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Chicken. It's what for Dinner. Or, at least that was the plan.

The house sat alone, cold quiet and dark. I saw it in the distance as the school bus churned its way down the road and deposited my 11yo self by the steps of the much nicer house next door. I barely took notice of the skies darkening with thick clouds taunting everyone else with the chance of rain. No my friends, the only thing I fixated my gaze on was the empty driveway. My parents had gone fishing. I smiled through my clenched teeth and thoughtfully patted my penis. We were about to embark on a journey together like no other.

The last day of innocence. I was an innocent boy until I walked into that kitchen and was forever changed. I promise you this. When I opened the refrigerator door to fuel up before game time I never intended my hormones to duel with my sense of logic in a quick second battle that surely resulted in the death of my common sense from that day before.

Sitting on the second shelf was was an 8lb Frank Perdue Chicken. Raw, oily and perched with its rear cavity inches from my flaccid penis. I picked it up and raised it to my chest. For a moment, only me and that chicken existed in the whole universe and I had to have her. Before I could change my mind I slammed the door shut and bolted into my bedroom and under the blankets. I dug my finger nails deep into the plastic and started tearing it open all the whilst my once flaccid tiny penis had morphed into what I believed at that moment into a rock hard three inch sword of epic proportions.

Under my bed, a jar of Vaseline was retrieved and I applied it liberally to my meat thermometer. I positioned the rear cavity of the chicken beside my pillow and aimed myself into a docking position and lowered my body almost to the point of contact. I stopped.

This wasn't right I thought. I couldn't do this. It was just so wrong and my 11yo morals forbade me. I knew what the right thing to do was. I hopped off of the bed and peaked around the corner. The coast was clear. Like a ninja I darted into my parents room and flung up the closet door and there it was. It was long, silky and green with gorgeous lace trimmings on the sleeve and collar. I pulled down my treasure from the rack and went to dress up my chicken lover. I slipped the nightgown under its thin fragile wings and smiled at my creativity. Now she wouldn't just feel like a woman, that chicken would look like one too.