“I need your help” my best friend told me. “Sure” I said. I knew Tom wasn’t the smartest guy in school, and he was failing math. So I assumed he wanted me to help him study. “Great” he said as he handed me some kind of drink. “No need to pay me for my services with fancy drinks, I will help you. Cheers!” I jokingly said. My vision got blurred.
“I’m sorry for being a racist bitch master.” Juliet whimpered looking up at her latest client.
“Shut up bitch or you don’t get my cock.”
“Sorry master.” She sucked the tip titfucking him.
Juliet seemed perfect for her life, as if she was born to it and in a way she was.
Jonathan was a racist, swastika tattoo, constant comments and complaints about anyone not ‘white’, though his definition of white was pretty strict. At first I was meant to help him in a more traditional way, but even I got annoyed after the tattoo. The final straw was when he called me to bail him out after a fight, I won’t repeat the term he used to describe the others in the fight but it wasn’t remotely kind, and so I brought him back to him place.
“This place is a shit hole.” Were the last words he ever said.
I knew his family wanted nothing to do with him, so I could work freely, no cover up or loose ends. First I got my own fun making him a dumb little asian chick, all giggles and obedience to repay me for the bail, then I started making Juliet. The first thing I knew she’d need a big booty and a huge rake to match, then some big lips and a Mediterranean complexion, next was rewiring her brain, making her love sex and use it to make up for her racist past. Now I pimp her out to any guy she would have hated as Jonathan.
I ran into Jonathan’s room as soon as he left for his road trip. There it was, the safe! I approached the safe with caution so that I don’t move anything else in his room. I started to turn the dial: 23-11-49… Click! The safe’s lock unlatched and its door popped open a little. I knew it! Of course that wasn’t any random number on that sticky note! They were the numbers for the safe!
“It has to be there! I just need to push a little harder, go it a little deeper…”
I heard the shower turn on upstairs from the master bedroom, I leaned back against the staircase wall and sat down on the steps. I began to get lost in thought and started talking to myself…
He felt it. The last of himself slipping away. Voluntarily. Every thrust converting him into her.
I was walking on the beach when I found a sandy lamp. it looked like some old genie lamp that you saw in movies so I decided to bring it back to my beach house where I was staying with my buddy Kevin.
I set it on the counter and went back outside.
After a chemical leak in the near power plant the town was struggling with strange fogs. The authorities warned the citizens to avoid any contact with the strange anomaly until they can find a solution to get rid of it.
Brandon jumped up out of bed. Something was wrong. His room looked ….. different. He turned around and peered out the blinds of the window behind his bed to confirm his location. Yes, he was in the same house. The lawn looked the same and his neighbors’ houses were still surrounding him. But his room had changed. It looked more …. feminine.
“Ummm… like, whoa… I totally, like, think something went wrong with the… posi… positronic mecha-thingy, or something, cuz like… I totallly wasn’t supposed to end up with boobies and a missing ding-dong! Plus, I think my TARDI-… my TARTY… my TIT-IS… whatever the time machine thingy’s called, like, sent me to the wrong era! It’s like, totally broken… and I feel too dumb and horny to fix it now! I’m totally stranded! I’m, like, totally… Ooh, who’s THAT guy? He’s, like, SO hot!”