9:36 pm. It isn’t great for Erin that she walks along the streets, especially on a Friday night. This is when she should be relaxing, just sitting down, watching some bad movies to laugh at with her boyfriend.
Now she is trying to walk back to her new, shitty apartment block, after walking out of a long days work through the city. She didn’t really have to put up with this before. Back then, Damien just picked her up from work, no matter how late, and then they just relaxed together, cozying up, huddled by the television watching whatever the streaming service suggested. It had already been a week since they broke up, and it been around 3 days at least since she packed up everything and left. Now Damien has a new girlfriend, one slutty woman who just manipulates him to get what she wants. Of course, he doesn’t mind. He gets “rewarded” as well.
So she waits by the bus stop, just downloading whatever apps on her phone to stop the flow of boredom. She deleted most of them a day after. Apart from one. This new weird app that she got from a shop she was visiting on her work break. She might as well use it. No point in keeping something you won’t use at some point.
Erin went through the tutorial, still grazing through it, and didn’t believe it. I mean, how could you? With such an outrageous promise, it would obviously be a hoax. But it was free, so no money loss if it didn’t work.
The app circled it’s radar as Erin just looked around. And there she was.
Erin’s ex’s new girlfriend.
She could already smell the waves of heavy and costly perfumes wafting through the air like mustard gas. She was heavily decorated with jewellery that Damien and her “daddy” bought for her. She jingled more than Chris Kringle himself. Her outfit was an assault on the eyes, mismatched colours that even the 80’s would be sick at. She put all of that on to stand out, and she definitely did. And then there was her voice. Her voice is like a cheese grater for the ears of intelligent people. She managed to create this unique accent of sounding stupid enough that would somehow impress boys.
This was Tina. Damien’s new girlfriend.
She came around the corner of the street, with her two lackeys (Trish and Sindy), talking about what else? Their private parts. Their pussies. Their butts. Their areas that Tina can use to get men’s attention. That’s how Damien ended up with her, not that he minds.
Erin was just going to move to a different bus stop until the main screen presented a sentence.
“A group of women are talking about their pussies”
She eyed her phone, and had some quick unnoticeable glances to the group. If this did work, this could be a lot of fun to mock those girls and teach Damien a lesson. She reminded herself about the rules and decided on what word she should change, ending up with a desire to change the word “pussies”.
Now, for the fun part...
“Pussies” to...