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(Story 6 Page 290) Walking Nightmare
“It’s okay, Dan, I’m here with you. I’m sure it won’t be so bad,” Jake placed a shoulder around Daniel’s shoulder, almost unable to circling around his— her body for being so tall this time.
“Yeah, right. You’re only saying that because you want to bone him— I mean her,” Pammy accuses bluntly, folding her arms under her chest.
Jake grinned when he was busted. “Well, can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“What? No!” Daniel backed off, disturbed upon hearing the other guy’s intention. “I’m a guy, I don’t wanna sleep with other dudes.”
“It’s not just some other dude. Just me,” Jake pointed out.
“That’s really not the point!” Daniel squealed, and inside he was curses all over for sound like such a damsel in distress. The kind of voice she was making was only garnering more unwanted attention to herself. Wait, when did he start referring to herself as a she? Dang, she did it again! Curses!
“Guys, you gotta help me out over here.” But when Daniel turned to the others, they only gave her pitiful looks. It seemed like even they didn’t think there would be any other way out of this.
“This can’t be happening,” Daniel whimpered, close to tears.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna take good care of you,” Jake patted her by the shoulder with a smile.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s any other way to turn you back,” Gassan threw her an equally concerned look.
“What am I supposed to do now? My life is ruined,” she cried helplessly, rubbing the side of her heels at her face.
“It’s alright. Daddy’s got you. If your parents don’t want you anymore, you can live in my house,” Jake said with a happy grin on his face, looking way too enthusiastic for someone who had become so unlucky.
“Oh puh-lease, you just want to take advantage of her,” Pammy butted in, “And stop referring to yourself as ‘Daddy’. It’s appalling.”
“Oh geez, why don’t you mind your own business, Pam?” Jake shot back.
And while his friends are arguing, Daniel was slowly making his descend to desperation.
No . . . This couldn’t be. He didn’t want to stay looking like this. Not for the rest of his life . . . .
Written by Stella Purple on 17-06-2017 and this page is yet to be reviewed
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