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Look at you. A garbage bin. You know, when they said transformation magic could turn a person into anything, I thought for sure you'd pick something pathetic. And here we are. This is actually perfect for you. It's not even an insult, it's just the truth. You could have been anything. A pair of panties or socks for a very special girl. Her bra. Really, anything. But you wanted to be a garbage bin. And honestly? It's a good choice. It suits you. Standing there with your lid open, waiting for someone to toss their trash inside you. This is what you were meant for all along. Don't fight it. Just accept that you're finally in your proper place. And of course you're a public bin. A private one would be too good for you. You're out here for everyone to use, anytime they want. People don't even think about you, you're just part of the scenery. The best part is the dog walkers. They finish cleaning up their pet's mess, tie it off in a little bag, and then they drop it right into you. That warm, soft bag of shit plopping down inside is probably the most action you'll ever get. You're not just for regular trash. You're for the stuff no one wants to touch. The half-eaten food, the used tissues. And all those little bags of dog crap. It's what you're for. It's all you're good for now, and honestly, it's more than you deserved as a person. Just be happy you're finally serving a purpose.