My apartment, formerly the sanctuary of solitude and peace, now stood as a poignant reminder of what had been lost. Every corner bore the traces of her presence; every crevice echoed the laughter shared between us. Yet, here I was, alone in the silence, drowning in the depths of sorrow as I confronted the reality of my shattered heart.
I had dated my girlfriend Amy for over 2 years, never once cheating on her, looking at another woman or even having fantasies about anyone else. We had grown close and I thought we had a future together. We were both successful professionals in our respective fields, and had phenomenal chemistry together. Then one day it happened, Amy disappeared for two weeks. She never answered her phone, her emails or even bothered to text me as she seemed to simply vanish.
Then one day, a friend of mine sent me a pic saying some girl who looked like Amy was hooking up with a bunch of studs at the local bar and I hurried down to check it. It was Amy alright, yet in a way it wasn't. Her once modest breasts were huge and firm, her sandy blonde hair was lighter and went down to her fuller and plump ass. She looked like Amy, but if she had gotten a porn star make over.
She wore a tight top which showed off her newly enhanced assets, and short shorts which barely covered her toned legs. She was surrounded by men, laughing and flirting with them. I stormed in, trying to confront her which triggered something inside of her. She suddenly seemed to remember me and shook in fear and embarrassment at the sight of me.
"Patrick! What are you doing here?" she stammered, her face blushing a deep crimson. "I can explain."
"Explain what?" I snapped back, my voice laced with bitterness and anger. "You look completely different. Where did these come from?" I gestured toward her newly enhanced curves.
Amy hesitated before replying, "It's complicated... I found this book called 'Releasing Your Inner Slut'' and started reading it....|"
I snorted and walked out even as I could hear Amy crying for me to come back to her. Magic book my ass...I was done with the whole damn situation and drove home. About a week later I had packed up all my stuff and moved into another place, of course she tried to call me again and explain it was some "magic book" once more but I wouldn't have it.
I wanted nothing to do with her after what she did to me. I was still furious and hurt and I knew there was no coming back from what she had done. In order to get my mind off things, I decided to go through some of my old books, ones that I had accumulated throughout the years, as I unpacked my stuff. It was the last box left and I decided that this was as good a time as any to take a trip down memory lane.
I went thorough them as I put them on the shelf, muttering their names out as nothing had really caught my eye yet. There was a worn out romance novel here, a sci-fi paperback there, a biography of some historical figure, but none of those caught my attention until my hand brushed against a book lying flat under a bunch of others. The story cover was new and in a hot pink color, bearing the title "Releasing Your Inner Slut".
I snorted as I realized that Amy must have slipped it in with my other books in order to act like it was a real book. I shook my head and just sighed even as I decided what harm could there be in reading this stupid book. Perhaps it would give me some insight into why Amy would do such a thing to me. I mean she had been loving and caring for so long, then bam! This whole sudden personality change came about due to a magic book? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
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I had dated my girlfriend Amy for over 2 years, never once cheating on her, looking at another woman or even having fantasies about anyone else. We had grown close and I thought we had a future together. We were both successful professionals in our respective fields, and had phenomenal chemistry together. Then one day it happened, Amy disappeared for two weeks. She never answered her phone, her emails or even bothered to text me as she seemed to simply vanish.
Then one day, a friend of mine sent me a pic saying some girl who looked like Amy was hooking up with a bunch of studs at the local bar and I hurried down to check it. It was Amy alright, yet in a way it wasn't. Her once modest breasts were huge and firm, her sandy blonde hair was lighter and went down to her fuller and plump ass. She looked like Amy, but if she had gotten a porn star make over.
She wore a tight top which showed off her newly enhanced assets, and short shorts which barely covered her toned legs. She was surrounded by men, laughing and flirting with them. I stormed in, trying to confront her which triggered something inside of her. She suddenly seemed to remember me and shook in fear and embarrassment at the sight of me.
"Patrick! What are you doing here?" she stammered, her face blushing a deep crimson. "I can explain."
"Explain what?" I snapped back, my voice laced with bitterness and anger. "You look completely different. Where did these come from?" I gestured toward her newly enhanced curves.
Amy hesitated before replying, "It's complicated... I found this book called 'Releasing Your Inner Slut'' and started reading it....|"
I snorted and walked out even as I could hear Amy crying for me to come back to her. Magic book my ass...I was done with the whole damn situation and drove home. About a week later I had packed up all my stuff and moved into another place, of course she tried to call me again and explain it was some "magic book" once more but I wouldn't have it.
I wanted nothing to do with her after what she did to me. I was still furious and hurt and I knew there was no coming back from what she had done. In order to get my mind off things, I decided to go through some of my old books, ones that I had accumulated throughout the years, as I unpacked my stuff. It was the last box left and I decided that this was as good a time as any to take a trip down memory lane.
I went thorough them as I put them on the shelf, muttering their names out as nothing had really caught my eye yet. There was a worn out romance novel here, a sci-fi paperback there, a biography of some historical figure, but none of those caught my attention until my hand brushed against a book lying flat under a bunch of others. The story cover was new and in a hot pink color, bearing the title "Releasing Your Inner Slut".
I snorted as I realized that Amy must have slipped it in with my other books in order to act like it was a real book. I shook my head and just sighed even as I decided what harm could there be in reading this stupid book. Perhaps it would give me some insight into why Amy would do such a thing to me. I mean she had been loving and caring for so long, then bam! This whole sudden personality change came about due to a magic book? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
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