This week on Flashback Friday we revisit a familiar face in a not-so-familiar body. T’g aptioner p-l-richards found himself facing the wrath of Femnonymous as they sought to e an example of him to other cappers. Once captured, he was surgically transformed y the shadowy group and forced to use his creativity once more to pen the fates of others
See you later.” Three words that set the cogs in motion…of everything that would transpire, but more
specifically and crucially, the gears in the minds of Jared and Rory as they watched Aunt Clarissa leave for
work. She wasn’t their real aunt of course. most aunts aren’t. she was one of those aunts who were actually
just an unspecified family friend. the title of ‘aunt’ bestowed upon them to ensure respect. With Clarissa the
title just stuck. even when the boys reached their late teens. It made even less sense when you realise that
Jared and Rory aren ‘t even related and that Clarissa was the mutual best-friend of their respective mothers,
who over the years had made the most of their friendships by sending the boys to stay with their ‘aunt’ near
the sea whenever they felt like a quiet weekend.
It’s Friday once again and so as always there ‘s a Flashback coming your way. This week it’s Stephanie, the former leader of the Pink n Prissy Society, who fell foul to her own methods and was prissified by her own followers. let’s see how she ‘5 handling her enforced change of style, shall we?
I see them. Prowling the school like they own it. Snickering and laughing. They think they have championed, bested me… But no… I built the Pink n Prissy collective and I can sure as hell tear it down, all I have to do is bide my time and wait for my moment…
The newlyweds strode up the driveway and were greeted by a rather flustered looking real estate agent.
Look l know we agreed on a viewing today but we’ve had a bit of an incident here last night. It seems a sorority from the local college broke in so they could hold a party. We’ve been cleaning all morning but the place is still a bit of a mess. I totally understand if you want to wait until another day or view a different property,‘ blurted out the agent.
The Network was on a roll and Prison’s Next Top model was their latest show. It was their most ambitious project yet and was attracting record viewers.
The concept was that every week three ‘sponsors’ would select an inmate of their choice from the local prison system to he their model for the week.
You have 1 friend in common – Add Aiko as a friend?
Name – Aiko Yoshihiko
Age – 20 years old
Location – Tokyo. Japan
Profession – Psychology Student
Brad looked over his shoulder nervously at the enormous dog in the hall as he folded towels to go in the drawer. He tottered back across the room clumsily on his heels still keeping both eyes warily on the dog. Suddenly feeling extremely exposed, he pulled the hem of his velvet French maid uniform tight over his rump.
Hey, at least he was a classy French maid he thought bitterly as he felt the lace thong from his lingerie started to chaff again. I mean what kind of maids wore garters…
After a low-key start, Charlie was gradually settling into life in a fraternity. There were so many new things to get used to, so many new brothers to get to know but at last it was all starting to come together and was proving to be a rollercoaster ride that would make his college experience complete. Exiting the frat house’s gamesroom, he encountered Austin the fraternity’s president.
Hey Charlie, we’re meeting with our sister sorority in the common room at 5pm to select a maid for the coming school year. Everyone’s going to be there so make sure you’re not late.‘ A maid !? This just gets better and better he though to himself as he tried to imagine one of the sexy sorority girls dusting his shelves in a short apron. Frat life rocks.
Aiko pursed her lips together with temptation as she sat impatiently on the stuffed-toy covered bed in her college dorm-room. She fidgeted with her sissy skirt as she watched the young computer techie sitting at her desk, tapping away furiously at the keys of her laptop, attempting to get it working again. Young as he was for a staff member, he was still a few years older than Aiko ‘s usual targets, but that didn ‘t stop Aiko from getting that familiar itch. She gazed at his slender figure hunched over while his fingers danced across her keyboard, every now and again he would stop to scratch his short brown hair and Aiko would find her determination to have her way grow ever stronger.