Midge Jorbyn is eleven years old, living with her evil foster dad Joffrey. Everything seems fine from the outside, but she walks to school with the lunch she packed. Nobody knows what she's holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday,
sh...
I slowly open my eyes. "Where am I?" I gush. I see Begonia's hefty figure hovering over me.
"Do you not remember the rather peculiar turn of events?" Begonia bellows.
I see a bandage tied around my fingers.
"I had to cut you off of Jonathan," She said disdainfully, then brightens with a chuckle. "But he must not have forgotten about your date."
I surge off the futon and into the air jubilantly, shrieking as I do so.
"Now let's get you into something appetizing, sugarplum." Begonia gestures brilliantly. She pulls a dress out of the bureau . I yank it over my head. The dress looks like this:
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Begonia looks puzzled. "Hmm... That's not quite you." She holds up a finger. "Hold on. I think I have something in the back."
I tear the dress from my body, never wanting to see it again. I spit on it. My saliva is wet and succulent. It instantly turns into crust.
Begonia comes out and spins, holding the next dress. "Now, this ought to do the trick."
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I wail happily. "It's perfect, Miss. Butterbitch." I am crying now.
"Jonathan has the showers of the lawd coming for him tonight," she marvels. "Let's get you into hair and makeup."
Begonia teases my hair to the clouds and packs my makeup on so hard, my face begins begins to bleed. I look like this:
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Just as i'm finished, Groffy meanders into the room. "Woah, Midge, you look better than my sister's goldfish does when she's pregnant!"
I blush profusely and fan my face.
"Well, onward," Groff says, while doing a handstand.
