This choice: Brave the outdoors, and start walking home • Go Back...Chapter #4Brave the outdoors, and start walking home by: Tight Fit Not wanting everyone in the hotel lobby to burst into laughter at your misfortune, you decide you stand a better chance walking home by yourself. You think that maybe if you keep your head down, the big hat and thick hair will hide your face from anyone who might recognize you. Of course, there is no hiding your outfit, which is sure to get the attention of everyone who lays eyes on you.
You walk to the door and open it, the wood creaking on its hinges. The huge hat weighs heavily on your head as you peek out into the parking lot, fluffing and swaying as you turn your head to check the whole area for people. The lot is empty, so you carefully teeter out of the room on your towering heels and starts making your way home.
This part of town is very unfamiliar to you, but judging by the run down houses and boarded up stores, you know that you’re deep in the inner city. Although the streets appear to be abandoned, you have a creeping feeling of dread as your heels click loudly on the sidewalk, and the fluffy outfit swishes around your legs. Passing dark alleys makes your heart pound in fear, as you see dark menacing shadows shuffling about, coughing and grumbling to themselves.
Having no idea where you’re going, you take a turn at the next block and run right into a group of grungy and rather angry prostitutes. Although they are dressed in incredibly trashy outfits and caked with tons of bright makeup and sporting big hairdos, they pale in comparison to the glittering fluffy fashion you’re currently encased in. Their eyes open wide; some laugh, some sneer, but one seems to be incredibly upset with you.
“Whoa there, fag!” she hollers, pointing a long nail dangerously close to your face. “Who do you think you are, selling your ass on our turf? Huh?!”
You freeze, and the gravity of the situation makes itself very apparent. Instead of risking humiliation at a hotel you’ve never been to and will never go to again, you’re now facing a group of angry hookers, and a possible beating. The thought of waking up in a hospital still trapped in this getup flashes in your mind, and the hooker snaps her fingers at you.
“Hey! I’m talking to you, bitch!” she screams. The other girls’ eyes light up, knowing that they might have a chance to beat someone senseless tonight.
“Settle down Yolanda!” one of the girls laughs. “If this furry bitch wants to work our corner, then why don’t we let him? It’s not like he’ll be taking any of our clients away anyway!”
Another girls laughed. “Yeah! Of course, he’ll have to pay for the privilege of using this prime real estate. Two hundred, cash. Now.”
You panic. “I don’t have any money!” you cry out. “I got pranked by some friends and...”
One of the girls slaps you across the face. “We don’t care about your life story! If you don’t got the cash, then you need to earn it before morning comes!”
The girls grab you and drag you to the corner. They crowd around you and laugh, waving to a car driving by. The passenger looks at you, his eyes open wide, and you see him break into a laugh as it speeds by.
“Stay here, bitch! Look pretty and wave, someone is bound to find... whatever you are... worth screwing.”
The girls move away from you, laughing as you quiver in fear. You see headlights coming down the road a few blocks away. You’re not sure if letting the girls force you into prostitution is the best choice in the world right now.
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