Not sure.

Looking down at your sexy little pussy you can’t help but notice your cute little feet have sparkly purple nail polish and around your right ankle is a house arrest device. “What the hell, that wasn’t there a second ago.” You say staring at it. Suddenly someone begins knocking loudly on the door. “Fuck.” You say quietly, then as they knock a third time, louder now, you yell, “Just a second.” As you race to find something to put on you can’t help but notice your hair is cut in a cute sort of punk style pixie, reddish purple, with a lot of your head basically buzz cut and what is on top allowed to fall in a short sexy mess. Your face is somehow familiar, extremely cute and sexy, with a pierced nose, gauges in your ears and a little spike of a stud in the center under your mouth. “Oh wow I’m like part Hispanic or something.” You say quietly as you go into the bedroom. You find a yellow tank top long enough to fall to the middle of your thighs, with some rather r rated anime characters on the front posing like a half robot burlesque show.

You pull open the door and see an older man, 50 easy, with a beer gut, 5 o’clock shadow, and balding in the center. You look at him and say, “What do you want Carl. You know mom said you aren’t supposed to talk to me anymore.”

He holds out his hand, “Yer mom sent me. She needs to borrow the Fiat.”

“Bull shit.” You say angrily.

He looks you over, “Girl are you wearing any pants?” He reaches out to tug the hem of your shirt up as he asks.

You slap his hand but he doesn’t let go, “Quit it Carl.”

“I can come in if you want.” He says licking his lips.

“Eew. You’re my stepdad. Mom would kick my ass.” You say and can’t believe how bratty you sound.

“Come on, we got time.” He says.

You can’t believe you are actually considering it. “No way you are gross.” You say but don’t even believe it yourself.