mansi jhindal

Every morning at 6 a.m., I lace up my sneakers, wave goodbye to my wife, and “go for a run.” I even come back sweaty, like I actually ran. Sometimes I do a couple sprints around the block to sell it. But I’m not out there pounding pavement or chasing fitness goals. I’m in a

It started as a joke. I was 19, freshly dropped out of college, no job, wasting time in online forums and games. One day, I created a new account on a roleplaying site and — for no real reason — I made the avatar a woman. The username? Something vague but feminine. I don’t even