Run, Find Carrie

You turn around and run out of the store. You need to go warn Carrie. You need to get that lipstick off her.

You head back to the store where she works. You step in looking for her. You find her quickly.

“Carrie! You need to get that lipstick off! It’s EvilGlam!”

“I know, Nick. Don’t you just love the color?”

She purses her lips and blows you a kiss.

You are shocked. “Doesn’t it bother you?”

She laughs. “It did for about a moment. Then I saw my reflection and it was just too fucking cool.”

You slip closer to Carrie, grabbing a cotton shirt. You spring at her, wiping her lips with the shirt.

You feel her grab you by the balls and give a not so playful squeeze.

“That isn’t going to work, Nick. I’m wearing PermanentlyPurple enhancer. And, if you try that again I swear, I’ll rip your balls off.”

“You have to take it off, Carrie. This isn’t you.”

“Fuck that, Nick. It is me. I’ve been pining for the feel of EvilGlam ever since you took the Sapphic Red off me. Now you have two choices. We can break up and you can get lost, or you can accept this as the new me and we can have a fucking blast.” She loosens her grip and begins playing with your balls. “Your choice, Nick.”