It's my own fault

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Marielle

Posted on July 18th, 2011 ~ 12:42 am

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I have been friends with Lisa about as long as I live in this village. I guess it is about 7 years now. But I am as bad in estimating as I am drunk right now. So yeah. I guess this is my story how a beautiful party went to hell. Literally. (well figuratively, but literally seems more impressive. So let’s make it literally, figuratively speaking of course.)

“Heey Lisa! How are you sweety?”
“Hey Michael! Yeah, I’m fine.. Just stressed out, you know.. how are you?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.. Hey, I was wondering if I can help you out for a little bit.. IDK.. is the music arranged?”
“Michael, you are a sweetheart, you really are.. But you know nothing of this whole party will be arranged by someone different than me. It’ll be perfect. Hey, but I gotta hang.. See you Friday!”
“Yeah, bu..” *beep beep beep*

Ok. I gotta be honest with you. I am scared. I hate things I don’t know. And if I knew a worse word than hate, I would write that. I can’t stand it. So I might slipped in a little vodka before leaving.. I had to ride my bike for about 45 minutes to the party, and it was cold… So I took one of those handy hip flasks, and took it with me as well..

It was empty when I got there. When I parked my bike in the garden I immediately knew the flask was a bad idea. My balance was nearly gone, and I couldn’t even park my bike. I noticed I had to pee too, but first I wanted to greet Lisa. When I opened the door for the garage I was nearly blinded by the light. Heavy dance music, and lots of smoke and heat greeted me when I walked in the garage, which was now more like a club. Around 50 people were dancing, having fun and drinking. When I finally walked into Lisa, I immediately hugged and kissed her(as friends). I asked her where the bathroom was. She couldn’t hear it, but a friend of hers shouted: “IN THE HOUSE, LEFT SIDE!” and continued dancing. I tried to make my way through the room, but with the crowd, and my drunkenness, it took somewhat longer as my bladder wished. Finally out of the crowd, I ran to the house, and took the left door. I felt wetness spreading when I ran along some people, which I had no eyes for. I slammed the door behind of me, and looked down at the toilet, which seat was down. I opened my jeans, and quickly aimed for the toilet. After I was finished, I inspected my jeans, and noticed a small spot, not too bad. My boxers were worse, as was the toilet seat, which both were near to soaked. After dressing myself I walked out of the toilet, of which I noticed the slammed door did not close. When I looked at the right, I saw 3 friends of Lisa, all girls waiting for me hanging against a mirror. I, embarrassed as I was (they could’ve seen my butt and wet boxers) , began shouting in defense: “What are you 3 doing in here? This is the man’s room ok?”
The girls were better prepared to this discussion, since 1 of the 3 had the toilet sign in her hands. “You see this skirt? Since when do men wear skirts? And if you are a girl, I’d love to give you help with your makeup!”
I saw the other girls walking towards me with mascara and lipstick ready to fire.

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Sissy Breeanna

Posted July 18th, 2011 ~ 5:18 am

Good introduction. I am looking forward to the continuation to see where this goes.

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OldJoe

Posted July 18th, 2011 ~ 1:43 pm

I think poor Michael, Michelle :p, is about to have her other side discovered. I hope.

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Marielle

Posted July 18th, 2011 ~ 11:06 pm

I tried to run for the door, but besides 3 girls I had one hell of a large enemy: vodka. It took them approximately 1.2 seconds to have me under their control. Before I could blink 2 (extraordinary soft I have to say) hands forced me back into the toilet where they forced me to sit. I now know why you should always clean the toilet seat after you peed over it. Luckily for me the girls started laughing (probably because of the surprised look on my face) and I could run for the door again. I don’t know if I was pushed or if I just missed the opening of the door, but somehow I crushed in the side of the door with the right shoulder. Not that I cared though.. I survived the attackers, which was, in my state, equal to winning the Olympics.

