My Steamy Story: Molly has a ex girlfriend Megan and she ...

My Story Time:

Okay, so let me spill the tea on how I became my own evil ex. No cap, the level of petty I reached was iconic AF. Megan totally ghosted me after two years, so I did what any unhinged girlboss would do—I perfected a spell to turn her into a skinsuit. Bestie, the moment I stretched her face over mine like a mask, the pleasure was unreal. I felt my pussy get wet instantly. A wicked smile stretched across my new face and I was like, "I guess I'm Megan now. Green eyes look better with this face. I'm gonna enjoy being my new self."

Then came the main character glow-up. I slid into this head-to-toe black leather fit—the vest, the gloves, the vintage 90s high-waisted jeans that made my ass pop. The way the leather squeaked as I moved had me so turned on, I had to stop and moan, my hands massaging my own tits through the tight shirt. My clit was throbbing, and I was so thirsty for my own damn self. The best part? My parents were just… chill about it. Zero questions.

I left the house, ready to slay as Megan. The power of pretending to be the bitch who broke me? OOF. The ultimate clapback. Period.