Switch It On!

Ch 19. The New Switch!

I came out of Chanel with then more bags and looked after the Gucci store. The storemanager even asked me to be their cover model of the month but I wasn't concentrating on what she said, I looked into the mirror all the time when I tried out the clothes. I saw some corsettes and went straight in.

"What the hell are these clothes for?" Mother complained when she saw them. Shit. I didn't plan what to tell her. Then the best idea came up in mind.

"Mother... I want to try out new clothingstyles! But I don't know if I should choose these clothing or the tomboyish style..." Her eyes got big. The last thing she wants to happen is that I turn back into the old tomboy.

"No-no!" she screamed. "Just use these clothes instead!" she tried to convince me. I smiled and nodded. Wow. My mom would rather me to be a slut than a tomboy. That's her, okay - she doesn't want me to be boyish at all.

And yes, the fourth switch is going to be a slut. A whore!

Now that'll definitely get Devon's attention. The next morning I sat in front of the mirror. I rubbed my hair, making it a bed hair - and it was really messy. Then the clothes.

A whore... Anything small and tight right?

I put on a tank top that even showed my frilly cute bra underneath. Than a miniskirt that barely covered my leopartpattern underwear. Life's good sometimes huh? I can't wait to see Devon's face. I looked at my legs, and pulled up some long small and tight socks that just barely reached my butt.

"You look sexy but that's just too much to me." the one-mode complained. I smiled.

"No you look great what the hell! Maybe I should consider that style!" blondie said. I laughed. No, I want to keep all my switches as they are now. This slut will only last until Devon turn his head to me. Everyone except of the blondie sighed relieved while blondie said "Nooo!"

"Slut." one-mode mumbled, surprised that blondie even heard it.

"What did you say?" Blondie had this little attitude and for the first time she sounded a bit like ghettomode when she's ready to fight.

"FIGHT SOMEWHERE ELSE BESIDES IN MY HEAD!" I yelled into my thoughts and I heard them both shriek because of my sudden loud volume.

"But we live here and we can't go anywhere y'know." one-mode said.

I'll take that later. Now I need to concentrate on getting the slut born.

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I strolled down the gate and noticed everyone looking at me. As usual, but in a different way. Yeah, I know. I look hot and that's why.

"Chantelle...?" someone asked. Let it be Devon. Devon!

Of course not. It was stupid Lake. But my slut didn't see that as a negative thing. She was actually happy to see Lake - and use him a her first manipulationdoll.

"Hello handsome!" I smiled with those eyes full with make-up, eyeing him up and down. He sure was surprised. But happy too.

"You've... kinda changed." he grinned. I smiled back.

"Hey Lake..." I grabbed his shoulders, lifting up a leg to surround his waist. "Haven't you lately... gotten bigger?" I asked with a sexy tone, using my two fingers to crawl up his chest. He looked at my leg and I was sure that you could see my panties because it was fast glued onto him.

"I like big men." I continued, and pretended to lick something. That was all I had to do to get him running away, holding his "thing" and running into he bathroom. Boy's sure are weak.

I turned around in circles, looking for Devon. Nowhere. Where the fuck is he?!

"Hey." I turned around and saw Devon. Oh yeah. Showtime.

"Move it, your blocking the way." I froze. He's still ignoring me?! After all this?! I even bought new clothes, acted all sexy and this and that! And I get nothing back?! Are you kidding me?!

He just walked past me, into the classroom.

All my effort. Wow. That's the world's most not horny person ever. He didn't even glance at my butt! What is this shit?! I am so gonna get him to be horny.

Wait. I am thinking so slutty thoughts. Shit I am even disgusted that I just thought of those things. But. This is still important. This is how far I will go to get is attention.

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I sat next to him and I couldn't believe it, even if I just saw it for a second he moved his chair a bit away. Is he really a guy? I just looked at him. He noticed me looking at him and I saw how nervous he got. There he is! The boy inside of him! Right?

"Hey." I even moved closer. He didn't look at me.

"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked. Then the most unexpected thing happened. He pulled me out of my chair, and forced me out of the classroom. Don't tell me...

No! I shouldn't had overexaggerated! Maybe he's been holding it in for a while and then I just cracked it, making him just give it up. Fuck he's gonna rape me. The little cute Devon is going to rape me. I can't believe this. But for some reason... I wasn't scared. He's just Devon. As I had said earlier - Devon's harmless.

I had felt the same strenght when he pushed me into the corner that he often does to me. Why does he do this to me always? Too much drama I guess.

"I don't fucking know who you are but stay the hell away from me!" he yelled.

I was just going to argue back, telling him why he's ignoring me but then his meaning came into my mind. he doesn't know who I am?! Is that possible?! But that explains everything that just happened.

He took a closer look at my face. And there I saw it. He recognised me. The moment is here.

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wow... this was a short one... but i'll write a longer next time(don't expect anything big though).