“Fine, I’ll prove it!” You retort, placing the wig on your head.
Alex snorts, folding his arms. “So what? You’re wearing a pink wig.”
Jennifer giggles, rolling her eyes. “C’mon. Like, if we tell you to crap yourself, you aren’t going to. Go on. Crap yourself.”
Your eyes widen as, suddenly, your bowels unload their contents. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Alex and Jennifer stare at you with even wider eyes. There was no way you’d be that dedicated to the act, or able to predict that’s what Jennifer would say.
Frantically, you go to take the wig off, only for Jennifer to say, “Stop! Do not move or say anything till we tell you to.”
Now you’re standing frozen in front of them, horrified at what you’ve gotten yourself into. They grab your hands, dragging you inside and shutting the door behind them before pulling you up to Jennifer’s room.
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