This choice: Hang up on the caller and phone a friend • Go Back...Chapter #5Hang up on the caller and phone a friend by: Tight Fit   You have a feeling that the person calling is whoever is responsible for dressing you like this, and you'd rather not listen to their taunting insults and laughter. Hanging up on them, you try your best to type in your friend's number, which is rather difficult given your long sparkling nails, and the big squishy volume of your fur cuffs. Eventually, after many mistakes, you manage to enter the number successfully and begin the call.
"Hello?" your friend says. You have to squish the phone hard against the wall of fur and hair on the side of your head in order to hear him.
"Dude, it's me! I need your help!" you say, trying your hardest to avoid looking at your outfit any more than you have to. The big fur collar and hat still frame your vision with sparkling fur, no matter how much you try to squish them out of the way.
Your friend laughs. "Oh, hey man! Sounds like you've woken up!" Your blood runs cold for a moment. Is he the one who...
"Dude, you're famous! Everyone on Facebook is sharing your pics. What the hell are you wearing? You look like a gay pink poodle!"
You knit your thin, drawn on eyebrows in frustration. "Who's sharing them? Who posted them?!"
"I dunno man, some new Facebook group called 'Pink Pretty Poodle Club'. Did... did you start this thing?"
"NO!" you yell, nearly dropping the phone with your quivering hands. "You... you need to report that thing, get it taken down!"
You hear your friend laughing. "Yeah, I dunno if that's going to do any good. These pics are spreading all over everyone's profiles. Everyone who knows you, knows about this. How did you wind up like..."
The phone suddenly cuts out, the battery has died. You throw it against the wall and watch it shatter into a hundred pieces. You give a few frustrated tugs at the outfit again, before reassessing your options. Several minutes pass, until someone begins banging loudly at the door.
"Security, open up!" A loud voice booms from the hallway.
"What?!" you yell back. "Everything is fine in here! Go away!"
"We've received a complaint about solicitation of prostitution in this room. Some escort wearing a pink fur coat was seen entering this room. We're coming in!"
You hear the sounds of keys jingling, and know that you're about to be hauled away by security, unless you think of something quick!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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