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lenores-2nd-wife · 4 months ago

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DRAMA POST!!

Only read if you want to see my side of my grooming allegations (that are false), take care of yourself.

TW: Sexual Language & Mentions of Grooming, and Death & Dox Threats (Long Post Warning)

“Hello everyone.”

Sorry I’ll be serious.

This is a response addressing a post calling me out that I have reposted on my blog. Please check theirs out for reference if you want a peek at all the lies they’re spreading about me/want the context of what I’m talking about. I want to make sure you see their (Albeit misinformed) side before you see mine to be as transparent as possible.

I honestly never thought I’d have to make one of these things but let’s get this over with.

To start off, I would like to say that this is NOT an apology as I have no one to apologize to and nothing to apologize for. This is me debunking every single lie that person put in their post. With screenshots of course.

With that being said, I’m very sorry to ABBY AND ABBY ALONE for being dragged into this and whoever made that callout is horrible for what they’ve done. (And to rnf & their mods as they seem to be the main target of that callout even though I’m the one being labeled as a groomer.)

[I will be giving the poster the benefit of the doubt as it seems they got all of their information from a separate party. I truly want to believe they just want to do the right thing and the person giving them the information is the malicious one. I understand trying to protect minors as you seem to be one as well (I was checking in on their account and their bio said 14 at one point? I don’t think it’s still there), but I promise it wouldn’t kill you to send me a DM to see if your information was correct.]

As for a warning of sorts, I will say that the messages between me and Abby were very sexual and I’m not exactly censoring myself going forward. So TW for sexual language/and mentions of grooming again. The only reason I’m not marking this post as explicit is because I want to make sure some people see it as I have literal grooming allegations against me, if it was anything less serious I would have.

Now let’s start with the elephant in the room.

ME AND ABBY ARE BOTH CONSENTING ADULTS.

She is 19-years-old, born in 2005. Refer to the screenshots above. She even sent me her ID to get into the NSFW part of my server. Meaning she is not only an adult, but came to me with full interest in talking about sexual topics. (As she is very much so allowed to do as an adult, I just want to get that out of the way before the poster possibly pulls out a “well you were probably making her uncomfortable” accusation out of their ass. If Abby was ever uncomfortable she would have told me and I would have listened. Boundaries are something I take very seriously.)

Speaking of the NSFW side of my server, the poster claims that I was saying sexual things in front of the other minors in the server when everything, and I mean everything, was in the adult section of my server that requires ID verification to get into. I’m in fact very strict with sexual content on my server and IN THE CALLOUT POST they literally show me handling a member who posted a screenshot that contained a friend of theirs saying “I want ___ to eat my ass”.

(This was an easy mistake mind you and they didn’t have sexual intentions, they were just trying to be funny and share something crazy that their friend said. This is in no way trying to call that minor in my server out, don’t try to find them and leave my server members out of this. I just want to provide context as the member had their message deleted.)

As for their claims of me being racist. I am not. Simply put, I am not, they have provided no screenshots of me saying anything racist and I will not even entertain this statement any longer as it is baseless and downright ridiculous. Don’t include claims if you don’t have evidence to back them up PLEASEE.

Also, the document at the end with all of my shittily made drabbles is VERY misleading. “Dub-Con” WHAT? I promise you that just because Annabel is tied up does not mean she is not consenting. I can maybe see how it can be taken that way but my horny brain at the time wasn’t thinking “Oh and then I’ll make it dub-con!” DO NOT PUT THAT SHIT ON ME. 😭🙏

I am genuinely between being really angry about you posting my embarrassing as hell drabbles and fucking laughing. The “TW Cheating” TAG YOU ADDED IS SENDING ME. ITS OC X CANON I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU EXPECTED, IM SORRY? I wasn’t aware that was a cancelable offense since Monty was mentioned one time I’m losing it.

Now that I have addressed all the claims they have stated. It is now time for me to prove that every single one of their screenshots involving sex and things of that nature are in fact Abby. Warning once again that these screenshots get sexual as both of us were in what we assumed was a safe space to share down bad thoughts and fantasies involving the Nevermore characters and Abby’s OCs.

I will be posting each one of their screenshots in order (I'll try as much as I can running on 2 hours of sleep anyway), and I will explain the context for them of to be as transparent as possible:

Just sexual OC x Canon shipping. You will be seeing a lot of that as we were having fun with Abby's super cool OCs and we talked about them very often.

Joking around about one of the roleplays we were doing & more context for me sharing my splatoon fic with her..

OC x Canon shipping.

Embarrassing, but talking about kinks...

OC x Canon shipping.

Jokes about how calm Ada's relationship was (With an OC!) vs Lenore x Annabel's. (Previously mentioned that Lenore was being dragged into the closet by the ankles) & More OC x Canon.

More jokes about how much we want to smash Lenore & Annabel (Sue me), and me asking sexual questions about her OC.

I’m a person that wants to enjoy Nevermore media in peace with other adults with similar interests in role playing, not a stain on the human race, the only truthful thing you said in your post about me is that I'm a bit of a freak.

I will admit, in a lot of those screenshots I was very out there and really oversexulizing the characters and I can totally see why someone could be made uncomfortable if they saw it. In fact the poster included some of the tamer messages between me and Abby. However I was doing it in a safe manner, in a place people gain access to with the intention of being sexual. So I wasn’t just shouting out every little idea I had to everyone in my server, no one was being forced to look at what I was talking about.

Unlike Crimson, who you are clearly trying to group me with, I’m a normal fucking person who happens to lust after the characters. I’ve posted smut on my Ao3 often and even advertised some of it (With the proper explicit tags) on my blog. It is no secret that I am attracted to the characters, and I honestly don’t feel like I have to repent for that.

My only bad intentions were my sexual ones with the characters who are proven to be 18+, whether you agree with the kinks shown in the screenshots or what I’m into in general does not matter (Not that any of my kinks are problematic as far as I’m aware? But I am very willing to learn if they are).

I did not deserve to be labeled a groomer.

Abby did not deserve to have her business outed to the public eye.

I hope, REALLY HOPE, that this was posted with good intentions, but seeing how it was handled and what your page is dedicated to my interests on the side seem to just be a pawn of yours to get at rnf & the mods to incriminate them for not “handling me” when there is nothing to be handled. Speaking of the mods, now I’ll most likely have to explain and let them know I'm not a pedophile. Thank you SOOO much for that btw.

Leave me, and other bystanders in the fandom minding their own business out of this.

One more thing, though more so directed to the fandom, you guys can leave my inbox now? At this point I know it's not the same person and I need you guys to calm down. I genuinely had a few people ask me if I was lying about the death threats and I cannot make this shit up.

Your desperation for more drama and what you’re willing to do to make an already bad situation worse disgusts me beyond words and I’m actually really worried about drama pages now because this is not the first time blatant and dangerous misinformation has been spread in this fandom. Of course, that’s just me being emotional and making a whole lot of assumptions about your morals, so don’t quote me on that. Besides, the post didn’t get a whole lot of attention so I’m probably REALLY overreacting.

In conclusion-

(Also as horrible as this is I find it funny that in all the screenshots I have that same Annabel Lee pfp on with the tiny bow. 😭😭)

#Nevermore Drama #grooming allegations #misinformation #i'm so tired #The Nevermore fandom is going insane #tw: suggestive #nevermore #I don't even know if I can count this as Nevermore drama..#I made sure it was easy to skip #Take care of yourselves yall!#nevermore webtoon

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prettyboyjoao · 2 years ago

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João Félix smut (18+)

The kitchen cabinet slammed shut with a loud thud. Frustrated, you blew a loose piece of hair out of your face, bringing a glass to the sink to fill with water. You sat down at the kitchen island, bringing the glass to your lips and glancing at João, who despite having a few free minutes in the morning, has been on the phone for the majority of the day.

The morning started off promising, waking up with legs intertwined and sweet kisses pressed to your neck. He had been gone for three days as a result of an away game, and both of you were eager to make up for lost time in bed. Your relationship wasn’t always entirely physical, but on those days that he was away, you craved each other. Aching and dreaming of being able to please one another again. He arrived home in the early hours of the morning, immediately climbing into bed with you and engulfing you in his arms. Too exhausted to initiate anything, he pressed kisses on your face with the promise of more tomorrow. However, that unfortunately was not the case.

Just a few minutes into your morning, you were stopped by João’s phone vibrating on the night stand. He lazily rolled off of you, checking the caller ID and groaning. “I’m sorry amor, I have to take this, it’s Jorge,” he spoke. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead and threw on a sweatshirt, hiding the body that you so desperately craved, before walking out of the room to take the call. And that was how the day went. Call after call after call. Hour after hour.

It was now late afternoon and you thought you were going to go insane if you heard his ringtone one more time. You knew it was important, discussing important details regarding his transfer, but you didn’t care anymore. What was most important to you was reconnecting with the man you loved. Too bad it was impossible at the moment.

You perked up when you you heard João say his goodbyes. He set his phone on the counter and walked over to the couch, plopping himself down with a big sigh. “If I have to take one more call, I think I’m going to throw my phone in the ocean,” he complained, dragging his hands down his face. “I second that,” you chuckled, realizing he was just as frustrated as you were. He glanced over at you with a lazy smile and patted his thighs with both hands, signaling for you to come sit. You set your glass down on the table and made your way over to him, noticing the way his eyes hungrily tracked you down. You took your place on his lap, swinging both legs on either side of him and wrapping your arms behind his neck.

