This choice: Patty decides to let Ana keep you as her towel. • Go Back...Chapter #5Taken Home by the Twins by: Unknown Ana gripped you tightly, and held you out for your sister. Patty reached for you, but then a devilish grin spread across her face.
“Actually…you two can keep that towel.” Patty decided, smiling.
“Really?” Ana asked, surprised.
“Yes. I have plenty of towels at home, and you seemed to enjoy that one.”
“Thank you so much!” Ana cheered. She was so happy that she could keep the towel. It had felt so soft and comfortable. She waved goodbye to Patty as she began walking away. She slung you over her shoulder, burying your face in her back.
“Tell Jill we said hi!” Kat called, before her and her sister, along with you, disappeared from Patty’s view. Patty snickered, knowing that you were much closer to the twins than they thought.
Meanwhile, you were furious at Patty for not rescuing you from the twins when she had a chance. Instead, she had doomed you to an even worse fate. Your chances of escaping life as a towel grew smaller and smaller with each passing second.
Kat and Ana walked all that way back to their house, chatting and laughing about normal girl topics. You were irritatingly bounced up and down by Ana’s movements, but there was nothing you could do to stop her. She saw you as nothing but a simple, soft towel. Eventually they reached their house, and they walked inside.
Ana handed you off to her sister while she went upstairs to shower. Kat took you and the other towels they had used at the beach downstairs. She approached the washing machine, and tossed you in within a second thought. The lid to the washing machine was closed, casting you in darkness. Your entire world began to spin as freezing water splashed around you. Kat walked back upstairs, humming a little tune to herself.
Twenty minutes later, the wash cycle had ended. The twins’ mothers, Stacy and Emma, opened up the washing machine, and retrieved the various articles of clothing. Unfortunately, the washing machine had done nothing to free you from your circumstances. You were still towel shaped, and the hard blue paint covering your body had not chipped at all.
Stacy picked you up, and placed you in the dryer. After another ten minutes of dizzying torture, she removed you and handed you to Emma. Emma took you upstairs to her bedroom. She opened up a drawer where all of the towels in the family were kept, and folded you up neatly inside. Several towels were placed on top of you, hiding you from view, and the drawer was closed. You were left to silently sob to yourself for what felt like an eternity.
After one painfully long week, the drawer was opened again. It had been opened several times during the week, but now you were the towel on top. As harsh light burned your eyes, you saw the smiling face of Stacy. She picked you up, and dropped you into a bag along with a sexy red bikini and some tanning lotion. Clearly, she was planning on going to the beach.
Stacy went outside and climbed into her car. Kat, Ana, and Emma were out shopping, so it was just going to be her at the beach. She placed the bag containing you on the passenger seat, and drove off.
After a short drive, she arrived at the beach. She climbed out, and carried her bag to a nice empty spot on the otherwise crowded beach. She laid grabbed you from the bag, and spread you out on the sand. Just then, she realized she still had to change into her bikini. She grabbed her bikini top and bottom, and rushed off to the locker room.
You realized that this was going to be your only chance for a very long time to reform. There was no pressure holding you back except for the layer of blue paint, which had begun to get weaker over the past week. You willed your body to break free and reform as hard as you could. However you quickly realized you didn’t have enough time.
Suddenly, you saw your sister Patty walking by. She was by herself, and she had a towel in her hand, set to enjoy a day at the beach. As if she could somehow sense you, her attention was drawn to your towel-like form lying on the ground.
She cocked her head quizzically, and then grinned mischievously. She recognized that it was you. You knew your sister
could be quite cruel, but she usually knew when enough was enough. You prayed and hoped that she would rescue you from your fate. Does she?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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