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“Hiiii! I’m-“
“Reggie. I’m sorry but I don’t talk to older women. You have to be 36.”
“No I’m...36... right?” You say, looking down to see that you have aged to your mid-30s.
“And please,” he adds. “I don’t talk to mothers in a mid-life crisis who dress like teens.”
Your Gucci clothes are replaced by a way sexier outfit, and, remembering that you have a kid, you feel a pressing need to look good.”
“Why are you still here? Get lost. I’m sorry you’re horny and dumb and wanna get in my car but I can’t let you.”
You feel a massive headache coming on as you are teleported to the door of his car. When your headache goes away, you feel so girly and dumb and horny; you gotta fuck this guy!
“Please pleeeeeeeease let me in! Pretty pleeeeease!”