A feeling of astonishment and excitement was quickly replaced with one of slight horror when Steven noticed the blonde hair hanging loosely from the deflated head of the skin he was holding. Taking another look down at the clothes on the floor, the leather flats looked familiar, but they weren't Alexa's patent ones. Dropping the skin on the floor for a moment, Steven grabbed the Wilko polo shirt and inspected the name badge... 'Rebekah'.
"Oh fuck!" Steven exclaimed quietly, realizing that he'd turned Becky into a 'costume' instead of Alexa. He fell backwards onto his backside and just stared at the skin for a moment that laid at his feet in a heap. He knew he couldn't stay put, and he doubted he'd have time to try and 'inflate' Rebekah again and get her dressed. Maybe his plan hadn't been so fool proof after all.
When he heard a noise at the toilet door, he quickly gathered up Rebekah's clothing and her skin and closed the stall door, sliding he lock into place. He then sat on the toilet and lifted his feet up so they couldn't be seen under the stall door.
When someone entered the restroom humming a tune, Steven knew it was Alexa. And in that instant... Steven knew he had a decision to make. He could still salvage his original plan, and shoot Alexa with the gun, turning her into a wearable costume. Or.. he could put Rebekah on and assume her identity for now. He knew Alexa would be in the toilets for at least 10 minutes while she got changed, so he'd have time to do either.
Keeping as quiet as he possibly could, Steven decided to...
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.42 seconds at 3:47am on May 15, 2025 via server WEBX2.