Saturday, November 30, 2024

Witch Tf Caption: “Sorry About This Dude…”

 


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  1. "I'm so sorry about this dude.." I murmured to my friend Jake as he stood there, adjusting the hem of his new dress awkwardly. My sister often dabbled in her witchcraft, but she had never played with my friends like this before...
    It was a few weeks before her 20th birthday when she casually asked if I'd be bringing a date to her party. I told her I wasn't seeing anyone, and she instantly misinterpreted my response.
    "Leave it to me... I'll find you someone," she winked mischievously.
    Finally, the day of the party arrived, and she showed up at my house with Jake, who looked utterly bewildered.
    "Why am I here, man?" he asked, his confusion evident. "Your sister said you needed help?"
    "What? I'm fine!" I insisted, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy.
    But before I could say anything more, we turned to see her with her wand out, aiming it straight at Jake. "I told you l'd find you a date!" she beamed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
    In an instant, a crack of lightning echoed through the room, and where Jake once stood was now a stunning young woman, clad in a short pink dress and red heels that clung to her curves.
    "I'll leave you two lovebirds to get acquainted..." she smiled seductively before sauntering away.
    Awkwardness hung in the air for a few moments before I finally found my voice. "If it's any consolation, you look amazing..." I said, genuinely admiring her beauty. The woman stepped closer, her confidence radiating from her petite frame. Even with the heels, she was still short, but she locked her deep brown eyes onto mine, reaching up to gently grab my chin, pulling my face towards hers in a way that sent a tingle down my spine.
    Later, during the party, my sister caught up with us, laughter dancing in her voice.
    She pointed out that Jake's hair looked a bit disheveled compared to before. We exchanged a glance and hastily suggested it must be the wind. Her smile turned playful as she spun on her heel to walk away, but then turned back, mischievously glancing at me. "Oh, and the jizz stain on your dress... did the wind do that too?"

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