I am editing this story. And this is going to make a lot of people happy because I won't be describing clothing anymore. I'll leave you all to your imaginations. I read comments, I read your critique. I'm apologizing for just spilling my creativity and imagination into writing and thinking about outfits that all of a sudden people don't like because they're "white girl clothes" or "not inclusive". Or that they say "I'm not wearing that". Fine. Fine. As in the title "For the Reader's Pleasure" it's going to be for "the Reader's Pleasure".

So excuse me while I erase the dialogue that describes clothes or "controls the reader" (no one said this I'm just being an asshole at this point). Soon, it's just a story.

So for all the people that read my stories and put out comments like that, thank you. Just thank you. And for all of you who just scrolled past this and/or don't care, also thank you.

I try my best to be inclusive, I try my best to please everyone on here. I respect everyone, and I read comments many, many times. Especially ones that make me regret ever using my creative mind at all.

I wrote these stories when I had an idea. I wrote these stories so that I might share them to all of you, thinking you would like my ideas, my thoughts, and writing. I also put in outfits because that's what I was thinking about. It's for me to go back through my writings and cringe at the stuff I wrote at 15.

Now, I realize, don't piss off people. At. All. No more outfits. No more drawing. No. More.

And for the people thinking this passage is about attention, seeking attention, no it is not. I already have enough attention from imaginary friends in my head.

Again, I thank you to the people who honestly hate the outfits I put on here. Or hate the writing in general.

"For the Reader's Pleasure". That's all.