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Chapter 8 by wicker wicker

Oh, we know it's going to get much much worse, but in what direction?

Bad to Worse

Having been asleep that long, Kristen was pretty ripe with body odor. She reached for her deodorant, but when she opened it, it was dry and crumbled. "What the fuck?!" she screamed. Her armpits and legs were hairy, and her eyebrows needed a good tweezing too.

She walked to her phone again, but it was dead. She walked to her dresser and found all of her underwear gone. "What the actual fuck?!" she screamed.

She angrily walked to her closet. She opened it and saw only skimpy slutty uniforms. "If this is some sort of joke, it's not fucking funny!!!!" she screamed. She looked around and saw no one. She walked to her window, and saw her car with the four flats and a layer of dust on it. "Seriously!!!" she screamed. She walked back to the closet and stared at the porno clothes. She sighed and knew she would have to put one on if she was to leave the house.

which does she choose?

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