João wasted no time, pressing his lips to yours in a longing kiss. You kissed him back, equally as eager to get things started. Your lips moved together in sync as you moved your hands under his sweatshirt, feeling his warm skin and muscles tensing. He moved his hands to your ass, grinding you down further into his lap. You gasped, feeling his erection press against your core through the thin barrier of your spandex shorts. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and further deepen the kiss. You couldn’t help but let out a little moan at the sensation, encouraging João to keep going. He broke the kiss and removed his hands from your ass to slip off his sweatshirt in an attempt to feel more of you. You dipped your head down into the crook of his neck, leaving sloppy kisses along his skin. Your hands were on his chest, rubbing the tan skin you missed so dearly while you continued to grind into his lap. You brought your lips to his ear, knowing it would drive him crazy, and whispered “Do I have you all to myself now, Mr. Félix?” He shuddered at the sensation of your lips against his ear and groaned. “Oh, baby I-”

He was cut off by the loud shrill of his ringtone once again. He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to snap his cellphone in half. You threw your head back in defeat, refusing to believe that this was happening again. “You have got to be kidding me right now,” you groaned. He turned his phone towards you, the name ‘Potter’ flashing across the screen. You sighed, knowing that this was an important call. “I’m so sorry amor, they need to finalize the details of my transfer. Five minutes, and I promise I’m all yours for the rest of the night,” he spoke, a sincere look on his face. You replied by nodding your head and he answered the call without making any attempt to move you. You remained on his lap and looked around in defeat, when suddenly, you had an idea.

Slowly, you moved your legs off of João and dipped your head towards his chest, placing a wet kiss on the skin. You trailed your lips down his chest and his stomach, making sure to kiss every inch of visible skin. João threaded his fingers in your hair to encourage you to keep going, too deep in conversation to verbally agree. You found yourself on your knees, crouched in between his legs. Your eyes met his and you smirked, fingers finding the waist band of his sweat shorts and tugging lightly. He looked at you with wide eyes, not expecting you to take it this far. You continued pulling down his shorts and he obliged, lifting his hips off the couch to assist you. With no intent to waste time, you grabbed his cock. He was still hard, too worked up from your interrupted make-out session. You pumped your hand up and down slowly, watching as his lips fell open in pleasure. But he quickly gained composure, responding to something his coach had said on the other end. It was then that you decided to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, completely catching him off guard. He gasped and moved the phone away from his face in order to not give himself away. You attached your lips to his tip and worked slowly, sucking, licking, and kissing the most sensitive area. You made sure not to go past the tip, wanting to tease him a little for making you wait all day to have him. He tapped the back of your head lightly, silently urging you to take all of him in your mouth. After pausing a moment, you sank your head down, swallowing him whole. He threw his head back and wrapped his fingers in your hair once again. You bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. His mouth was in the shape of an ‘O’ and he struggled to keep up with the conversation. He faked a cough, hoping to hide the sound of his shallow breaths as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. He was relieved when Potter started to wrap up the call, knowing he could give you his full attention once it was over. And boy, were you in for it. Knowing he was close, you added your hands into the mix. You used one hand to massage his balls while the other hand twisted around his cock, moving up and down with your mouth. You felt the muscles in his thighs tense as his hips attempted to buck in your mouth. His hand pushed your head down further, desperately searching for his release. “I’ll be there tomorrow coach, bye,” he barely choked out and hung up the call, throwing his phone across the couch. Now free, both of his hands tangled in your hair and he bucked his hips one last time. His cock twitched in your mouth and you felt him jolt, followed by his warm release. “Shit baby, yes,” he moaned, finally able to verbally praise you without fear of being overheard. You swallowed his release and looked up at him through hooded eyes. His cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes were dark, gazing into yours as his chest heaved up and down.

In one swift motion, he got up from his spot on the couch and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You shrieked, the action completely taking you off guard. He chuckled and placed a firm smack on your ass, making his way to your shared bedroom. “You’re in trouble now, princesa.”

#joao felix #joao felix imagine #joao felix smut #imagine #joão felix #oneshot

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transparentlyfallingasleep · 3 months ago

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7. How do you choose which POV to write from? (Especially for starbucks)

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

aw wow! People never ask me questions on here.

let’s see number 7. Honestly I tried to come up with a better answer than this but it’s just the vibe of the thing. The first story was really just a response to “Clint Barton shows up 15 minutes late with Starbucks” insert Troy with the pizza meme that was out in the ether post his absence in Winter Soldier. I decided to try making myself write from Natasha’s perspective after the Clint heaviness in marketplace etc but in the Starbucks sequel I just wanted to imagine/ write down the Robert Downey jr voice in my head reacting to spy kid 3D. And then they all joined in. Clint’s voice is my most comfortable place to be Natasha, Cap, Maria, Jarvis the least but I think that’s because being that fucking competent seems heptapod level alien.

25: I wish people read unfinished business more… it was my first story in the marvel space and my second fanfic ever. And I still kinda like imagining it’s running in the background of the avengers… and it could have too if not for that pesky Joss Whedon. I also I’m proud of my Game of thrones fic. It was an attempt to self sooth and I think it turned out rather well all things considered.

26. I’m not sure I do wild rides I’m definitely not much of a plot writer. I tend to focus on small intimate character moments. Probably because I suck even more at the other stuff, possibly because being a speech pathologist I’m better at getting voices of characters ‘right’ than I am at making things happen. But I am proud at how I salvaged age of ultron for the rewriting in Market Place and how much I was able to reuse, reduce, recycle might be surprising to readers.

39. So my clinic shut down suddenly in September. If you are Australian I will just say this about it. The NDIS and in particular the Government have been making it harder and harder to work as a paediatric disability clinician and hell bent on telling our clients that it’s because we are rorting the system. I didn’t want my clients to loose their therapeutic alliance and a speechie that has known them most of their lives so I started my own sole trading. It’s long hours, crazy stress and I don’t even know if I will be able to afford the audit come 2025 but for now my kiddos are safe and getting therapy. All the govt has managed to do is privatise the old block grant system and lie about choice and control and that’s all I have to say about that. As a result I’ve got no real WIPs but I have this… you can see that I write dialogue first.

If you’ve come to tell me I’ve besmirched my honour, that the castle is in an uproar… I care not.

Your grace.

Ser Davos I am no princess.

The laws of the realm say

So Tyrion Lannister crowns my brother and frees the north for my sister and now I am smothered by titles? I knew I should have killed that-

Id never really thought about it like that Milady. Allow an old man a small courtesy? I accepted my title for services to Stannis Baratheon. Plenty of times I thought better of it but I did it for those who came after me. Lord Gendry well he doesn’t say, quiet sort that he is -

Surly

As you say, but i think I’m right in saying he had similar thoughts. I don’t think either of us thought that there might be others on the other side of it. Born to the titles and the power and wanting none of it, wanting to be rid of it.

He is a good lad lady Arya. Give him longer. He can’t stay this angry for long.

I can’t stay ser Davos

Forgive me but I’ve lived longer on decking than I have on dry land or had till your brother made me hand. The tides they come again. Like circles they are. Why not tarry even if he’s determined to make himself unpleasant.

He doesn’t have to put effort into that. He’s had it mastered for years. You are married Ser, children?

Aye My Lady

#clint barton #hawkeye #black widow #natasha romanoff #gendry x arya #clintasha #arya/gendry #My writing #wildechilde17

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fucksurass · 1 year ago

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DEAD? Park!

Pt.3

Stan: Kenny...? You um-

Stan: Yesterday you were all... Weird? Now youre um.... Not..

Kyle: What hes trying to say is, What the hell happened after school yesterday because you actually look... Okay.

Stan: Yeah you dont look like a mess like after Pocket got here. You left insane and came back chillin. What happened?

Kenny: You mean apart from fucking Cartmans mom?

Cartman: WHAT KENNY- YOU- I HOPE YOU FALL ON YOUR POOR UGLY ASS-

Kenny: Im kidding! I read porn and imagined fucking her!

Cartman: THAT DOESNT MAKE IT ANY BETTER YOU DIRTY-

Kenny: And I said to myself, Im going crazy! No one died! Im just a little messed up right now because of stress! So I whipped out my weiner and started jacking it.

Cartman: Dear god, can Kenny please fall off his chair and bust his ass.

Kyle: Awe Kenny come on!!

Stan: Not what I wanted to hear today.

Kenny: What? At least im not acting crazy anymore. Id say this is normal.

Stan: ....

Cartman: ....

Kyle: ....

Kyle Cartman and Stan: Yeah hes got a point. Id believe it. Regular Kenny.

Kenny: Oh and those books arent gonna help you at all Stany boi. I suggest giving it up.

Stan: Come on dude... Let a man dream...

Kenny: Wendys probably a lesbian dude.

Kyle: Yeah she probably totally definitely is.

Stan: What...?

Kyle: Yeah... You should go for someone el-

Cartman: Faggot.

Kyle: Shut the fuck up Cartman!

Stan: Yeah! Wendys not a faggot! Im sure she'll come back. She always does...

Cartman: That went over your whole head, Stan.

Stan: What went over my head?

Kyle and Cartman: *face palm*

Mr. Garrison: Okay class.... Sadly and Unfortunately for me... Theres another.. New student-

Kenny: WAH thud! OW!!

Cartman: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA THANK YOU GOD

Ze Mole: Fuck god!

Kenny: Stop laug- ....Mole..?

Garrison: You know him?

Stan: All four of us do! Hey man!

Garrison: Thats cool. Anyway say hello to Christofeet- Chris- Christophne something or other or- Just call him Ze Mole.

Ze Mole: I have returned on behalf of Gregory. I wanted to ask if La Resistance lived on after I- er left... For.. War?

Pip: Hello Mole!

Ze Mole: Ah... You are here..

Cartman: Yeah we all hate Pip too dont worry.

Ze Mole: Sure.

Stan: Kenny? Oh not again... I swear..

Kyle: What- Oh...

Mr. Garrison: Can we please sit down? Im still teaching. Who else in here is gay?

Cartman: STAN AND KAH- OW KAHL WHAT THE FUCK

Ze Mole: ...Why are you looking at me like zat Kenny? Stop.