When I walked into the garage again I immediately saw Lisa waving at me. I walked to her and she told me she had a headache, wanted a wine and wanted to go to her living room. I told her I would get her the wine, and meet her at the living room. After getting a wine and a beer I made my way into the living room, where I saw problems. Lisa and 4 girls sat there to relax. No big deal, except 2 of them were at the bathroom as well. Aware of the state of my jeans, I decided to take my place chilling against a chair instead of sitting on one of them. The girls made some chitchat as I regained my confidence. Since I was here for about 4 minutes already, and they had no word about the bathroom episode, I guessed they’d forgotten.
When the others were talking I asked Lisa if she could arrange a bed for me, since I had a little too much drinks. She told me to go upstairs and ask her mom. Once upstairs I asked her mom: “Ma’am, I am very sorry to ask, but I had a drink too much. Is it possible that I could sleep here?” She replied: “Well, we have one bed left, but..” I interrupted her: “Thank you, and please don’t worry about the bed, I’d sleep on a rock with no problems. Again thanks!” She started laughing, and replied: “Well ok! Please don’t drink much more, and have a good time!”

Once downstairs I learned that the 3rd girl of the bathroom adventure had joined the group as well, and that they’d started playing truth or dare. I learned it the hard way, being commanded to roll down the stairs by Lisa. Despite my still hurting shoulder, it was quite fun! It now was my turn. I dared one of the girls to eat a banana and drink a shot of banana liquor in less than a minute. The group continued with the game, and for the first time in the whole party I had some legit fun with no concern, I realized. But then I heard my name. “Michael, I dare you to…”

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starman

Posted July 21st, 2011 ~ 12:45 pm

[please can you contine this so far so good storyom episode, I guessed they’d forgotten.
When the others were talking I asked Lisa if she could arrange a bed for me, since I had a little too much drinks. She told me to go upstairs and ask her mom. Once upstairs I asked her mom: “Ma’am, I am very sorry to ask, but I had a drink too much. Is it possible that I could sleep here?” She replied: “Well, we have one bed left, but..” I interrupted her: “Thank you, and please don’t worry about the bed, I’d sleep on a rock with no problems. Again thanks!” She started laughing, and replied: “Well ok! Please don’t drink much more, and have a good time!”

Once downstairs I learned that the 3rd girl of the bathroom adventure had joined the group as well, and that they’d started playing truth or dare. I learned it the hard way, being commanded to roll down the stairs by Lisa. Despite my still hurting shoulder, it was quite fun! It now was my turn. I dared one of the girls to eat a banana and drink a shot of banana liquor in less than a minute. The group continued with the game, and for the first time in the whole party I had some legit fun with no concern, I realized. But then I heard my name. “Michael, I dare you to…”[/QUOTE]

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Marielle

Posted July 23rd, 2011 ~ 1:20 am

I had expected a drink, something gross to eat, maybe even some pain. Until I saw who dared me. It was the girl that confronted me at the bathrooms. “… to accept your inner girl and let us get your makeup done properly.” I heared all girls laughing as I walked (more like waddled.. thanks vodka!) the path of horror to a chair. Then I suddenly realized: My pants! They are wet! This could defeat their plans. I quickly waddled to Lisa, where I whispered in her ears: “I can’t sit!” She loudly repeated “Why can’t Michael sit?” I whispered euphoric, not realizing how dumb it sounded (again, damn vodka) “My pants are wet!”

Lisa’s voice hit me like a blade: “Did little Michael wet his pants?” The group now laughed so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them wet their pants as well. Meanwhile, while my face was getting even redder then I imagined it could, Lisa walked into a room, and came out of it about 15 seconds later. “Someone, please give me a hand.” A chair-like-thing was behind Lisa, rolling towards my position. “Luckily my mom sometimes helps mentally disabled children, who are physically older then mentally. That’s why we have just the perfect solution for you!”

I now saw that it was some kind of highchair, but then bigger. Not taller, just bigger. I was pushed towards it by the 2 girls who pushed me on the toilet earlier the night. Difference this time: the 5 point safety harness they put on without hestitation. And believe me: You feel quite powerless locked in a high chair, with 6 girls looking at you! “I guess it’s time for baby to pretty up!”

Please keep the comments coming! I love every single one of them, and it keeps me motivated to write further! :)

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lilakiko

Posted July 23rd, 2011 ~ 11:35 am

Really funny here Laughing me little tushie off at this. Now me remember one of the resonds me quit drinking -giggles-
Very good story. Me is looking forward to the next chapter.
Sweet dreams

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lilgirl123

Posted July 23rd, 2011 ~ 3:42 pm

this is a really great story please do more ill be waiting

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OldJoe

Posted July 23rd, 2011 ~ 5:43 pm

If the poor wittle baby can't handle his drink, maybe he should stick with milk? And something shoul dbe done before he makes an even bigger mess.

