Posted Thu Jul 9, 2015 | 205 Words | Tagged story

He had me pinned in the corner. The, quite hot, ginger guy was towering over me. I was terrified as I liked to live a fairly conflict free life.

When I was expecting something bad to happen, I felt him pour something on my head and then mush it in. Satisfied he smirked, pushed me against the lockers and then left.

Noticing the coast was clear, I got up and looked in the closest mirror to see what he had done. I saw something in my hair, although it was starting to sting I saw it lightening from it’s usual solid black. It seeped in and hurt a lot on my scalp.

My hair didn’t go light all the way, in fact, it was turning a ginger colour. Also I noticed small freckles started popping up on my face. My eyebrows also followed suit.

Aww yeah, I was enjoying this. Feeling it start in my chest, I took off my top. The other guy threw over an adidas jacket I put on. It smelled of him, his lovely ginger smelly scent was getting all over me, turning me into a hot ginger freak as well.

Being a ginger rocks, now it’s your turn to join.