Your pretty french tipped nails carefully uncrumple the note laying on the bed, and in big flowing glittering letters it reads:
“Good morning, gorgeous! I hope you had a good sleep, considering how wild you got at the bar last night. I swear you were hitting on every single bitch in the place!”
You recognize the handwriting, as you’ve seen it written on the door to your apartment as well as scratched all over your car. Even though you haven’t seen her for two years, it seems like your crazy ex-girlfriend hasn’t forgotten about you. You broke up with her after she punched out one of her co-workers at the salon she worked at, simply because she caught you saying hi to her.
“Considering how you just can’t leave bitches alone, I thought it might be fun to see how you like being one! Now you don’t have to stare at other women, all you have to do is look in the mirror!”
She is absolutely crazy, and it seems she’s gotten crazier since you saw her last. Your big eyelashes bat themselves up and down as you continue reading.
“Do you like your makeover? I spent a lot of time making you look pretty enough for your standards! Luckily I still have keys to the salon, as I haven’t found a brand of semi-permanent makeup that works as well as the stuff they have there. Your pretty makeup won’t start to fade for at least three months!”
Your eyes go wide as you start mashing a big pink fur cuff against the side of your face. Nothing comes off at all, not a single pink fleck of glitter.
“The hat and the hair, those MIGHT not stay on as long as the makeup will. The glue I used to secure it on top of your new pink extensions will likely break down after only two months. Oh well, maybe if you’re lucky I’ll pay you a visit and give you a free reapplication! And the DRESS and BOOTS, well... let’s just say I have a friend who is very handy with industrial grade fabrics and adhesives!”
You begin to breathe heavier, your body constricted by the tight pink furry nightmare you’ve found yourself in. You stumble a bit in your heeled boots, which prompts a quick bit of jiggling and swishing from your outfit.
“Enjoy your new look, bitch! And if I ever catch you talking to another woman again, I’ll be sure to tattoo your makeup on next time!”
The note drops to the floor as you frantically yank and tear at the dress, finding it impossible to move it an inch from your body or pop a stitch at all. The hat clings painfully to your scalp as you rip and pull at it, as does every part of your pink fur prison. It looks like this crazy woman finally got another bit of misplaced revenge on you.
Desperate to find a way out of this outfit, you...
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