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Chapter 3 by JingleJester JingleJester

What catches your eye?

The sweet smelling pink girl a few seats down the bar.

A few stools down the bar, you spot a relatively human looking girl with light-pink skin. Her hair is shoulder length and a slightly darker shade of pink than the rest of her body. She wears a dark-red, knee length cocktail dress that looks as though it were fashioned from strands of licorice, and a pair of black go-go boots.

Standing up from your seat, you begin to approach her; allowing your nostrils to take in the strange scent of what you assume to be her perfume. It smells like a mixture of peppermint and caramel, and reminds you of when you'd hunt through the isles of the local sweet shop; searching for the perfect treat.

As you stop next to her, she finishes the remainder of her glass and turns to face you before you can speak; giving you a pleasant smile. You quickly stammer out a polite greeting, introducing yourself while trying not to sound overly nervous. She softly giggles at you and brushes her bangs away from her left eye; making her hair appear as if it were a solid mass. Actually, now that you're close enough, you can see that it IS a solid mass.

"Nice to meet you," she responds cheerfully, "my name is Clemen." You try to think of something witty or clever to say, but instead you idiotically ask her about her hair. You're about slap yourself for being so foolish, but she doesn't seem to be bothered by your forward question. "Well, it's because my hair is made from bubblegum." She says nonchalantly, before adding "So is most of my body, actually."

Ever one to point out the obvious, you mention to her that where you come from, people eat bubblegum. "It's pretty much the same where I'm from as well." She responds. "I'm from dimension 244-F99-PB3, it's classified as a flat dimension." You have no idea what 'flat dimension' means, but politely nod and allow her to continue. "The dominant species where I'm from started making artificial life forms out of food to cater to their hedonistic lifestyle about 500 years back." Not wanting to be rude, you suppress a giggle at the unintentional food pun and allow Clemen to finish her story. "About 80 years back, our species achieved the status of legal citizens; so I thankfully don't have to weight on anyone hand and foot."

After finishing her story, she looks at you with her large green eyes; as if expecting you to respond. Unfortunately, you lack any experience in tactful social interaction. Instead of sharing anything interesting about where you're from or what humans are like, you instead make a comment about her she must be very sweet; since she's made of bubblegum.

Realizing you just made an offhand comment about what she tastes like, your cheeks suddenly become very red and you set to work stumbling over your tongue; trying to explain that you weren't trying to be lewd or cannibalistic. However, before you can even begin to approach would could be considered a coherent thought; she raises a finger to her lips as if to silence you.

"If you want to know just how sweet I can be, then meet me in the red bathroom in 10 minutes." she says with a sly wink. Getting up from her stool, she begins to walk away; pausing only to add, "I'll be in the furthest stall from the door." After that, she walks deeper into the lounge; past the bar counter and out of sight.

Picking your jaw up off the floor, you can hardly believe whats happened. Less than an hour ago you were killing time on your computer, and now it appears that your about to get laid. Sure it's with some weird bubblegum golem, but it's a lay none the less. Of course, with all the crazy stuff that's happened today, it might not be too wise to follow her. What if her species operates by praying mantis rules, eating the head of their mate after sex. After this morning, you're not necessarily going to rule it out.

Glancing at your watch, you realize that you've been debating what to do for almost 5 minutes now. She did say to meet her in 10 minutes, right? That means you're running out of time? You've got to make a decision, and you've got to make it quick!

Do you follow the Gum Girl?

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