Pip: In a matter of seconds, dear Mole, Kenny well have assumed your death.

Ze Mole: How-

Kenny: Okay I am seriously fucking positive we WATCHED that guy die!

Stan: Come on Kenny! You were doing great!

Kyle: You almost had it then you blew it!

Kenny: We watched it happen guys! Cartman didnt turn off the alarm and he got attacked by guard dogs-

Ze Mole: I hate guard dogs... What a terrible way to die! Do not wish zat on me!!

*CLANG*

Cartman: Haha! Sick!

Stan: Oh my god! Ze Mole killed Kenny!

Kyle: You french bastard!

Mr. Garrison: Please be careful with that thi-

Ze Mole: Was my mozer careful when she shot me in my leg while I vas still in ze womb?!

Mr. Garrison: ...I guess not.

Craig: Dude sit down! You killed Kenny!

Red: Whos Kenny-

Ze Mole: Do not worry.

Ze Mole: Though he dies, La Resistance lives on.

Cartman: Nobody gives a crap about Las resilience! Lets all just wait for the rats to consume Kennys body so we can continue naming all the fags in the classroom.

Mr. Garrison: Lets all listen to the fat kid.

Clyde: Guys im not a faggot...

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

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bimboaudino · 1 year ago

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TGTF Medallion In Bangkok

I sat in the private jet, the gentle hum of the turbines barely entering the soundproof walls of the airplane, sipping on a martini as I think about what I’m doing. I was going to Bangkok on a work trip. My company had just signed a major deal to open up and buy business there and I was going to meet the partnering companies to get things started.

But it was more than a business trip. I knew I’d have more than just a few days off to enjoy in Bangkok. I shivered at the thought, pulling out a small silver medallion with a red gem embedded in it. I remember when I had discovered it on a less than legal auction and could barely contain myself.

I was looking for something a little kinky. Something that would let me act out my true desire, and then be able to go back to a normal life. It wasn’t that I was a gay man, the thought didn’t sit well with me. But to be a woman, that was something very different. To have someone see me as less, as weak and as submissive, and to act as such. The thought sent shivers down my spine, I could almost feel my cock harden as I stared at the small silver piece of jewellery.

"Another?" a female voice asked, snapping me out of my fantasy. It was the air hostess. A young brunette who had been trying to flirt with me since the plane took off. I quickly stowed the medallion and took another stiff drink, nodding my head. She walked off, making sure to sway her hips as she went.

Id always been rather a disagreeable man, and this had often gotten in the way of any type of romantic relationships, my wife barely talked to me. So instead I focused on my career, working hard and climbing the ladder. Soon enough I was a very successful CEO. But I’d always wanted to know what it would be like to be on the other side. To be weak and powerless, and have others dominate me. This was something I kept a tight lid on, keeping it secret and letting it manifest in my fantasies. To be agreeable, submissive, and powerless in the hands of others.

I knew the medallion could grant me that experience, the moment I laid eyes on it.

I had found it on an auction on the deep web, an online black market, bidding high to win the item. When it arrived I was in a cold sweat, holding it and knowing what it was and what it could do. Id tested it a week ago by imagining my wife’s image, finding myself in her form, the mental and physical changes almost throwing me for a loop. It had been a crazy few hours before I used the medallion to change back, having found myself thinking as her after a short while. I’d have to be careful.

I looked out the window seeing we were on the approach to the airport, and a smile creeped onto my lips. Tonight was the night. I was met at the airport by a car sent from the Thai business association, and was escorted to my hotel, the Hilton hotel where all the guests for the conference were staying. I dropped off my luggage, a single suitcase and made my way back out to the city. I was staying in a rather large penthouse and would have the entire thing to myself for the night, but before I could get around to my plan I was of course to give a talk for my company and discuss the business agreement.

"Great talk Jake" my associate Mike shook my hand as he beamed.

I thanked him for coming as we mingled with the post conference crowd. Many powerful rich men, just as I was, gathered here.

The next few hours were spent in boring meetings and talks with business associates and CEOs.

I finally managed to wrap things up, leaving the conference to head back to my hotel. It was a huge building, and a quick elevator ride to the top floor. I walked out onto the balcony overlooking the city, the nightlife already bustling in full swing, the sounds and smells reaching all the way to me. I was just able to make out in the distance the red lights and neon signs of the infamous red light district. It was the place I’m planning to get more than a little intimate with if all goes to plan.

I could see it vividly in my minds eye, I was to become a sex worker, selling my body for money. The thought alone was enough to make my cock throb and my breath hitch. I had thought long and hard about this, the things id do and the ways id be used. Id be forced to use my body to pleasure strangers. Id be treated like a dirty whore, and not be able to do anything about it. The though of being so submissive, agreeable and powerless excited me, and had led to many a night where id cum to the thoughts and fantasies of being a woman and being forced to have sex with strangers.

"I'm going to do this" I tell myself, feeling the medallion in my pocket, running my fingers over the cold metal. I can already feel the nervousness growing inside me, my heart beat rising. I'm actually going to do this.

I look at the medallion, and take a deep breath, calming myself.

In my minds eye I picture her. An Asian girl, young barely 18, petite yet busty, with a cute face and an innocent look, and short bob hair. She was dressed in a latex Short shorts, the shiny fabric ending well above her thighs. On her feet was a pair of latex thigh high leggings with built in heels, the rubber fabric ending a few inches above her knees, giving her legs a smooth, bare look. On her arms she wore latex gloves, the tight material going up all the way to her shoulders, and covering her arms, save for a few inches of bare skin around her wrists. At her neck was a choker, the same latex material as her leggings and gloves. Her hair was jet black and flowing.

Her face the image of innocence and naivety, her expression a shy, meek one. Her personality was different. It was a complete contradictions compared to my own. Yes, she was a submissive, agreeable and meek, eager to please and willing to do anything.

A low knowledge, simple, and unintelligent girl. A dumb bitch.

She was a whore, a prostitute, a sex worker.

Her name? That's easy, her name is Mei, Thai in origin, her English is broken and simple.

I see it all in my minds eye, and I clutch the medallion tightly, a strange warmth emanating from it.

It was time.

I took the medallion and held it firmly, imagining the girl I pictured in my mind, the latex outfit and the handbag. I concentrated, feeling the medallion pulsing in my hands, getting warmer and warmer.

It felt like electricity was running through me, starting from my toes and fingertips, running up my body and converging around the medallion, a warm heat emanating from it.

As the electricity ran up my body I could feel the changes starting.

My hair, it was lengthening. It started to reach down from my neck, running down my head. The sensation was strange, but not uncomfortable, a strange itchy sensation. My head felt lighter as the hair grew out, the itch growing worse, until it was almost unbearable. My hair now hung a few inches past my shoulders, and the itch was gone, the weight of the hair being longer felt heavy.

It was starting.

I was becoming her.

My feet were next, a tingling sensation running up my legs as they changed. My shoes began to tighten, and I was able to feel them shrink, my feet shrinking with them.

The first thing I noticed was that my body felt lighter, the shoes having grown a small heel. But it was more than that, my weight was now centred lower.

My foot and calf muscles were also getting tighter, my legs becoming dainty and lithe. The transformation continued up my legs, traveling upwards.

They were changing, the transformation spreading up my legs.

The tingle continued, moving up my hips. I could feel the change happening, the bone structure changing, my body slimming down, and my hip width widening.

My hips were starting to widen, the muscles growing tighter, my body slimming down as the transformation travelled upward, my height dropping as the room around me felt larger and larger.

My chest was next, the transformation traveling up my torso.

I could feel a pressure on my chest, the sensation was strange. It was growing tighter and tighter, the sensation of my torso and rib cage shrinking to petite female proportions, gone was broad muscular chest, and in its place were two small mounds.

My breasts, they were forming.

They grew from small pea sized nubs, to the size of lemons, the pressure on my chest was getting intense, the mounds growing. Knowing that I now had breast tissue, my nipples erecting and hardened.

They were small and perky, and highly sensitive.

The transformation had spread upward, continuing to my shoulders, and down my arms, the sensations travelling along my arms, and to my hands.

I could feel the tingling in my fingers, the digits changing and shrinking, the skin softening, becoming feminine. My hand felt smaller, the skin softer, and the nails longer.

I was getting excited, the changes happening so far were wonderful. The sensations continued up my arms and to my neck, my body was slimming down, my neck becoming thinner and feminine, my jaw and face changing.

My face, it was one of the most strange changes.

My nose and cheek bones changed, my face slimming down and becoming feminine, the masculine jawline vanishing, and the chin becoming smaller. My eyes grew slightly larger, my eye lids changing and becoming daintier, and the skin on my face softening, my eyebrows thinning out. As my race began to shift I could feel my eye lids begin to grow longer and thicker, my eye lashes growing fuller and longer. Taking on an Asian slant, like two beautiful almonds, they began shift from a bright blue to become a deep shade of brown.

My mouth changed, the lips filling out, becoming thinner and softer, and my lips grew slightly larger, the corners turning upwards, forming a small natural pout. My nose gaining an Asian look, and a small button like nose, with the same change occurring to the rest of my body.

I could feel my ears changing, they were shrank very slightly as two pinpricks indicated piercings now present.

I look down at my body, the changes were nearly done, I was now only around 5ft, and I could feel my height had lowered even further, the room around me appearing large. I could see my thighs now with a thigh gap, and my feet and calves were now smooth and dainty, the skin soft.

My pelvis finally started to change, the transformation moving to the very last place.

My groin area, the skin became smoother, and the area around the groin area began to shrink, and I could feel my penis and testicles retracting, a strange sensation, my crotch becoming a vagina, the labia growing from nothing and expanding outward, the labia lips becoming full and soft.

The sensations were traveling downwards, my cock and balls were retracting into my body, and disappearing. My cock shrinking into a nub, and my testicles disappearing, the scrotum shrinking, the skin smoothing and tightening, the area becoming a fully functional pussy, the lips forming.

