Cindy
By The Collector
Cindy places an ad in the personals

Copyright 1998 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  
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Hi!  My name is Cindy.  I don’t normally place a personal ad, but it’s so hard to find the kind of guy 
I want, this seems like a last resort.  I’m a very special girl and I’m looking for a special kind of 
guy.

I’m 19, so while I’m still very young, I’m looking for someone a little older who can teach me the 
things I don’t know and at the same time I can teach you some very special things too.  I’m 5’6” 
tall and weigh 122 pounds soaking wet!  You guys always want to know, so I’ll tell you…my 
measurements are 36C-22-35…and yes I have legs that go all the way up, especially when I’m 
wearing 4” heels!  I have strawberry blonde hair that perfectly matches my green eyes.  I’ve been 
told I’m beautiful, but you’ll have to judge that for yourself when we meet.

I’ve done some modeling, my face only though, for magazines, but I have trouble getting full 
modeling assignments since most of the agencies say I’m too muscular, but I really don’t think so.     
And I’ve been in lots of beauty contests.  I won several and there were some where the other girls 
backed out when they learned something ‘special’ about me.  They were afraid I might do 
something to them if I didn’t win, even though I’m not that kind of person.

I have a lot of hobbies, some of them a little unusual.  I like to just talk sometimes, or go out to 
dinner or maybe a walk on the beach just holding hands, and I love to cuddle.  I’m very 
affectionate, so it’s important that the guy I’m, with is the same way.  I don’t have a lot of friends, 
so it’s like you’d almost be my whole life!  I’d have more friends, but some people are a little 
intimidated by me.  I’m really a sweet person, and I don’t try to intimidate people, but it happens 
and there’s really nothing I can do to stop it.  I also like to read, and I’m a great cook, and I like to 
lift really heavy weights.  You should know that even though I’m very feminine, I’m a very strong 
girl.

Most guys want a girl that’s soft and frail so they can protect her, or at least think they can.  When 
they find out she’s a little stronger than they expected, they start backing off.  And if she’s 
stronger than they are, most don’t stick around very long.  I guess that’s why I don’t have anyone 
right now.  But I’m not just a little strong, at least that’s what people tell me.    I think what I have 
can be called super strength.  And I know this may sound like something you’ve never heard from 
a girl, and might not even believe, but I’m probably stronger than anyone you’ve ever met.  I don’t 
mean to brag, but I can do so many things that other people wouldn’t dream of, it’s the only way I 
can describe it.  But that’s not all either.

I don’t want to say this since I know some guys are going to be scared away.  I know, since I’ve 
scared away more than I can count!  When I was younger, and started looking like a woman and 
not a girl, I started noticing other changes in me as well.  I was getting ready for bed one evening, 
brushing my hair, and I noticed something unusual.  Every time I stroked my hair, the sleeve of 
my pajama top seemed to swell a little.  I hadn’t noticed this before, so I rolled up my sleeve, and 
my arm didn’t look any different than it always did.  But not for long.

I held my arm out straight and made a fist and started bending my arm and my bicep started 
growing.  I never felt so sexy as when I saw how big my bicep was!  And I felt unbelievably 
strong.  I was so young and my biceps were bigger than a lot of bigger guys!  I knew I was strong, 
and now I even looked strong.  As I got older and my body grew out, so did my muscles, 
especially my biceps.  I became so obsessed with watching them grow that I used to flex in front 
of the mirror each night just to see how big they’d gotten and how strong I looked..  (I still do…I 
hope you don’t find that too kinky!)  I won’t tell you how big they are.  If you’re the right guy, you’ll 
want to measure them yourself!

I always knew I was stronger than other people, but I just didn’t realize how much until I was in 
my teens.

When I was growing up, my parents wouldn’t let me play with other kids, as they were afraid of 
me getting hurt.  I found out later that they were afraid of me hurting someone.  As it turned out, I 
did hurt someone, but not on purpose.  My brother and his friends were playing football in our 
back yard.  I wanted to play, but of course, girls can’t play football.  Just to prove a point, my 
brother was running with the ball coming up the yard.  I went out and stood in front of him, waiting 
for him.  He thought he was going to run over me, but I stood in front of him watching him come at 
me, then I started running towards him.  I weighed only 90 pounds at the time, and he was almost 
six foot and almost 180 pounds.  Well, we hit, and to this day he doesn’t remember anything.  But 
the guys that were there said when I hit him, his body bent in half and the force of my little body 
carried him back over 10 feet and he landed on his back.  He was unconscious for a while, and it 
really scared me until he woke up.  Well, I didn’t play any more football after that.  First it was 
because I was a girl.  Now they said it was because of my strength.

A few years later, my brother was in the basement lifting weights.  He was on his college football 
team, so he did it all the time to build up strength.  And I always thought he was pretty strong 
since he could do a bench press of almost 300 pounds.  Anyway, I asked him if I could try it, and 
he basically told me to go away.  Well, I wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so when he was 
lifting the bar, I went to the bench, stood over him and plucked it out of his hands!  He got up so 
fast and then just stood there looking at me, holding the bar in one hand, and I stared at him, 
daring him to take it from me.  Wanting to teach him a lesson, I let the weights roll off the bar, 
then I took it in my hands and started bending it!  I couldn’t believe I could do it, but it was so 
easy, I tied it into a knot.  One of my brother’s friends was there too and the funniest thing 
happened.  As soon as I started bending the bar, my arms started growing again, I looked him in 
the eyes and smiled at him, and for some reason, his face got really flush, he started breathing 
heavy, then he crossed his legs and ran upstairs.  Until that happened, I think he wanted to ask 
me out, but he never did.  Anyway, Mom made me fix it back for him.

I think you get the idea by now.  But I’ve done lots of other things that amaze people.  They look 
at me and can’t believe a girl that looks so feminine and attractive can possibly have the strength 
I have and how big my pretty muscles are.

But if there’s a guy out there…somewhere…that doesn’t mind being with a beautiful girl, who’s 
both incredibly strong and more than a little muscular, and is willing to take a chance, please write 
back.  There’s one more thing though.  

I love getting dressed up in my sexiest dress and showing off.  If you’re that special guy, you have 
to love watching me flexing my muscles and constantly remind me of how strong and beautiful I 
am and how much my strength turns you on.  No guy’s ever done that for me and I know it’d 
make me feel so sexy!


Love and kisses,

Cindy