inside a USC unisex bathroom. “The leftists did this,” she thought to herself, annoyed at the idea of sharing a public bathroom with men. Each and every day these progressives kept redefining what was consider normal, pushing the boundaries of gender in many different ways.
She had decided to tag along for one of her brother Ben’s public speaking events, where he would often debate and embarrass unprepared liberal university students for the amusement of his conservative fan base.
The door opened, and a blue-haired bespectacled girl entered. Abby had seen her before, she was a liberal arts major who had been one of the opposition panelists during her brother’s event. Abby had not really been paying attention to what the mousy girl had been saying, but she remember something about “cultural and physical standards of gender” being “oppressive” to which her brother had made some hilarious retort that made everyone clap, and now the girl looked visibly upset.
The tall Ashkenazi beauty beauty gave the girl a polite smile. "Hello," she said in her melodic opera-singing voice. "Cindy, right?"
The blue-haired girl glared daggers back at her. "Yes, and you're Abigail Shapiro. You and your brother are both bigots," she spat angrily.
Abby let out a small chuckle, causing her large Khazar milkers to jiggle inside her dress. "My brother is not a bigot, why do you say that?"
"Well, let's see-" Cindy began, rolling her eyes. "He's an islamophobe, and he 's a racist who extrapolates hood and gang culture in the African American community without considering socio-economic factors. He's a transphobe who believes transgender people are mentally ill. He believes in conserving restrictive, oppressive, patriarchal power structures, and he supported Donald Trump!"
Abby smiled sweetly, listening patiently for Cindy's rant to end. "That's a very convincing argument," she said, moving closer the shorter girl. "But I think I have a better one." She slowly lifted her skirt up.
Cindy gasped loudly. What spilled out of Ms. Shapiro's lacy lingerie was nothing short of massive, frighteningly so in fact. Not only the size of the shaft and the already eagerly drooling tip, but what hung below was even more impressive. Her swollen girl-balls were the size of tangerines.
Abby pushed the blue-haired girl to her knees and gave her cheek a slap with her fat girl-cock, smearing precum all over her pale skin. "Time for a lesson in gender studies," She purred.