The sensation of having a vagina was strange, I could feel the new emptiness, the lack of testicles and penis was so alien, but also amazing.

The transformation was almost done.

My puffy pussy growing wet and warm at the knowledge of the final things to come. My breasts finished growing the size of Cantaloupes , ripe fruit that hung from my now petite chest, and my ass finished changing, becoming a firm, bubbly, jiggly rear, and the last thing to change physically was my skin tone, my body colour changing from a pale white to a light bronze, a light tan, a beautiful golden hue of the Thai people.

The transformation was complete.

I was no longer a 40 year old disagreeable man.

I was a 18 year old, cute, Asian, whore.

But my clothes were up next, the transformation starting with my lower half.

The tingling started at the bottom, a sensation spreading up my legs, traveling slowly. My boxers began to tighten, shrinking down, becoming smaller and smaller. I felt the thong dig into my cheeks, and then the elastic around the waist and hips stretched outwards, and began to grow.

As the thong shrunk and stretched outwards, I could feel the front part of the thong digging into my new pussy, and the sensation caused a shiver to run up my spine, the back strings spreading my cheeks so they were visibly outlined against the latex, the transformation causing the thong to shrink further.

The transformation continued upward, the tightening sensation spreading up from my crotch.

My T-shirt was next, the cloth beginning to stretch out.

I could feel the transformation traveling across my body, and the material was stretching, the T-shirt tightening, the fabric becoming more revealing. I could see my midriff as the shirt began to rise, the transformation continuing upwards.

I could feel the sensation spread up from my groin and hips, the t-shirt lifting, the fabric beginning to reveal the skin of my abdomen.

The material rose, and I could feel the air touching my belly, the transformation continuing upwards, the t-shirt rising, the material becoming smaller.

The tightening was reaching my shoulders, and the material had risen just under my bust, taking on a shiny gloss.

My chest began to rise, my new tits pushed up, as the latex shirt was tightening, the material becoming a tube top, a bright pink crop top. The material clung to my figure, and the transformation spread upward, the shirt lifting my tits, becoming tighter as a deep V neck was formed, the V neckline dipping low between the breasts, showing off the cleavage, the material clinging to my figure.

The transformation spread down my legs, the material tightening, the latex leggings turning into thigh high boots.

What was left of my trousers forming into a pair of short shorts, the shorts were tight, and the material became shiny and pale, the fabric stretching and turning into latex, the shorts were tight around my ass, the material clinging to the curves, outlining the ass cheeks.

My arms covered in latex, a pair of latex shoulder length gloves covering the skin, and the rest of the t-shirt had already become a tight shiny crop top.

The transformation finishing as a tight chocker forms around my now petite neck and I stood there, dressed in latex and rubber, the transformation completed, I was now her.

The sensations subsided, and I looked down, seeing myself, I was now her, the girl I saw in my minds eye, the transformation complete.

My brain suddenly felt strange, a weird fog setting in, clouding my thoughts.

"Me head feel strange" I say in a small voice, my words coming out in broken English. A strong Thai accent smothering the words.

The thought of speaking in an Asian accent was strange. It felt alien, but at the same time, right.

"Why I speak like this? Is not make sense"

"My name" I say, the thought of what I used to be was so strange. "I...not remember"

I try and remember who I was before, but the more I tried, the more the thoughts and memories seemed to fade.

"I remember, Mei" I say, a smile forming on my face, a new name, yet it fit. It was like a switch had been pressed in my cranium, flushing away most of my knowledge.

The thought of who I was, Jake, was strange, like trying to remember something from another life, the more I thought about it, I could remember it, yet it felt unimportant.

I could remember who I was before, I just didn’t care right now and that was okay, that was perfect.

I see a handbag, and walk over, picking it up, the transformation had given me everything I needed.

It was filled with a few things.

I take the handbag, and begin to explore, looking around.

I find a mirror and look in, I was no longer a 40 year old white man with dark blonde hair and a short buzz cut, I was now a 18 year old Asian female prostitute, the transformation was perfect. My bag containing a passport and new ID, the ID showing my name as Mei Saetang, an Asian prostitute, my profession and job was listed, the age of 18 years old.

The handbag also contained a few other items, condoms, cigarettes, a small amount of currency and a small makeup kit.

Suddenly the penthouse felt strange to me, no longer belonging, and it felt too expensive for my new form.

"I want to leave" I think (in fluent Thai), looking around. "I should find the elevator"

I leave the room, taking the room keycard and medallion in my new handbag, finding myself quickly adapting to the shoes, the heels and the latex were so comfortable, a natural fit, it was like they were made for me.

I drowned my fear of being seen as my hazy mind reasoned that if anyone saw a Thai hooker leaving the penthouse they would just think I was leaving a customer.

The heels were surprisingly easy to walk in, and as I walked I could feel the latex rubbing on the skin of my thighs, the shorts so tight that every time I walked I could feel the fabric of the latex thong riding into my new pussy.

The elevator door opened, and I walked in, partly glad it was empty yet at the same time feeling strangely like I wished someone was there to observe my new body. Pushing the button to go down, and as I rode the elevator, I could feel the cool air conditioning against my skin, and the feeling of the latex clinging to my skin felt good.

Ding

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out, walking to the exit of the hotel.

The lobby was busy, a lot of people, and the feeling of being stared at, but my hazy mind wasn’t bothered by it, I even could make out some English words that some of them were saying, feeling strange how I only understood the odd word here or there but the word 'slut' and 'whore' were still familiar to my new cortex. I giggled knowing they thought I was a prostitute, one that had just finished with a client who had brought her back to their hotel room.

I felt a sudden surge of wetness between my legs, a damp patch forming on the thong.

Walking out the door and into the street, I knew where to go. I needed to find the redlight district, the night was still young, and I could already feel the excitement and anticipation building, I was going to get fucked a lot, and soon. Noticing how short my new body was, the street seemed a lot bigger, the world around me a lot larger, the men all around me so much taller. Their smell strangely new and strong to my petite nose. Yet strangely it smelt comforting.

As I walked along the streets, the warm evening air brushing against my bare shoulders, I could hear some cat calls and whistles. A sign I was getting close.

It wasn’t long until the crowds parted, and I could see one of Bangkok’s famed locations. The red light district.

It was like entering a whole different world, the smell of sweat and sex.

The sound of music and laughter, the neon lights and the flashing signs, and the many brothels, bars and strip clubs, it was like a dream come true. My heels clicking on the stone pavement as I walked, the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and the sounds of sex.

The street was packed, the sidewalks were crowded with young women, much like myself, the other girls all dressed in skimpy dresses or short skirts and some dressed in lingerie.

They were all prostitutes, and some of the women were standing out in the open, talking to potential customers.

As I walked, a few of the girls glanced over at me, giving me a look only reserved for competition.

Some were even glaring.

The girls all dressed in slutty outfits, they were all working the street, some were standing out on the sidewalk, trying to attract the attention of the male customers, trying to get them to buy their bodies.

And yet I was starting to feel strangely comforted by the scene around me.

A few men looked at me, their eyes scanning my body, and I felt a strange surge of arousal, their stares feeling more and more intense, and a small group of men, wearing smart suits, looking foreign, started to walk over, the sight causing me to stop and smile at them. Internally I had just recognised them as 'foreigners' as though I had always been Thai, causing my nethers to clench even more.

This was it, my first potential customer, I could feel a surge of emotions, a mixture of apprehension, nervousness, fear and excitement, all fighting for control.

What left my mouth as they approached was the most stereotypical possible thing I could imagine a hooker would say.

"Want good time?" I ask them, speaking in broken English, a cute thick accent.

It was the most obvious thing that came to mind.

One of them answered, speaking in English, his words were slightly slurred, he had clearly been drinking.

"Yeah we want a good time, how much is it, you're a cheap one aren't ya, I bet your really loose as well" he laughed.

I smile up at him, fluttering my eyelashes, yet not understanding most of what he said besides the words 'yeah', 'how much ‘and 'cheap'. I lean presenting my chest at the most sensual angle I can for him, feeling him tower over me only making my womb tingle and rev harder.

"Me cheap" I say, a cute giggle, "me do good time, and me very good."

My words were broken and accented, my brain no longer able to speak English fluently, only understanding a little, and what I did understand made little sense. But I did know that the way I was talking likely turned them on no end. My mind telling me men like it when I make myself seem dumber than them.

One of the men leaned in, and whispered into my ear, his hot breath on my skin, sending a shiver up my spine, a strange wave of emotion washed over me as my crotch felt a fire light in it.

"So what can you do for us" the man whispers into my ear, his lips so close to my petite ear, I didn’t really know what he was asking but I assumed it was price.

"Me do good time 500 baht each handsome man" I say, giggling and smiling up at him, my large eyes meeting his.

To them I was just a cute Asian prostitute and they wanted to be serviced by a cute, submissive, young and dumb whore. How lucky for them that’s what I am now.

The man who had whispered into my ear, smiled, and leaned back. Looking at his well dressed buddy before looking back at the petite hooker in front of him.

"Okay 500 baht each, how much for both of us to double team you?"

I smiled up at him, and nodded, "me love you, me give special offer, me take both for 700 baht yes? Me think both very handsome with big cock" my nethers tingles at my own accent and statement, my brain praying it was true.

He grinned, "Deal" he said, "lets go to our hotel, its close"

He took my side and placed a hand on my ass as he lead me away, his friend putting a hand over my petite shoulders

I could feel a strange wetness in my pussy, the thong clinging tightly between the delicate lips.

There was no doubt the men were horny and wanted to fuck me, and I was going to give them a good time, it was my job.

"We have a suite in the Hilton, its just down the road, follow us" the man says, squeezing and leading me my the ass. It was demeaning but it felt so good, like I was being owned and dominated.

