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Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Two pictures, but check in the new comments section you can add pictures now so post your own stories/pictures!**THE STORIES/REQUESTS ARE IN THE COMMENTS**
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Which picture and what type of transformation. Good, bad, evil string me a line and inspire me.
ReplyDeleteBuying clothes for my son's birthday had been a lot easy lately. He'd be impressed the way I'd always pick something in style even though I was his dad and that it would fit him perfectly.
ReplyDeleteI knew he was going out the following weekend, he'd not stopped talking about it with his friends so I thought I'd buy him the whole thing; pants, shirt, trainers--the whole package.
I left him at home, and went to the Mall--straight to his favourite store, Lost Infinity. It felt a little awkward somebody my age picking through the stylish clothes, thankfully the staff where busy enough not to bother me.
With an armful of clothes I ducked into the changing rooms, locking the door I pulled off my clothes; down to my underwear. I looked in the mirror, a familiar sight--late 30s not a bad build but nowhere near my son's physique. I closed my eyes and thought of Toby at home, the new haircut he got this morning, the bright intelligent sparkle in his eyes and his mischievous smile.
I opened my eyes, and staring back from the mirror was my son. I touched my new hair, sculpting its peaks and grinned, he was such a handsome kid.
Piece by piece I tried on the various clothes I'd picked out for him; I pulled on the pants, and fixed the laces to the red trainers. Assuming my son's identity gave me an added kick, I knew what he liked as well. I pulled at the waistband wriggling it down an inch or so--it looked good on him, or me. I tried on the rest of the clothes; a black vest, and shirt--it looked great.
I was just about to take them off again when there was tap on the door, and a call from outside, "Toby, are you in there? Its Ash." My heart jumped a beat, Ash was Toby's friend. I kept quiet hoping he'd leave. "Com'n Toby, I saw you go in there."
Taking a breath I opened the door, Ash stood there a little shorter than Toby with a round face and black hair that stuck out from under a beanie. He looked me up and down, "Sweet threads, you gonna get 'em?"
"Yeah, my dad gave me some money," I lied.
"Your dad's cool, I wish he was my dad." I blushed a little inside know that Toby's friends thought I was cool. "I'm going to get some food and then go see a film--come with?"
I thought for a moment. "Give me a couple of minutes Ash," I told him and he returned to the main store. I looked at Toby's reflection. I knew the original was at home, I peered closely at my reflection; turning my head this way and that. I was a perfect copy, not even Ash could tell. I looked at my old clothes, I couldn't wear those. One by one I pulled the tabs off the new clothes, and stuffed my old ones in my bag.
Outside I handed the cashier the tabs and told them I wanted to wear them now. She looked at me bit her lip. She told me that she really wasn't meant to, I gave her Toby's best puppy dog eyes and rang up the purchase.
There was a shout, "Toby!" I looked around spotting Ash outside, and went to meet him. My heart let for the second time, outside was Ash's girlfriend Claire, and Toby's girlfriend Sarah. She immediately pulled me into a tight hug, kissing me hungrily.
"Oh Toby, I thought you had to finish your assignment for tomorrow," she told me excitedly.
"Erm, I finished it early," I stammered.
"The afternoon's going to perfect," she replied dragging me to catch up with the others.
This was not what I had in mind, I seriously could get Toby into trouble here. I just had to got with it--and wing it.
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ReplyDeleteThe two dudes kneeling down own a small escort agency. When they're bored, the possess their escort agents for fun and go messing with people in town, usually in bachelorette parties and frat parties.
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ReplyDeleteI leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on the table--life was good. My partner and I had set up an escort agency, we kept it small just the four guys--two of them were twins. "What's on the books for tonight Casey," I asked my partner.
He flipped through the diary, tracing his finger down the page. "Looks like the twins are up for a bachelorette party at 10."
"What about Kurt and Steve?" I asked.
"Steve's scheduled for a couple of kiss-a-grams, and a strip at a 21st."
What about Kurt, our country boy?" I smirked. "Have you told him to leave his baseball cap at home this time?"
Casey laughed, "Nah! I think it's glued to his head or something. Still the clients like it."
I gave Casey a sidelong look, "So you want to get it down tonight? Step into one of the guys?"
He grinned at me. "May be, you got any preferences?"
I thought for a moment. "Yeah..."
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Give me some direction people!
Missed a sentence in the cut and paste.
ReplyDeleteIn the middle, where it says "It would suck if the magic bracelet" should continue,
It would suck if the magic bracelet had been given away to someone else. He hoped Miss Pfinch had told David not to do that.
Cool story, repost it under a new thread and I'll delete the other one :)
ReplyDeleteThey stepped in as the other two guys and went to a frat party. They took the opportunity to recruit more guys in their agency.
ReplyDeleteThat's when they find a mole in their agency who is planning to overthrow the two of them and takeover...
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