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Stairs in Heels

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"Nah, you think this is funny?" Damarri huffed, glaring at his girlfriend Rachel with as much disdain as he could muster through the heavy makeup he was wearing. He was already infuriated that he had to climb 11 flights of stairs in a waist trainer and heels, but his girlfriend's giggling the whole way up only made his blood boil even more. The drama began earlier in the day at Rachel's mom's house while preparing for a baby shower. As Rachel and her mom put the finishing touches on their makeup, Rachel's phone rang. "Babe, can you pick that up for me? It's probably Britt asking where we are; tell her like 5 more minutes," Rachel shouted to Damarri without taking her eyes off her own reflection. Damarri searched for the phone; he found it and answered. It was a short call, Damarri figured that Brittany was expecting Rachel. "Power went out at her apartment building, she just wants us to bring some extra ice." "Ain't that some nonsense? She's what, 20th floor?" Rachel's mom shouted from the other room. Rachel just rolled her eyes. Over the next few minutes, Damarri swore he smelled chemicals coming from somewhere in the house. He didn't make much of it, but as the trio walked out the door, the smell became overpowering, and suddenly he fainted. When Damarri awoke, the first thing he felt was how heavy his eyelids were. When he fluttered them open, he saw the familiar face of his girlfriend and another familiar face, his own. Over the course of the car ride to the baby shower, both women tried to convince Damarri that they had nothing to do with this, but Damarri was having none of it. When the car screeched to a halt, Rachel's mom practically sprang out of the car in Damarri's youthful body. She was already opening the trunk to pull the ice out before Damarri could get both heels on the ground. He waddled away from the car on unsteady legs and looked up at the enormous apartment highrise in front of him. "Don't rush it. I don't need you all sweaty in my nice wig," Rachel's mom said sternly to him before walking into the building with a bag of ice on each shoulder.

“Nah, you think this is funny?” Damarri huffed, glaring at his girlfriend Rachel with as much disdain as he could muster through the heavy makeup he was wearing. He was already infuriated that he had to climb 11 flights of stairs in a waist trainer and heels, but his girlfriend’s giggling the whole way up … Read more

Savvy Europe Trip

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“Dude, these eye lashes are heavy and I think I got some water in my eye when I fell in.” Tyrese compained.

His partner in crime, Julio, rolled his eyes from behind the lens “Yeah that’s why I told you not to fall in, we paid to do your hair and makeup and now you messed it all up with the saltwater.”

“…And my hair is all wet and sticking to my back, I swear imma fall in again cause I can’t keep my balance. These things are dragging me down or something.” Tyrese continued complaining over the sound of the waves in his shrill voice.

The men walking down the beach with their girlfriends and wives were in awe of the divine beauty with a sloppy Brooklyn accent on the French beach posing awkwardely. Tyrese didn’t even notice the men ogling him, he was too wrapped up in his own discomfort to care.

“We’re not going to make our expenses back if you don’t give me something my guy” Julio shouted as he kept snapping.’

Julio and Tyrese were saavy enough to only book one ticket to Europe, instead choosing to possess a body at the airport to get their other ticket. They chose a body they knew they could get pictures with. If all goes right they could sell their pictures and get a free trip to Europe.

Julio and Tyrese were not saavy enough to see the holes in this plan.

Leech Feet

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My girlfriend was always skiddish but this was taking it way too far. She was always into the next skincare fad or diet trand. As a witch she had a wide variety of tools available to her but her favorite tool was making me do something in her place. “Babe I could get the cuuuutest … Read more

Recruiting the Field

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Jacob, an army recruiter struggling to meet his quota, met with his commanding officer, Matt, after another unsuccessful day at work. “Hey man, I get it. You’re in a tough area to draw young guys but we do have certain measures that can help you hit your target,” Matt encouraged. “Yeah, I’ve tried all the … Read more