uh oh, I hope that wasn't expensive

You don't have time to worry about them. You grab the remote and aim. To your luck, ha, your only luck, the change back; you run like mad to your car and drive home.

As soon as you get home you eat and then go to sleep, but why are you so exuasted? When you wake up you yawn and head to the bathroom, relizing that your still a girl, but at least you can come to terms with it now. And as soon as you get into the shower, trying to think real hard on not being perverted, you can't move so well any more. Trying to put something desent on you return to the bed to lay down and recover, but then...

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maybe I need to buy better shoes

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