He clicks female 14-22, pictures spin in front of him of sevel females, from teens to young adults of sevel races. He clicks age and pulls the bar down to 14-18, might as well stick to the devil you know witch means high school, it cloud not be harder for a girl than a guy, what the hell, race next, I am white so stick to white chicks, at a click lots of pictures disappear, most of the fourteen year olds still looked underdeveloped and he did not like the the clothes style of most of the fithteen year olds, he pulls the age bar to 16-18 and more pics vanish, what the hell I want two years to get high school right, he tapes age 16 and more pics disappear.
Hobbies he clicks next, wow the list was longer than he expected. He picks gamer, tech geek.
Half a dozen pic still reman. He clicks on one pic of a blond girl in tech glasses and a sexy dress from some evil universe.
Donna Rogers, 16, a sexy gamer girl. Change now glows in a big red bar. He clicks and the world fads away.
When he no she opens her eyes, she is in the bed room of a teenage girl, a closest of dresses and skirts. Racks and racks of shoes, a vanity in the window, next to that a computer on a desk, A couple of game machines and a T.V. were on the floor.
Donna is five, nine, curvy, blond hair, green eyes, 36c boobs, a round ass. She is in red, white and blue baby dolls in the style of American Knight. Dolls and actin figures on a couple of shelfs, toy weapons are every were.
She takes off her baby dolls and grabs a towel of blue arrow, he had a silly actin show in the seventies.
Her twin sister, Francine, only a few moments younger gets out of the bathroom wearing yet an other slutty outfit, how she does not have a kid or two by now Donna does not know. She was voted most likely to be married before they graduate freshman year.
She takes a shower and dresses in a blue bikini style top linked with a sword thru the Earth pin with a sexy blue skirt and blue three inch wedge heels, she throws on a jacket that barley covers her boobs. She goes down stairs and fixes her breakfast. "You do your homework Donna (she never asks Francine that)" Their mom says.
"Yes, mom" I say, yay I might have let a grade or two slip in the past.
I have a motorcycle license, but my boyfriend, named Rock is picking me up a fellow geek, his car is red with yellow seats. Rock looks like he should be braking heads on the grid iron instead of building lights and sound effects for cos-play friends.