Esssssential Oilsssss

I know I shouldn’t answer my phone when I don’t recognize the number calling and I don’t recognize the name I’d saved with it.  I don’t know who “Terry” is and I usually have a pretty good memory for people.

 

I shouldn’t answer it but I do, holding the phone to my ear as I stare at my spreadsheet.  It’s mid-morning Sunday and the office is almost completely empty.  I don’t need to be here but I’m near the bottom rung of the ladder and pulling extra work is the only way I know how to move up.  I think I can see a way to-

 

“Hello?”…

Mine

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A young man finds himself changing into a perfect female lover for his friend.

Derek leaned forward on the edge of the couch cushion, his tongue between his teeth as he focused on the television in front of him.  His fingers worked the controller he held in his hand and, on-screen, his character shouted as she kicked and punched.

“Man, Chun-Li is cheap,” Steven said.

“Fuck.  You.” Derek answered.  He glanced at his friend for a moment before unleashing a combo that brought Steven’s character down to a sliver of health.