Posted Tue Apr 5, 2016 | 163 Words | Tagged story workie

How it starts is with the hungover eBay browsing. You hate yourself for doing it, you always end up buying too much and wondering what to do with the tat you bought. This time you end up browsing used clothes, you always had a thing about things which had already been worn-in.

It arrives a couple days later, a right bargain, the package contained a pair of boots, dark navy trousers and a hi-vis jacket. All dirty and shown their wear. You eagerly put them on, knowing how you loved the idea of it.

You look in the mirror and see the workie you imagined staring back at you. You smile at yourself, knowing how much this turns you on.

Something feels off though, you shake your head to drown out the odd feeling. Work? Yeah, you got to get to work! Thinking it comes clear to you, you work on the construction site up the road. Yeah, that sounds right doesn’t it?