Kelly was sick of Tinder.

Guy whose pictures were all him with giant fish. Swipe left. A couple’s profile “looking for a third for a fun night”. Swipe left. Ooh, super-hot girl – wait, never mind, just an ad for an OnlyFans. Swipe left. A message literally just reading “nudes”. Fuck! Kelly let out an angry sigh, and tossed her phone onto her fluffy white rug. How could there be nobody at all?

She glared at herself in the mirror. Full, pink lips, long eyelashes, soft blonde hair that smelled like coconut. Bouncy, curvy butt from Pilates four times a week. Great-looking abs. DD cups from her 24th-birthday implants that she’d saved up for for over a year. She was the total package, and she looked amazing tonight, and that made it hurt even more when she remembered how long she had been single.

She rolled over on her pink futon and checked her own profile.

She didn’t look fat in her pictures, so that wasn’t the problem. Maybe there was something in the settings that was wrong? Profile, ages, genders...

Kelly pursed her lips in thought. “Men” and “Women” were already selected. But maybe she could be more open-minded. She had never even thought of dating a tiny. Like, you’d need a bunch of expensive sex toys just to get started, right? Super weird. 

But if she was going to find love, she shouldn’t be too picky up front. Kelly nodded to herself, and toggled “Tiny Men” and “Tiny Women” on. Suddenly, there were a handful of new people in her area. Awesome!

She started going through them. Decent-looking guy – oh, tiny4tiny, whatever. Left. Ad for TinyFans, seriously? Left. God, this app was just one big joke.

Oh, wait. This one was actually really cute! This could be fun! Kelly smiled, and superliked a profile.

In your pocket, your phone buzzed with a notification.

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