The other man was on my right, his hand resting on my petite shoulders, his arm so much larger than mine.

They both lead me away, down the street, to an all to familiar sight.

I could see the hotel, the familiar logo.

Hilton Hotel Bangkok.

The sight sent a shiver up my spine, my mind flashing back, remembering, I was staying there myself, before I had used the medallion, and now I’m being lead to the same place, only as a prostitute.

I was so short, only coming up to the men's chests, and the two were well built, they could easily overpower me, and a strange thought crossed my mind.

I would happily let them.

That was my purpose now, and I could feel a growing excitement and arousal as we walked.

We walked into the building, and the sight of the reception area was one I recognised.

"Hello Sirs, welcome back to the hotel," they are greeted, the receptionist was a middle aged woman. She was dressed in a formal business suit. Her eyes shift down towards me, I could feel her judge me, glaring at me knowing what they would do to me soon enough in the privacy of their room. Clearly disgusted at this girl in front of hers life choices.

The men simply nodded, leading me past the counter and towards the elevators.

The elevator doors opened, and the man with a hand on my ass guided me in, his friend joining us, and the other man pressed the button. The doors closed and the elevator began to move, the feeling of being trapped in a small box with two dominant males was intoxicating, the heat radiating off them was amazing, and my nose could smell the scent of their cologne, it was a musky masculine smell.

The feeling of the soft hand on my ass, slowly kneading the soft flesh through the latex. I let out a high pitch moan. My legs rubbing together involuntarily.

I could feel the juices trickle from my pussy, the thong already damp, and the hand slowly moved downwards, sliding under the short shorts, moving inwards, until a finger brushed against the soft lips, the man's thumb finding the sensitive clit, and rubbing it through the fabric, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

I couldn’t hold it, I had no willpower, my body had been reduced to that of a young woman, and I had no more control.

I moaned loudly, a loud, sensual and girly moan.

I was putty in the men's hands, and I didn’t care, it was what I wanted in that moment.

Ding

The elevator doors opened, and the two men led the way, the one holding my ass leading me by the pussy, his fingers stroking the sensitive bud, as the other walked still had his hands over my shoulder leaning in for a drunken kiss.

I kissed him back, a sensual open mouthed kiss, the alcohol on his breath was strong, but I didn’t mind, my body was on fire, my heart pounding, and I could feel his hand squeeze my shoulder closer before it went under and slid up and under my cropped top.

Breaking the kiss and letting out a gasp, the man's hand found the small, sensitive, perky nipple and he began to play with it, flicking and rubbing.

"Lets get you to our suite baby girl, we'll show you a good time" the man

They lead me to a door, and one of them unlocked it, the man behind me pulled his hand from under the short shorts and pulled the keycard from the pocket.

He opened the door and the three of us entered.

The room was big and luxurious, a huge king size bed in the middle of the room. I gulped, this was really happening, I’m going to be fucked.

The man who was behind me, shut the door, and the man who was at my side, led me over to the bed.

"Take a seat baby" the man says. I look up at him in confusion then watch his gestures, realising that he was commanding me onto the bed.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, my ass feeling like a cushion beneath me, and look up at the men, they are so much taller, so much bigger, and a part of me just wants to give myself up, to be at their mercy, the thought alone making me feel tingly all over.

The two men start to unbuckle their belts and remove their pants, the bulges are so clear, and it's so obvious they are rock hard, they are both wearing smart trousers, and I can tell they are western men, maybe Americans, judging by their appearances, they seem familiar, my mind suddenly resurfacing shaking hands with them but their names no longer came to mind, I had met them at the conference today. they were some big wig executives of some company I had just bought, I had been a multi millionaire CEO, and now I’m reduced to being an unassuming whore in their hotel room.

It was almost a dream come true.

As the two men drop their pants and pull out their cocks, the sight makes me gasp, they are so huge, and so thick.

"Me like" I say, licking my lips, unable to keep my eyes off them. A strange desire id never had surfacing in the moment.

Watching them grow, understanding that it was me that had made them grow. My body, my purpose was to please men, and it was true to purpose, evident by the swollen Falas before me.

The one who had grabbed my ass, the one with the slightly longer hair and darker skin, stepped closer, his cock was so big and thick, it was almost intimidating.

The other got on the bed behind me.

"What’s your name, baby girl?" the man asked.

I look up at him, confused, I had no idea what he was asking, his words seemed foreign and confusing. My arousal in the moment lowering my comprehension further.

"My name" the man in front of me said, repeating the question, "tell us your name"

My brain finally realising what he’s asking.

"Me name Mei" I say, my voice coming out more high pitched, sounding cute.

I smile, and lean forward, the heels making my feet arch up, making me seem even more submissive, I rest a gloved hand on my knees, smiling blissfully dumbly up at him.

He smiles, and leans in, placing a hand on the side of my face, and kisses me on the lips, his tongue entering my mouth, the kiss was so intense, the alcohol on his breath less strong than the others, and his hand reached around and cupped the back of my head, pulling me into him, my body, my purpose was to be submissive and obey, and so I gave into the kiss.

Our tongues danced and fought for dominance, his tongue was so dominant, and I could feel a heat inside me.

"Now get on your hands and knees, ill take your pussy and my friend will take pretty little mouth and fuck it" the man says.

The men's commands were so dominant and powerful, and the words made sense to me, I couldn’t remember understand the sounds but the meaning was clear.

I nod, and stand up, turning around and getting onto the bed. I turn around and get onto the bed, onto my hands and knees, presenting myself, I was his, my pussy was his, and my mouth was his friends. All for just 700 baht, the cost of the sex.

The man in front of me slowly edges forward, his one eyed monster staring me in the face, my eyes transfixed on it.

Behind me the client looks down at me grabbing my petite waist, pulling the latex short shorts down, the cool air hitting my bare pussy and its sensitive lips.

"Your such a slut" the man says, his hands on the soft hips before swatting my ass causing it to jiggle pleasantly with a 'Plap' , as the other moves forward, the man's large, swollen, and throbbing member was right in front of my face.

There was no escape, no stopping the inevitable, and all I could think about was pleasing these two men, giving them a good time.

My body was trembling in excitement and anticipation, as I could feel the other man's hands grab my hips, Condom freshly placed , guiding himself up to my puffy rose,, teasing it as he rubs the hard member against my softness. The sensations controlling my whole world, I pull myself back to reality, reminding myself the man in front of me also need attention.

Leaning forward letting out a small moan, kissing its tip between my plump lips.

my huge almond shapes eyes gazing up at him as I stick my tongue out, and run it around the tip of his cock, a strange salty taste. But my body couldn’t get enough.

"Oh fuck" the man groaned, "she is a fucking slut"

I giggle, a high pitch feminine giggle, and move my head forward, kissing the swollen tip before finally engulfing it, careful to avoid touching it with my teeth, and began to suck, slowly bobbing my head, the sensation of having the tip of his cock inside my mouth and the taste, it was like nothing else.

My whole world was now this, to please men, to have men dominate me.

Finally having had enough of the teasing the man behind me plunges in, his condom ribbed member plunging into my wet, tight and delicate pussy.

The sudden sensation, and the feeling of fullness, his cock so much larger than I had anticipated. I let out a loud, girly and pleasurable moan, the sensation almost making me climax. On the spot as I moan on the rod in my mouth, sending pleasant vibrations throughout the man's cock.

The feeling of being penetrated in both holes, the man behind me, his throbbing cock plunging in and out of my pussy, his hands gripping my soft petite waist.

"Fuck she's a slut, you really know how to pick them," the man I was sucking exclaims with a deep grunt

"Yeah, she is the perfect little Asian whore, I tell you man, the women here hit different."

The sound of their voices, their accents, they sounded pleased with my body, only making me more enthusiastic.

"You think her tits are real?"

"Who cares man, her ass is a work of art, I would love to cum on that."

'SLAP' he emphasized the word with a smack of my ass. It didn’t stop, my muscles down below clenching around the member. Massaging it in a fashion only a woman could.

"I'm getting close." the man grunted, his cock twitching and swelling inside me, as if the sensation wasn’t already driving me wild, the sensations and his grunts making it more intense, my own climax rising to meet it. Gazing up at the man in front of me, letting him know I was his in the moment, and the sensation was overwhelming.

Behind I could feel the hot liquid shoot from his cock, the condom preventing any leakage, and I could feel it pulsating inside me. The feeling and his grunts and groans making me reach my own climax, the most intense one of my life. A constant wave of pleasure running through me.

"Me too" the man I was sucking called out.

A pulsating sensation, a swelling before I could feel a warmth on the roof of my mouth and a salty taste, the sensation of the man Cumming, his cock throbbing in my mouth, shooting his seed into my throat, his musk filling my mouth.

I push myself down onto it to its base, making sure not to let it leak. Finally the pulsating stops and I pull myself off it with a gasp. Opening my mouth, my gaze locked with him, showing him my prize.

"Swallow it" the man commands.

And so I do, the sensation strange, the taste not the best but I swallow all of it, the man's essence disappearing down my throat. I finish gulping dramatically before I once again open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out to show him.

"Good girl" he says, his hand petting my jet black hair, the sensation of the touch was nice, his hand moving down and stroking my face. The men get up and one rummages in his wallet, the other pulls the condom off his softening member, smirking before tying a knot in it. Before handing it to me, "for later slut, when your hungry" I don’t understand the words but I take my prize.

The man gets a wad of bills and puts it between my tits.

"Thats a good slut, and we'll see you again if you are still around this week" the man says. I giggle vapidly, being demeaned as the notes are shoved between my tits, the cool paper touching my skin, making me shudder, and I can feel the man's finger stroke the top of my cleavage. Not understanding what he said but having an inkling that I would be seeing them again before the week was over.

