You stand there stiffly, gazing ahead as Jennifer circles you like a shark. You're in a trance from the wig, and can't react to what's happening around you. Jennifer notices this, and says "You're able to talk with the wig on."
Instantly the fog lifts, and you remember what's happening. You can feel the shit in your pants, and you squirm as you desperately try to reason with Jennifer.
"Please, Jen! This is insane! Let me go!"
"You talk like a redneck. A real stupid hick," Jen says with a smirk, while Alex laughs.
"Now ah knows that what ah done did to yuh was wrong'n all, but yew can't do this tuh me!" you say, internally cringing at how stupid you sound with a southern accent. Jen just cracks up laughing, along with Alex.
"C'mon now guys, at least gimme a new pair o' pants! Ah done crapped mah pants, fer God's sake!"
Jen wipes a tear from her eye, and says "Fine, you can borrow Alex's pants. If you accept a trade, of course."
"Wut kinda trade?" you ask.
"I won't tell you."
You groan. "Ah'll do anythin' tuh get outta mah own crapped pants. Fine, ah accept."
"Great. When I remove the wig, you'll go take a shower and put on the pants Alex gives you. Nothing else." She lifts the wig off your head, and you do as she told. You desperately want to run out the front door, but you're body's on autopilot. Eventually, you finish your shower and put on Alex's pants. They don't fit quite right, but you're grateful that they're clean. You stand in the bathroom waiting, unable to do anything else. Jen comes back and puts the wig on your head again.
"Now, you still need to honor our trade. Are you ready?" she asks.
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