“Ok Doc” Hangman sighs. He then pushes you off his lap to your feet with a firm grip under your skirt and on your ass.
You quickly stormed away on your cowgirl boots to the bar. You are steaming mad and have even begun muttering to yourself.
You reached the bar and told the old bartender. “We need some burgers and fries for that table.” pointing to your gang.
“How many and what they want on em’?” Asked the cook from window behind the bar.
“I don’t give a damn! You can spit in them for all I care!” You yelled back.
Standing beside you the beautiful woman in the Daisy Dukes who said sarcastically.
“Your doing a great job hun. Threatening customers, yelling about spitting in food. Your really going for employee of the month.”
You response under your breath “Shut up Bitch!”
The woman sighs and then snaps her fingers. As soon as she does you feel something tickling your shoulders. You quickly look and see that you now had shoulder length silky black hair. You turned to her glaringly.
The woman gets face to face with you and smiles like a cat looking at a flightless canary.
She then says smugly “It’s pronounced witch, but it’s find. English is your second language after all.”
You clench your fists and you...
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