Mail-order bride

“Ok, listen to this,” said Doe. “What’s the quickest and most effective way to get you in contact with a rich guy looking for a wife?”

“A dating app?”

“WRONG! We make you, a mail-order bride!”

“Don’t I need to be from another country for that? And also, you know, a virgin?”

“Let me tell you a little secret Alyson, one that only us women seem to know. Their is absolutely no difference between a virgin and a whore. And there is also no way to tell them apart.”

“But, what about my cherry?”

“Your hymen? You still have it. It’s just that little flap of skin surrounding your vagina opening. Your urethra, the thing you pee from, is on it. Trust me, you can easily pass for a virgin.”

You did remember seeing something that matched Doe’s description when you examined yourself in the bathroom mirror. And who were you to question Doe anyways? She had been a woman for far longer than you had.

“As for being from another country,” said Doe, “while that certainly may be the most common case, there are probably plenty mail-order brides married domestically. I mean, the only real qualifications you need are a hot bod and a willingness to get married to a guy you’ve never met.”

“Well… if you think it’s my best shot…”

“Perfect! Now, let’s get started right away!”