There was no reason to panic, at least not yet. Your shirt had changed, but you were sure there was a logical explanation for that. Your pants had also become looser, which caused you be at a loss for an explanation.
Something about this wasn't right. You look at your arms, and they look the same. All those reps that you had done in the weight room were really paying off. What was it that was bugging you so much?
Shrugging your shoulders you decide that it wasn't that important. You just wish that your girlfriend, Sarah, would hurry up and finish her shopping. It was bad enough that she was expecting you to pay for the limo, your tux, dinner, and photos for Prom, but now she was dragging you to the mall when you could be at home playing videogames.
"She does have a great set of tits, though." You think to yourself as you smirk.
Sarah walks out of the store and looks around confused. She was really cute when she did that. Deciding it would be a good idea, you sneak up behind her wrap your arms around her.
"Hey, cutie, where do you think you're going?" You laugh as your kiss the back of her neck.
Sarah screams at a decibel louder than you've ever heard before she takes her purse and starts beating you furiously with it.
"What's the big idea, creep?" Sarah shouts loudly as she continues to pummel you with her purse.
A crowd is gathering around, watching what appears to be a petite girl beat an athletic boy to death with a purse. Her blows finally become unbearable and you break down sobbing.
"Sarah, it's me," You try to explain. "What's gotten into you?"
"Who are you, I don't know you!" Sarah demanded, pausing from beating you.
"I'm your boyfriend," You whimper. "You wanted me to go shopping with you today. I thought it would be cute to sneak up on you and surprise when you left Morganville."
Sarah's eyes turned as big as saucers as she realized that her wish had come true. She helped you to your feet and began to kiss you, apologizing all the time. Wrapping her arm around your waist she led you to the food court. Many of the people that had witnessed you being assaulted just snickered or rolled their eyes.
Your pride was wounded, and you figured that it would be best to break the bad news to Sarah now. Maybe after your beating she would be more understanding of your financial situation. You hadn't actually reserved a limo for Prom because you couldn't afford it. If you told her the truth now, then maybe you could get off without having to find an emergency limo service.
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