Your eyes open, and you are sitting in a chair. You are dressed in a black shirt and shorts, and are oddly barefoot. You see a young girl in her 20s, getting ready. You are confused, looking around. "What am I doing here...?" you say to yourself. The woman gives you a strange look, "Glenn, are you feeling alright?" She asks, concerned. You nod and smile. "I'm fine." You say, and she nods. "Good." She says, smiling sweetly as she gets out some pink nail polish and wipes it on the rim of the bottle. You give her a strange look, "Umm... what are you doing?" you ask her. She nonchalantly starts painting your toenails bright pink, "Giving you the pedicure you asked for?" she asks, confused as she continues them.
She does your hands, and you can't move or tell her you don't want her to. She just smiles at you, continuing your makeover with pink glittery lipstick. You pucker up instantly, unable to control yourself. You try to tell her no, and to stop, but your mouth just waits for the lipstick. She puts it on rather heavy. "Smack your lips together, Glenn." She says with a smile. You obey, smacking your lips and tasting it. You gag, and you feel the dryer on your head turn off. You blink and the girl smiles at you again. "We'll do the rest after your hair." She says, and you smile. "Thanks miss." You say, your voice sounding high.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.10 seconds at 2:32pm on Dec 23, 2024 via server WEBX1.