You're a woman, so of course your instant choice is that you want to become the Goddess yourself! After all, who in their right mind would say no to absolute power over all things? Now you can do as you please with your world and all others!Ģ. An angel asking you to choose this world's Goddess out of nowhere? This must be some kind of crazy dream, right? Still, she seems like she really expects an answer to this question. She will have absolute power over all things, so I recommend you think carefully before you give your answer." "You have been picked with the task of choosing a woman to become the new Goddess of this world. "Greetings, mortal~" the angel greets in a gentle tone. To your surprise, you see a beautiful angel standing at the side of your bed! Nah, shouldn't go there.Choosing the New Goddess (Giantess RP)As you lay asleep in your bed one night, you are woken up by a bright flash of light. Or maybe I could have mailed it to the pervert who stole her stuff to keep him from raiding other people's laundry.
Preteen undies free#
Who could dislike someone who restocks their underwear drawer free of charge? Had I had this letter handy then, I could have sent it to her to make amends. And I've felt slightly guilty ever since about discussing her private garments in print.
Her family wasn't very happy when I wrote that story (my editors made me do it, I swear). Someone like the Pasco County woman I wrote about a few years back who had $500 worth of Victoria's Secret bras and undies stolen from her wash in an apartment complex laundry room. Someone who might benefit from this grown-up chain letter thing. Maybe I could find an alternate to take my place. Eeewww!Īt the same time, I feel a little guilty about being the party pooper, no pun intended. And I'm supposed to go buy a pair for her.
Preteen undies full#
(This coming from someone who, until recently, had a drawer full of undies bought by Mom in six-packs at Sam's Club.)Īlso, you have to wonder if this is some sneaky ploy invented by a Victoria's Secret marketer to get all us unsuspecting shopaholics to rush out to our nearest lingerie store with visions of silky, flowered undies dancing in our heads.īut the part that bothers me most is the fact that I now know the underwear preference and buttocks size (thong, medium) of a perfect stranger in Columbia, S.C. It's embarrassingly feminine, too dainty and too weird for that perfunctory garment worn under our clothes and best described as plain old underwear.
For one, I'm not the kind of girl who uses the word "panties." I've never liked it.
Okay, so call me a prude (you wouldn't be the first), but I'm feeling pretty conflicted about this. Oh, and packaging the undergarments in a manila envelope will do just fine, the letter says. To make things worse, the letter then instructs me to notify the sender within a week if I'm not going to join in on this "fun," because that wouldn't be fair to others eagerly waiting for their loot to arrive in the mail. Then we take her name off, move the next one up and add our own at the bottom. My college-educated friend was actually asking me to send this letter to six more friends in order for each of us to get 36 free pairs of panties from other women participating in this exchange.Īll we've got to do is send one pair of underwear, with the tag still attached, thankfully, to the woman's name at the top of our list. I scanned the letter, personalized with my name, hoping this was a joke.
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