Not Cool

Joy tried her best, she really did. But she couldn't help bursting out laughing at Charlie's outburst, she never would have expected that to be the connection that he would make. She sat on the floor, leaning back against the front of the couch to steady herself.

''What the fuck?'' Charlie jumped up off the couch, clearly displeased that Joy was laughing at him.

''I'm sorry... It's not...It's just... you...makeup...'' Joy was attempting to regain her composure, but only succeeded in continuing to laugh and now, point at Charlie's changed cock.

''You know what, fuck this'' Charlie stomped off, starting to gather his clothes and get dressed. He pulled the tattered remains of his shirt back on and turned towards Joy, who had now just about managed to calm herself down from her bout of laughter.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh like that'' Joy said, wiping the last few tears of laughter away from her eyes.

''Sure you didn't, right. You've got a pretty fucked up sense of humour. How did you even dye my pubes that quick? And I didn't even hear you shave them''

That line of questioning sent Joy into another fit of laughter.

''Fuck this'' Charlie mumbled, stomping towards the door. ''Tell John to call me later''

Ready to leave, he swung the door open, only to be met with a strange sight.