Starfire reached into her desk and opened the pill bottle. Again she had to wonder how it came to this. Well, she knew how it came to this...so it was more like she had to wonder WHY it came to this. It all stemmed from repression. Humans had so many taboos. Don't leave your room naked. Don't take your top off just because food went down your shirt and you can't get it. Don't tell your friends how your new razor was able to get rid of her pubes without so much as a hint of stuble. Never lick spilled mustard off the cleavage of your friend if it falls off her hotdog...
Such things made no sense to Starfire. But she was a "guest" on this planet and had to abide by the rules. So she went along with it. Tossing the two pills into her mouth, she swallowed them, shaking her head. The rest of the problem came from Mad Mod and his damn hypno screens. He had taken over the BBC broadcasts and Starfire had been unfortunate enough to get caught when the screen appeared on the television. It was brief and she was quickly snapped out of it...but that's when the voices started. And it only got worse from there.
Since then, Starfire suffered from MPD. Multiple Personality Disorder. The pills she took subdued them. She had never full succumbed to her disorder...but the idea of it scared her. She didn't want to be someone other then herself. So she kept taking the pills...but never went for therapy. How could she tell anyone these things? She didn't realize that the pills only suppressed the other personality. Therapy ultimately got rid of it. The more she took the pills, the more her body adapted to the chemicals...and slowly the other personality...known only as Slutfuck...began to gain "strength".
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