My first job complete, I had been transformed and fucked, and I was happy, a feeling of contentment, the money shoved between my tits a sign of a job well done. I was 700 baht richer.

I stood up, taking the wad of money in the middle of my chest and the condom still tied at the end and placed them in my handbag. Quickly shimmying the short shorts back over my caboose, before bowing to the men and strutting out of the room giving them another smile and a wiggle of my hips on the way out.

Walking back towards the elevator, I press the button, the door opening and I step inside, a feeling of happiness, and the feeling of being used. I felt like a woman.

In that moment my mind rushes back to me, my male one. My thoughts rush back to me and I can see it in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes widening. There was a woman, a young Thai prostitute, a hooker, in the elevator mirror, her hair messy and a blush and smile on her dazed face.

The realisation that that was me hit, the realisation that id almost lost control, I scramble with the elevator controls, leaning forward awkwardly in my heels, the short shorts hugging the round and full cheeks of my ass, I had lost control, my mind had been so easily subverted.

The doors opened and I rushed out into the penthouse floor, my key card granting me access, panting as I enter the huge room slamming the door behind me.

I rush towards the bathroom, the huge room, a mirror on the ceiling above the bed, the huge bed and the view through the huge window looking over the city, the skyline at night, pulling out the medallion and willing myself back to how I was before.

A flash and the sensation and sight of me expanding, my clothes tightening before shifting into my old business suit as I return to my form.

My mind returning and I breathe heavily.

I had just turned into a whore and almost lost control, the experience was exhilarating, the transformation was so quick, so instant, I had loved every second of it, the lack of control,

The experience, the sensation, the feelings, and the powerlessness I had felt, the pleasure and the domination by others.

Sweat runs down my wrinkled forehead as I sit up straight, the suit now feeling tight, a discomfort in the front. I unbuckle and loosen the belt, the front of my trousers tenting forward, the tent in my crotch couldn’t be contained as I recall what I had just experienced.

I was me again, I breathe with a sigh of relief.

Yet a nagging sensation pulled at me, seeing the condom still full made something inside me itch for more.

I had to go back. This wasn’t the last time, it was the first.

I had to do this again, it was so intense.

I had a week of the conference ahead of me

This was only the first day, and I was in control, I had a week.

I had a whole week with the medallion, and the thought made me tingle all over.

Id be seeing Mei again soon enough.

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gutta-percha · 11 days ago

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crazy intense dreams last night

it started with me at an old friends house, she wasnt there but her brother was. we chatted for a while then i decided to leave, but the house was huge and i couldnt find my way out. an older woman said 'oh arent you staying for tea? we always have it at nine exactly' i said thank you but declined, then more people started coming and it seemed like they were arriving for a party. i remember walking past them through the kitchen as they were lined up with plates as a woman was unloading things from the dishwasher (?) one of the people lined up, a young lad, spat on the floor of the kitchen as i squeezed past them. i said 'thats fucking disgusting' but no one seemed to notice or care

later, i was alone in a room with a girl who i felt like i knew, but who i cant place now. it was a fancy parlour/sitting room (the house had now become some kind of posh mansion). we were chatting and eventually she said something weird to me, like 'do you think you can make me excited?' or smth, i realised she wanted to have sex with me and i felt awkward and tried to say 'uh, no sorry' she seemed hurt and disappointed so i clarified 'no, youre really pretty but im gay and... yeah sorry if i was leading you on' or something to that effect. she took out a pad and pencil and started drawing, and i saw she was sketching a very detailed picture of a vulva. i said 'wow, thats impressive, i cant draw that well, i normally just shade in an upsidedown triangle' she laughed half heartedly. then an old woman came in and she seemed suddenly tense (her mother? grandmother?), i took the pad and flipped it to a different page and made a show of talking about the other, non-sexual, drawings with the old lady, to the girls relief. i think it was at this point actually that the old lady asked if i wanted to stay for tea... cant remember...

then i met another old friend, my childhood best friend who ive grown apart from now and havent seen in years. we hugged and reminisced about stuff. theres a gap in my memory here, but the next thing i remember is a bunch of other dudes arrived, rough looking guys. they seemed to know (friend) but i didnt know them. friend started acting cold and harsh to me and i was starting to feel uneasy. i got the impression that they wre in a gang together or some other criminal enterprise and that i wasnt welcome in their 'circle'. another gap in my memory, but then i remember them turning on me, getting beaten up, falling over and being told to stay down. we were in some kind of wooden hall at this point, reminded me of the assembly hall from school, but smaller. they were stood around as if they were waiting for something. i was asking them wtf was going on and they were sorta interrogating me in turn. friend was looking at me with contempt, i felt like it was some kind of doublecross. like hed invited me here (?) and pretended to be friendly until the other guys showed up. i gathered that it was some kind of gang thing (drugs? scams?) i remember them looking at a computer screen with, like, h4ck3r code on it. i think they were also involved in like, filming pornos or something too? a woman showed up at one point in some kind of (frankly hideous) burlesque costume with a ridiculously huge curly blonde wig on, being shown to a bed and cameras set up. idk. i was genuinely scared they were gonna murder me or something for finding out their secret. i promised i wouldnt squeal, that i didnt care what they were up to. i remember them all leering down at me. next thing, i was lifted up and set back on my feet. i was stood in the corner with two guys blocking me so i 'couldnt escape' and they continued to make mocking small talk. i contemplated grabbing the one guy and using him to kick off against the other, but i knew there were too many and id just be making the situation worse for myself

then a different guy came in, shorter than the others but seemingly a few years older than us. he was obviously coked up, and seemed to be the leader. picture the mental drug dealer from skins. he, like, looked me up and down and barked questions and orders at the guys. they were discussing what to do with me, it seemed clear i needed to be 'dealt with'. friend was talking to him and said in a blunt matter-of-fact way that he liked having me around for 'nostalgia' and that i 'liked a drink'. crazy guy said something like 'i respect a man that can hold his drink' some other stuff happened, but then basically i was let off the hook. friend stopped being cold and aloof and beamed at me as if this was some kind of initiation. all the guys were, like ,tussling my hair and ribbing on me. it was a very strange contrast.

then i remember being sat in one of those ampitheatre type seats at a cinema. friend was say next to me. i remember seeing an elderly couple sat infront of us, which felt comforting since that meant there were 'normal people' around. contemplated asking for help, but couldnt with friend and his gang around.

at this point i felt like id been there for a few days, and that they were starting to trust me so i wasnt constantly monitored. at the first oppurtunity i made a break for it and took off down one of the halls trying to find some way to escape. as i walked, the building changed and i found myself in a section that was like a school. i barged past a few classes that were taking place, until a teacher shouted 'what are you doing here?' i turned around and in my best old boot impression (real ones know) said 'i dont knooow' the whole class erupted in laughter and i used the opportunity to flee. i saw the drive and gates from the window and knew i was near the entrance. the front doors were wide open when i got there and no one was around so i walked outside, though still worried about being seen. an elderly dog sat guarding the cars and bikes barked at me, but then recognised me and came with me running along ahead. i had no idea where i was but felt that if i coud make it into the town centre i coud catch a bus home or atleast ask directions. then, as i was crossing a road an enormous whale rose over the horizon (even though there was no water around) and the dog ran up its back. i followed, finding it surprisingly easy to hold on; then i woke up.

it wasnt actually like that at all, i tried to go back to sleep and go back into the dream but it didnt work and now ive forgotten most of it.

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sillylilho3 · 1 month ago

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Idk what I wrote but I kept going and now I got this......Idk what to do with it so enjoy!

Why does it physically hurt this much? Like a bruise or a pulling feeling. When I read of other peoples love. I want to be angery, I want to be mean and say how they won't last.....but I cant, because I'm envious. Green with envy, I crave it, I want it, I NEED it. I'm crying and down on my knees begging for what I know won't come yet, what I know the universe won't give me yet, waiting arms open for whoever needs me. Not wants me. Needs me.

ive let so many people in, i tried being everything they wanted and needed me to be......and they still left. I gave them what they needed in the moment. So i was useful to them at least, but never once did i want it to end till i saw that they didnt love me anymore.... I knew they didnt want to be with me, i felt it, i saw it, a few flat out said it. One cheated with someone of a completley different body type.........lets just say i knew they didnt even LIKE me anymore at that point. I felt like I was giving pieces of myself away each time. I dont care about the many of eyes that see or hear me in my pain, good. See it. Know Im hurt and know pain...... I don't care for the people that don't see me. Or worse only see me for what THEY themselves want. It scares me. Watching and seeing everyone and how they interact. Everyday I'm convinced love doesn't exist. Divorce is at the least 50% how marriages end. The amount of times I've seen and witnessed people cheat, or how one falls out of love. Or has a "hall-pass". I cant, it hurts. Everyone I know is divorced or unhappily married. It hurts to think of it, how ill never have love. I don't care for temporary love I want eternal love. I don't want a fling, I don't want anything temporary. Like I said I want to grow up and know each other and grow old together in love... I don't want to cherish something for a small amount of time, only for it to be thrown out later. I want to grow up and old together...... And it hurts so bad. Everywhere I look I just see hookup culture.....and it makes me nauseous. how most people don't even care to love......don't want to, To think all ill ever be to someone is some jerk off material....... It hurts, I want to share my mind and soul.

I want to grow my mind and soul..I want someone smarter than me. I want someone who's just as needy and possessive and OBSESSIVE as me. I need someone matching my crazy! Someone who matches my " freak". Someone to go play human bowling with! Someone to set fires with! Someone id run away from security guards with………

I want someone who needs me to be theirs so bad saying it isn't enough, a ring isn't enough, a baby isn't enough. I need their name on and in me, tattoos with little small hidden signatures of their name, tattoos with secret areas where if you look too hard, you notice sentences claiming me. Claiming me as theirs, numbing my skin so I "don't freak out too much" when they do it themselves cuz "why would i want or need anyone seeing whats mine?" And maybe giving me something so i don't move. Cleaning off the skin so effortlessly due to my unconscious frame. Numbing it, so I don't wake up. But when I do, ill have pretty little tattoos on me that I've always wanted, with little secret writing hidden in the tattoo claiming me as yours, showing me later when I'm gushing to my friends about it. Making sure I keep it moisturized and taken care of.

