This choice: Who you are and why you where in her house. • Go Back...Chapter #8Busted by Mom by: Unknown You had just barely shut your family apartment door behind you, when you heard a very distinct voice sound from the other end of the hallway.
“Hold it! Who the hell are you?” The angry voice of your mother rang out, “And what were you doing in my home?” You turned your head, seeing the very angry form of your mother storm down the hall toward you.
“And what’s that in your hand?!”
For some reason, that made you dart the other way toward the stairwell at the end of the hall. You really didn’t want to get into a confrontation with your mom, especially when you looked like this. And you knew that she’d never believe you if you actually told her the truth. Hell, you wouldn’t believe yourself either.
“Stop, you little tramp!” Your mother yelled. As she broke into a run some 20 feet behind you. You swiftly ran as fast as your slim legs could carry you into the stairwell, and immediately began jumping down flights of stairs. Taking one look up towards your mother you could see her glaring daggers down at you as she dialed a number on her phone. You didn’t need to be think twice to figure you’d have apartment security, and maybe even law enforcement after you in a few minutes.
“Nawt even an half an hour as Harley and Ah’m already bein’ treated like ‘er.” You mutter under your breath as you now get a front row seat to your body’s new anatomy. Your thighs brushed together where they didn’t before, and the flesh on your chest bouncing like balls with each rushed step you took down each stair.
You burst through the stairwell door, your more acrobatic form letting you jump past the waiting security, and out the door, all with a steady and firm hand on the doll that had done this to you. The wailing of police sirens, security telling you to stop, and weird looks people gave you.
After a few minutes of running, you lost the last guy chasing you. You stood in an alley on the seedier side of town, up against the wall, doll firmly grasped in one hand, a hand on your chest as you fought to catch your breath. This body could run way better than your old one, a more pleasant surprise, but now it was exhausted.
The sound of police sirens caught your attention immediately, they were close, and if they saw you, the chase was on again, and you weren’t sure you could still outrun everyone there. Your head darted around for a place to hide, not giving a rat’s ass what it was. Seeing a back door slightly ajar, you run right in, shutting the door behind you just as the police drove past.
Sighing in relief, You slide down the door.
“Gawd that was close.” You say, before crawling up to your feet, the back door to this place, wherever it was, was full of dark violet curtains, and not very well lit. But there was clear blaring music of some rock song you didn’t care to recognize, and a crowd of people, mostly men, talking and cheering. You slowly peek out from behind one of the curtains, trying to see what you got yourself into, before your heart almost stops.
“Ah night club.” You say, stepping away from the curtain in horror, “A bod’ like this and ah found mahself in a night club.” You say panicked...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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