Oof, this one was prominently terrible. She sat with her laptop out while eating a yogurt, clearing browsing Facebook. Her idea of fun apparently included judging people's newest pictures to see if they were any good looking. Let's get some vitals.
Bit of a little whore for 22 years old. Used to getting her way with her charm. The typical pretty blonde girl, wearing tight jeans, little white thong, and a white tank top. 34B breasts in a push-up bra; adorable.
Each day that I choose to do this, I try to get creative. Admittedly, I've helped movie theaters full of women realize they should be exercising more, and wearing lingerie at all times. But lately I've been trying to be creative. Let's see here.
I focused on her. "You know, I can be quite a bitch sometimes." Push.
She smiled as she clicked through the site unphased. She knew it. Typical bitch deserves this:
"I should stop being such a bitch. Every time I'm silently mean to someone, I'm going to wet myself for one second." Push.
She raised her eyebrows in superficial disbelief. She had no idea why she suddenly decided to wet herself when being mean to another person. She regained her composure, trying to shrug it off and blaming it on watching too much TV lately. If only, you silly bitch.
"Whenever I'm mean to someone verbally, I'm going to wet myself for two seconds. If I've run out of urine, instead I'll slap myself in the face. This should help me be a better person." Push.
She pulled herself back from the laptop sharply. Oh, her face. Her jaw dropped as she just stared into nothingness, accepting her reality. But she wasn't getting off that easily. I quickly made her forget that anything weird happened; the suggestion will be there, I want this to happen naturally.
I laid back and prepared for the show. I moved my seat to be a bit less out of her vision. I listened to her every thought:
"SOPA... SOPA... environment. Oh boy, another stupid mirror pic." I smiled. She pissed herself a bit. Her eyes bulged and she wasn't sure if it had actually happened. She felt for it and it was true: she just had a very tiny accident. She decided to get up, but I decided to keep her down, much to her confusion. She couldn't put together why she'd pissed herself, or why she wouldn't clean it up. She went on to her emails.
"Ugh, these fucking idiots keep sending me spam." Again. "What the fuck?!" she thought to herself. "What did I eat?" She shifted her position a bit, visibly disturbed by her incontinence and the darkening blue spot around her crotch.
Sadly it was rather uneventful after that for some time, until she took out a granola bar to finish while silently judging people. Her reactions were always priceless unbelievabilty, but I began to get bored. I released her with a final push.
"I'm disgusting! I just completely pissed myself. I'm going to clean myself up, but I don't feel like showering for the rest of the day. I realize now that the more insulting I am, the more I'll piss myself." Push.
She got up very quickly, obviously happy with her decision to finally clean herself, but still holding that remarkable expression of confusion. She put a scarf through her belt loop to hide the wet spot around her crotch. There you go, another bitch on the path to humbleness.
One more for today... let's give some penance. |