No arguments to be had. God forbid if I can't take the stupid argument anymore, I try to walk out. They wouldn't let me, trapping me with their body or simply just picking me up and not letting me go. When I start thrashing and yelling they warn me how they "only want what's best and how its in my best interest to behave." When I dont, eventually drugging me and "chaining me up" not with actual chains tho. That's be overkill for someone who's barely 90 pounds. Rationalizing with me. "What do you need sweet thing, cuz you're not leaving me..I've already made that decision." Caressing my tear stained face, "Nono hun, this isn't forever. Just till you understand your mine, your life belongs here. With me. I promise you, you can go outside, sniff flowers, do whatever you want. You just need to understand your mine. And ill do anything to show you" Caressing my body, even when I reject them, too angry to be in the mood. They'd sigh and take a step back, "I just want a family hon, is that too much to ask? I know your scared but your body was made for it! You'd look so pretty, tits huge with milk, belly full of my baby, or even after coming home with them on your hip, please! Hun I'm begging you. I know you'll be fine! Ill be here, do whatever you and mini want and need! Just, trust me...."

The type to "just remember" my period is on its way because of "how much time we spend together"..........even tho I myself have a hard time keeping track. Telling me/remind I need to take my pills, rather it'll be for my anemia, my period, depression or lactose intolerance. I'd know in my mind what each one would look like. Until he handed me a new pill. Different, when giving him a curious look they might just say, " they ran out of the brand I usually get you for ____" I'd chuck it up to that and take the pill without a second thought. He's my bf, my husband, my other half, my soul mate. They only want what's best for me. I'd trust them soooooo much. Little do I know they've been swapping my bc pills for hormone pills, everytime 1 hour after I take the pills. I slowly get more hot and tingly. I think it's just me and take off some layers, then the tingling starts getting worse, its like I'm on fire. Eventually giving up on whatever I was doing and heading to the bedroom, hiding myself under the covers embarrassed and grinding my cunt against the pillows in a fetal position. Whimpering, moaning softly and even crying. But they've been watching. My husband, my partner. Been planning and watching. Opens the door a crack and peers in. Looks in upon his little desperate puppy. Rubbing and humping on anything she can find. He'd step in, dropping his pants to the floor and getting under the covers with me. Shocked I'd stop and try to control myself. They wouldn't let me, setting me in front of them, looking down at the mess between my thighs, "awww baby, your so wet~ is puppys pussy crying? Huh? Does it need daddy to take care of it?" All I would be able to do is whimper while they lick up and taste my juices, prepping me for them, tongue fucking me. Flipping me over and completely mounting me, like I'm an animal. Arms around me holding me in place as he lines up and shoves himself inside me inch by inch. I'd be moaning, whimpering, screaming depending on how deep they went. His legs and hips keeping mine open and following my hips trying to stay connected everytime a thrust sent me running. Keeping me in place and breeding me over and over. This happening for weeks till he was sure his potent seed was planted inside me. Signaled by the increased size of my breasts and continuous grow of my tummy, our baby...

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gals4ever · 10 months ago

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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

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I don’t know how long I’m going to leave for, may be for a few hours to a few weeks, but I just wanted to share with you guys what I’ve been going through because I know you’ll listen.

I might not ever post on here again because im gonna be honest, I only made this account to talk to someone I trusted. That OBVIOUSLY didn’t work out, and it’s okay for things to not work out sometimes, but I can’t bring myself to come back here and look at their account or the messages they once sent me because they’re so different than the ones I just saw now. I am extremely hurt by everyone involved for the things they said about me, and im gonna be honest, I still don’t understand how anything I said was wrong. “She needs to kill herself now!” And they said nothing. The person that I’ve told everything about my life to, went to great lengths just to make sure they had a way to talk to people, and showed my most vulnerable side to, said nothing. I didn’t even know they were showing what I was saying, “she’s still yappin” which is crazy to say about when im showing you how I feel. When we talked in the supposed relationship I was in, I made it my biggest priority to let them know that they could tell me how they felt, and I gave them so many outs before I got attached. I have major abandonment issues and bpd, and I know that’s not their fault or something they should worry about, but it explains why I became so attached and quick to panic when they expressed the thought of leaving me. I don’t even care anymore about them not loving me, it’s just the things that they said about me and let others say. I know they don’t owe me jack shit, but i genuinely trusted them with how i felt and that sensitive and vulnerable side of me i try to keep to myself. I haven’t felt like this in almost four years, and maybe that’s why I started to freak out? It seems like everyone’s forgetting that I warn everyone before they get close to me, BECAUSE I AM A DAMAGED INDIVIDUAL. I am in the recovery process from being physically abused, and sexually used for things that I didn’t even want to do. Worst part is? The people that were saying bad things about me were saying all these kinds of accusations that they can’t even back up.

Like what the hell? You’re saying you have ‘screen recordings of me’ doing what? You say you have so many messages from a lot of people about me, but I never talk to anyone other than the person I trusted and one other friend? This isn’t to bash the person that left me, Im not like that and I have expressed that id like to stay on good terms, it’s to bash the people that said all those awful things about me. I would’ve never known if a friend of mine didn’t show me the screenshots, and if im being honest, I didn’t even want to see them. I would’ve rather been clueless because that genuinely broke me seeing the way they let someone say something so awful about me. Even if I was mad at them, I don’t think I would EVER let someone say something that bad. Because in that moment, reading that stupid message, I did want to do it. I’ve been struggling with suicidal thoughts for a while now and everyone knew that, but they didn’t think that I would see it. They didn’t think that maybe I would be able to see that they hated me so much that they’d wish id die. and that hurts. It hurts more than I can express. I’ve always tried to be a good person, ALWAYS, and even to the people I have problems with im still a big pushover and I take it in the ass like everyone else would’ve; I spend money on people who don’t deserve it just to get them to like me, which I know spending money on someone doesn’t mean you deserve jack shit, but yk.. I think that if you see someone is going out of their way to be friends with you and is trying to gift you things because they think your awesome maybe you shouldn’t say that they deserve to die. I felt so fucking sick reading that, I forgot about everything else that was going on and just centered all my attention on that one statement because i genuinely thought these people cared about me at first. I know I should’ve kept to myself like I always did, but I wanted to be like these people, I wanted to be cool and to be liked because that’s all I’ve ever longed for; I’ve wanted the feeling that someone would care about me. And it seems now that the people I trusted never even deserved to be close to me. That I deserved better. And I don’t want to seem selfish because when this first happened i genuinely thought that I was the worst person in the world because how could someone hate someone like this without a reason; but I know none of this is my fault. I know that I deserve better than to sit and wait for these people to come around and like me again that genuinely never will. I know that one day they’ll read this and get all mad and pissy, because im posting this to my tumblr as well, but i genuinely can’t care anymore about these people. Im not naming anyone out of respect for their privacy, unlike how they were with me. I hope that maybe one day, they’ll realize how fucked up what they said was. The worst part is, I still have a place in my heart for ALL of them because I can’t detach that easily. But maybe I’ll get over this sooner than I think, because im better than this. I don’t deserve to sit and wallow my life away because someone hates me. They don’t need to say sorry to me tbh, they need to say sorry to Sabine because she’s the one that had to listen to me sobbing on the phone for the last three days and tbh.. I think she’s more mad than I am 😭

This is posted from a separate account having nothing to do with tumblr, but I genuinely think you guys deserve to know what I’ve been going through and why I might not upload or draw things anymore for the time being. Im not looking for support or someone to say im in the right because frankly, I can’t give a fuck if you guys think im the crazy one. I just wanted to express myself on this platform for once 😇

I hope you all are having an amazing day and that you feel a lot much better than I do 😭

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#trolls #trolls band together #stimboard #trolls 3 #trolls veneer #velvet trolls #slime stim #brozone #purple stim #stim gifs #hiatus

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lolitastories · 10 months ago

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NOT A CHAPTER

This will be insert of storylines that happens in the future if Yn and Kayce

Chapter 18:

Chapter 17:

Trying to have a baby was difficult if the man you wanted to be the father seemed to be avoiding you at all cost. When Tate was gone with Monica I would come home ready to spend the night with him but he was never home. He would come late and by that time I was already in bed sleeping peacefully. When Tate was here he always wanted him present, which was unusual because when he was over he would send him with John atleast one night. One time I tried going over to his office. A coat robe ready to slip off and available to him but nothing. He had a “Meeting” to get too. I was becoming frustrated but not because I needed all of the pent up feelings to go away but because he is making it seem like he doesn’t want me anymore. “You are being paranoid” I shake my head at the liquor being offered by Beth.

“Stop. That is what they say to women who’s husband are cheating on them” I roll my eyes and start pacing the floor.

“Well it's a good thing he is not your husband then” I look over annoyed at her words. “Kidding. Well not” She smiles getting up to take my arm. “Kayce loves you and you know how busy this world can get you” I hated talking about the ranch. Call me crazy but after leaving the ranch and only taking care of it legally, I didn’t want to be involved with anything else. I hated Kayce was involved but I understood where he was coming from when he told me he couldn’t just leave. We had a huge argument one night when he came beat up so badly it kept him in bed for days. I cried non stop but showed how angry he was with what he was involved with. It took days before I came to terms with it. It took weeks to look at him and finally come up with a solution. He wanted to give up everything so we could be together but I told him it was okay. I knew what I got myself into even before we were together. She pulls me to take a seat.

