This choice: Back to day one... ... but ... • Go Back...Chapter #6Back to day one... ... but ... by: LeFrenchFox   As she was unconscious, the dictaphone was taking back Angie, and all the reality, back to the day Angie had received the dictaphone, just like she recorded.
The 16 years old brunette imagining it would reset everything, included Lucy's crazy records, when she recorded :
"Let's all forget about the dictaphone and all these records! Lucy no longer notices the change made by the dictaphone. And we're now back to the day I received the dictaphone."
But little did she realized when she recorded this, that "let's all forget about the dictaphone and all these records" really just meant that : that they'll all forget about the dictaphone and the records... Not that it would made these records null and void...
Nor the fact to go back in time. What was recorded, was recorded... whatever if Angie recorded to back in time to prevent Lucy's perverse crazyness.
The smart Angie would have probably figured her mistake sooner or later but, well... didn't she recorded "let's all forget about these records" ?...
...
Will the story repeat itself with these "slight" changes ?...
* * *
Angie yawned loudly.
Laying in her bed, her eyes half-open, she sighed as the alarm clock was buzzing again and again. Gathering her will, she finally stood up and her eyes crossed the reflection in her length mirror, displaying a very small girl, in nearly all aspect, in some old blue pajamas, looking much more than 14 even if she was 16. Her face was kind of cute under her chestnut hairs, but nobody was really noticing it, especially when she had her old, thick glasses on. To tell the truth, nobody was ever noticing her, glasses or not. the girl patted her chest, not as flat as the other parts of her body, as she was still a good C-cup, but she wondered why she couldn't be just like the other girls at school as, despite her very decent breasts, she was only 5 feet tall.
But more noticeably, Angie was seen as a weirdo by nearly everybody else.
Because, not only was she very smart and nerdy (something that didn't made her particularly popular among people at school...), she was also known for being pretty pervert, even from many of the thirsty girls' and horny boys' standards, and more sex-obsessed that a girl her age should be...
She knew that her classmates were doing jokes about "Weirdo little Angie" when she wasn't around, but the worst was Vanessa, the school biggest girl, who was making the same jokes, but just in front of her. And displaying her amazing body at the same time.
"Life is so unfair !", she said while leaving her bedroom to take a shower and prepare herself, but not before going on her PC, like she did everyday, to masturbate first on photos, on the internet, of pretty and sexy naked men, for a good quarter of a hour... This time, she found some "cock expansion" morph photos of teen boys getting monster dong to masturbate on... These were pretty good fetish material!...
After cleaning herself, and dressing herself, she went back to take some baggy clothes in her closet, aside a cute T-shirt that was showing at least a bit that, despite her below average body, she had still a good C-cup pair of breasts. This was at least something!..
"The best way to hide my too average figure", she thought, before sadly adding "Even if everybody already knows about it.", cursing Life for not having make her sexier... taller or bustier or whatever... so that she could finally be noticed by boys and finally get some piece of man meat, like many lucky girls at school, that Angie envied, already did.
She then went downstairs to take her breakfast, all alone as her parents were already at work in a suburban factory, but noticed something while moving near a window.
There was something in the mailbox.
"Strange", thought Angie, as usually the delivery man wasn't working this early, as the brunette well knew... as some days, the brunette liked to check him out... Quite often, she could see, the delivery man seemed to have quite a package (forgive us the pun).
Checking her watch, and realizing that she had some time in front of her before catching her bus, she went to the mailbox and opened it to find a small package. "To the one who will find this..." she read written over it, and then looked everywhere around her, guessing that it was some kind of joke. But there was nobody around, so she shrugged and went back inside her house, running to her bedroom to open it. Tearing off the paper, she found a strange black box with no inscription. Shaking it a bit, she heard nothing, so she opened the thing and frowned.
Inside, carefully packed, was a black and silver device with a few buttons for reading, recording or erasing. And nothing else.
"Oh... At first, I thought it was a vibrator..." she giggled. "(It wouldn't have really displeased me...)" she added...
"Is that some sort of voice recorder ?" muttered Angie, still not sure about a joke, "What am I supposed to do with it ?". clicking on the play button, waiting for some kind of recorded insulting message and laughs, she was kind of confused when nothing happened. Maybe the battery is down, she thought, but checking the thing, she couldn't find any sort of battery compartment. "That's really strange", she said. She decided to try it, clicking on the record button, and said "My name is Angie" and stopped. She clicked play and she heard her own voice saying "My name is Angie".
"Ok, where's the damn battery ? Or the manual ? And why would somebody send me this ?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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