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astrogirl2 says,Why do my stupid self-insertion fantasies start off as promising bits of h/c, show every sign of developing into high-quality smut, and then somehow manage to take a left turn somewhere and end up in sitcom land? I think the problem is that I'm not good at turning off my brain, and thus my MS-self is far too practical... Which is what leads to things like the Sweet Romantic Interlude morphing into the Wacky Quest for Birth Control Devices, complete with many embarrassing incidents in front of the other characters.