“It's hard to believe when he doesn’t even kiss me atleast a goodbye!” I stomp my feet seeting back into the couch like a littel girl who is being denied candy.

“How about we go out tonight?” I close my eyes thinking about it. Tate was with Monica until Tuesday and it was currently Saturday. It was enough time to get blasted, like I am sure Beth will try to get me.

“Sure” I threw my hands up in defeat. I will just have to talk with Kayce before I get to the point where I get my frustration out some other way. “I’ll see you at 7?” I get up grabbing my things

“5” I turned over looking at her. We never go out that early. “You need to relax your mind and I know this wonderful place but it's far. '' I shake my head not caring aslong as my mind is not thinking of Kayce for as long as possible. “I will pick you up”

“At the office” I say walking out the door. I was going to spend the rest of the day in the office. Being at home with it being still 11 in the morning wasn’t wise. I would be pacing around the whole house probably eventually crying until I am balled up on the floor. Trying to unlock my door I hear my phone ring. “Hello?” I answer without looking at the caller ID.

“Hey are you busy?” I hear Monica’s voice on the other side of the phone.

“No. I was going into the office to have somthing to do but it can wait. Do you need something?” I pull out my key setting in my purse and put my attention to the phone call.

“Tate has been talking about this restuarant all day when you took him to once. And since it's almost lunch time he was thinking maybe you wanted to join us?” I look over to my office. Being here with only my thoughts might be the same as being stuck at home. Maybe going to lunch with Monica and Tate would be better.

“Of course. I will see you there in 5” We hang up and I go back into my car. I drive up and park waiting for them to show up. “Hey buddy” I smile seeing Tate run up to me and give me a hug.

“He has not stopped talking about this place” She looked up, not really sure about the place.

“It's great!” He pulls away running inside.

“They are good. One of my favorites” I smile waiting for her to walk in behind Tate.

“Welcome” The host smiles as we walk inside. “Table for 3? The gentleman is waiting for you” We turn as we see Tate talking to the waitress already.

“Thank you.” We say walking to the table.

“I will have that in a second” The waitress made sure what Tate had ordered was correct before she left.

“Grandpa said I can come over today for a fishing day!” He said excitily. “Do you want to come too?” How can I tell him no? I don’t mess with horses more than I did the last time I was near one.

“Kid she doesn’t know how to ride a horse” I thank Monica with an uneasy smile.

“But last time you rode with dad. You can ride with me or grandpa this time”

“Thanks buddy but I am not dressed up for the occasion” Yeah a pencil skirt and heels isn’t proper for riding a horse or even fishing.

“Aunt Beth can let you borrow something”

“Okay but if the horse tries anything I will have to skip the fishing trip”

“Deal” He smiles. The food came soon after that.

“So how is the house going?” Monica spoke as we were digging into our food.

“Good. Hard to compermise but it's getting there.”

“Dad doesn’t like the couch” I laugh nodding my head. I didn’t want a leather couch. My parents always had dark brown leather couches in the house but I always liked the large cloth couches.

“And it's a cream color so his fear of keeping it clean is worse” Monica laughs along. “It's not like we have 20 people living at home”

“And what did you have to agree on?” I smile knowing she has been in the same place as me so she knows how annoying it can be to deal with Kayce.

“Having a bathtub” I didn’t like bathtubs. I preferred showers. I wanted a vanity or something more useful in that corner but I agreed to have my couch.

“I love the bathtub!” Tate says with a mouth full.

“That's why I don’t regret the decision. He doesn’t fight taking a bath anymore” Monica turns over with a smile.

“So all it takes is a bathtub to keep you clean?” Tate nods with a big smile. “Have to get one at home because I can’t keep him clean” We were exaggerating but Tate had a difficult time wanting to take a shower but now we have a difficult time getting him out the tub.

“Can you get one with the jets?” He saw the cataloug where we were picking them out and was angry at the fact we didn’t choose one with jets

“I will see” We smiled at Tate who had finished his first plate and went on to the next. Once our food was done we met again in the ranch. Thankfully Rip called Tate over to work on his horse and that took most of the day until I looked down and checked the time.

“It's okay if you have plans, Tate will understand” I looked over to Monica who was standing next to me with a smile.

“No” I shake my head. It was almost 5 and I had texted Beth that I was going to the ranch so she would find me and honestly if she didn’t I don’t really feel like going anywhere right now. “Beth invited me for drinks tonight but I think it's best if I don’t go”

“What?” I look over to her, confused. “I wasn’t going to say anything but you have not been in a good mood for a couple of days.” Gee thanks. “I think you need this,” I was about to say something like no I don’t and going out with Beth will only get me in a worse mood but she wraps her arms around mine and leads me inside the house. “To prove it I will be going too” I smiled a little allowing her to lead me upstairs and into Beth's room. I was forced, which says nothing since I didn’t fight Monica on changing into different clothes. Beth soon came in trying to get ready for the night before she spent getting me ready.

“Alright I think we are ready to go, '' Beth says, looking infront of the mirror before turning to us. “Lets go” We go downstairs and wait in the car so Monica can say goodbye to Tate as she leaves him with Rip until John comes home.

“Come on. We were going to have fun” Monica says from the back seat.

“She is having troubles with my little brother”

“Oh so that's why you have been pissy all day” I look over annoyed.

“I have not!” I argue. I have not, I didn’t even believe myself

“He has been busy and to make it worse she hasn’t gotten some for,? How long has it been” She looks over quickly at me with a grin.

“Shut up” I groan slidding down more into the seat. I fold my arms together looking over to the window. “Almost 2 months” I whisper. I hear them chuckle at my responds.

“I can’t go a week without it,I can’t imagine 2 months” Beth says laughing.

“I am going to throw myself out the car”

“Don’t be pissy. We are going to make you feel better, you will see” Monica said as she laid a gentle hand on my shoulder. I take a deep breath, I don’t know what is going to happen but I need to get this tension out before it drives me crazy. We have been driving for about 10 minutes and I am beginning to think they are going to ditch me in some ditch since I have not stopped frowning since we got in the car. There is nothing 10 minutes away from town that is interesting enough to take this ride.

“Alright we are going off road a little” Beth says turning into a dirt road. Now I truly believe they are going to kill me off somewhere.

“If this is your idea of fun and distracting, I don’t like it” I hear a low chuckle from both of them. I sit up leaning forward when I notice a faint light ahead. The sun was going down on the other side of us so it was dark enough to see light coming from torches? “Are we going there?” I pointed and turned to look at Beth who only nodded. “You know I hate the outside right? If this is supposed to make me feel better than you don’t know me at all” I didn’t have time to take a full glance at what was infront of us since it was still feet away but also because I almost went throught the windshield. Always wear your seatbelts kids!. “What the hell Beth?” I look over as she puts the car in reverse.

“Get out,” She says dryly. “Y/N” She unlocks the car and points outside. “Get out” I roll my eyes a bit. “I need to back up and I don’t want to hear anymore of your whining” It should have pissed me off but it didn’t. Beth was like that. I opened the door and as soon as the door slammed shut she was backing up at a fast pace.

“What the fuck Beth?!” They did ditch me. Not in a ditch dead but ditched me non the less. I will probably be dead before the sun hides away. I gave up looking at the direction they went hoping they would show up. I turn around and walk toward the lights. As I came up you could see torches around the set of multiple pillows and blankets. A middle platter with drinks and what I am guessing is covered up food. “I have totally pissed them off when Beth took her time to do all of this” I lift my hands up in frustration. I have let Kayce’s absence get to me. Usually I didn’t need his attention but lately it was all I was craving. Not sexually but emotionally. I haven’t been attached to someone as I have gotten with him. It's not like I needed him every second of the day but lately since I feel like we have spent less and less time together, I have missed him so much.

“She only did part of this” I looked up frightened at the voice until I saw it was Kayce popping up out of nowhere. It was an open field. It was a field of some sort of grain but it was short so it didn’t even reach my knees.

“What are you doing here?” in the distance you could see a faint building but nothing after that. When did he get here?

“I heard you have been pissy all day?” I see a slight grin on his face as he walks around the pillow and blankets.

“I have not” I roll my eyes not wanting to look at him right now. How dare he show up right now? If he did all of this, what was it for? For the amount of time he has been neglecting me?

“Hey, come back to me” He uses one hand to grab my chin so I have no choice but to look at him, which I didn’t mind. The other wraps around my waist to pull me closer. I guess I was so engulfed in my mind that I didn’t notice the faint music playing until he started swaying. “I need you to stay with me until I finish the speech I have prepared” I furrowed my brow, curious about what he was doing.

“I can do that” I smile, moving my hand up to grab a hold of each side of his face to pull him closer.

“I need to get throught the speech before any of this goes on” I close my eyes, feeling his nose rub against mine before he pulls apart. He puts some space between us holding onto both my hands. “I am not for speeches so don’t give me hell for it” I smile faintly nervous about what is to come. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Years ago I was so stupid to let you go. I was scared and when I heard about your dreams and goal I knew I couldn’t get inbetween that. Well also back then I didn’t think I deserve someone like you so I held myself back from trying. But the past is the past and now that I have you I will never be that stupid again. I still think I don’t deserve someone like you. So smart and witty. Beautiful and kind to even the ones who don’t deserve it. You accepted me with my whole crazy family but most importantly Tate. He loves you and he was actually the one who pushed me to do this, not that I didn’t want to do it but was procrastinating at the right time.” I wanted to laugh and hug him but his movement stopped me. I always see these in movies. How the guy gets on one knee then he has a hard time finding the ring but finally he extends his hands and opens the little black box and says, “Will you marry me?” I usualy would roll my eyes and smile because even if it was annoying it was their moment. Their piece of heaven and this one was mine.

“Yes” I nod my head wrapping my arms around him once I fall onto my knees. He was my piece of heaven.

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