“Oh god my head hurts like hell” where the Marshall’s first thoughts as he woke up from another drunken bender going out clubbing. Marshall has a habit of going to a club getting hammered and leaving with whatever girl would sleep with him.
He usually Liked to try and leave clubs as quickly as possible due to his appearance as Marshall has quite a unique problem of people mistaking him for a girl. This was because of his Slender figure and height of 5’5. It didn’t help that he also had quite a feminine face. This usually led him into quite a few awkward situations, with the worst one being when a big strong guy mistakes him for his girlfriend and french kissed him, and punched him in the face when he realised he was a guy.
Marshall then looked around the room he was in and realised that he had went to girl he slept with’s house, it wasn’t the first time this had happened but he couldn’t see the girl he slept with anywhere.
Her name was Brittney and she wasn’t the usual type of girl that he would go for. She was the same height as him and had blonde hair and an hourglass figure. She wore a tight pink dress and was bossy, sassy and air headed.
As Marshall got up he realised he was completely naked he also got a good look at the room he was in. It was all pink and filled to the brim with cosmetic products wardrobes and a vanity table.
And yet for all the stuff in her room, Marshall could not find the one thing he needed...his clothes, he searched all over the room praying he had some luck, even searching her trash can to see if she put them in there like his ex girlfriend did but it was all in vein.
Marshall was starting to panic now, he couldn’t find his phone his wallet or his keys. Not only that but at this rate he was going to be late for an important job interview at a salon, Marshall hated girly stuff like that but he needed the money and new how to put on makeup thanks to his Ex teaching him.
Marshall then saw the note that Brittney had left in the vanity mirror ripping it off and beginning to read it to gain some understanding of what was going on.
‘Hi whatever you’re name was, I’m so glad you let me talk you into letting me pick out an outfit for you to wear to your interview and trust me you’re going to look super pretty and stylish and they’ll hire you just because of how pretty you’ll look. But in case you don’t want to wear something pretty and pink I’ve got your ugly ratty clothes with me, I’ll probably be at the shopping mall if you want them back for some reason. Anyway I’ll see you later Cutie and I hope your job thingy goes well - Love Brittney p.s. if you come for you’re old clothes and you’re other stuff you’ll only get them if you wear the pretty outfit I picked out for you’.
“That stupid Bitch” Murmured Tim as he realised what had happened. While drunk he must of told her about how him and his ex swapped clothes and how he had a big interview today and Britney must have talked his drunk ass into letting her choose what he wears too it.
Tim slapped himself in the face for being so stupid he knew that once this was over he probably want going to drink for a while. He then went to see what clothes Brittney left for him and prayed they were at least subtle.
Tim’s jaw dropped when he saw what Brittney had chosen for him to wear for the interview. And it was not subtle. Brittney had left a tight white women’s business shirt for him, a Bright pink blazer and tight Mini skirt combo, bright Pink stilettos, a full set of pink lingerie, a Purse filed with cosmetics and A bright blond wig that was styled to make him look more Sexy.
Tim wanted to scream he realised that he was going to have to go out looking like a Business Bimbo. It was the most humiliating thing possible for him. But he had no choice but to wear all of it if he wanted his stuff back from Brittney.including that stupid Blonde wig. But then he thought about what other clothes Brittney had.
Maybe she had something more causal laying about that wouldn’t be too embarrassing to wear like a pink t shirt and jean shorts. But that Would also mean he’d lose his phone, his wallet, and his house keys.
Tim spent a minute trying to work out what to do and decided to.....
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