Posted Thu Jul 16, 2015 | 160 Words | Tagged story ginger

The hair putty looked great. It was a great price and it looked good enough to hold my hair right for the party later on.

I opened the container and saw it was a slightly unusual colour, it was a gingery colour but it was only to keep my hair in place so I didn’t think much of it. I picked up a load and started to work it through my hair.

Party? Surely the gym was more important, I had to work out as it was that time. But I didn’t have muscles? I felt where my beer gut was and instead felt flat lean muscle. To get a closer look, I took off my top and wow I was impressed. As if on cue I picked up more putty and worked it into my hair.

Fuck yeah, I looked like a hot ginger stud. No, I was a hot ginger stud who was going to smash the gym