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Marielle

Posted July 26th, 2011 ~ 11:30 pm

Sorry for the later update. Sometimes I find it harder to write then other times.. I’ll try to keep the updates regular until it’s finished Critique, small sayings, ideas (I really don’t know where I’ll take the story, so whatever you wish could be included), praises, anything: speak! I’d never dislike an opinion!

There were two options in this fight: Accept their acts and play along, or fight until the last breath. I was not really prepared to fight (see, I’m not that strong. Or tall). And I’d hate to ruin Lisa’s party. So I decided to try one thing, and then just accept. “Shouldn’t we go to the dancefloor again?” I tried. The girls started to laugh, and Lisa said: “You are not getting away missy, and if you hear the noises, the party will live without us. And come on, as if you would stand a chance with those pants.” She said scornful. The girls laughed, cheered and shouted. And I just sat.

Then their bags opened for an inventory check. I saw all kinds of stuff which I didn’t even know rolling around the table. It felt like I was tied in a chair during a girl’s night out. Well, that was the case really, but now they got a victim: Me.

After some discussion, lots of laughs, whispering and more laughs, they came to me. The toilet-spokeswoman told me: “Miss Marielle, we got you a great cosmetics set, personally composed for you. We start with some small blush (I saw the other girls, except the toiletraidgirls, sitting on the couch spectating the play, and one of the toiletgirls walking towards me with blush in her hands) to smoothen your precious skin. Now we decided to work on your lips. You already have full womanly lips, so just some small touch of Maybelline 24h lipstick will do the job. (Toiletraidgirl 2 started her job on my lips, pushing them around like a madmen) And now, we’ll continue …” After that, I fell asleep. Alcohol just did the first good thing that night, and that saved me a lot of painful moments. What was less cool, was how I woke.

“Hey, hey, Marielle! Good morning pretty!” I opened my eyes, and saw the overexcited face of Lisa’s mother in front of me. “It seems like you are having a good night, don’t you?! Would you like a drink?” First I looked at the clock, to realize that I luckily slept 15 minutes at max. Then I looked at my hands, which were a lot more pink then I used to be. Damned nailpolish. “Ehm, yes miss Greenfield, can I have a beer?” She started laughing “Haha, you won’t get beer tonight. Let me get some milk for you!” Quickly I tried to jump the drunkness and tiredness and replied in my most normal voice: “That would be good too.” I saw the group of girls sitting on the couch, chatting and laughing. Sometimes one of them looked at me, and smiled or winked. And I had to say, this part of the attention I didn’t dislike…

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meisababy

Posted August 16th, 2011 ~ 1:15 am

excellent story i like it

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Marielle

Posted August 19th, 2011 ~ 12:54 am

I kinda laughed at myself. I was just tied down in a highchair, I was applied make up on, had no chance to pick any route since I was tied down and I was enjoying myself. Then I saw the over exited face of Lisa’s mom again. “Here is your milky” she said laughing out loud. It was a pink sippycup, filled with the white liquid. I started laughing, to try to show I wasn’t overrun, and I took the cup by hand and drank from it. In the meantime Lisa’s mom told the group that that one used to be Lisa’s. Lisa did the embarrassed “moohoooom” when miss Greenfield decided to take me as victim again. “With two hands Michael!” she said in the too motherly tone. When she reached over to grab my hand suddenly she stopped, and wrinkled her nose. She took the sippycup, dropped it on the table, unbuckled me and grabbed my hand. “Come with me” she said when we were already halfway through the room. I felt little in the highchair, but being dragged by the mom of Lisa was not really the most mature feeling ever as well.

Once in the hallway she asked me a question which stopped my heart for a seconds. “Michael, have you peed yourself? “ I hesitated, but then quickly said no and made my way to the door. She then pulled me back and told me: “I am nicer to wetters then to liars. Last time. Are you wet?”
I now couldn’t reply. What should I say? I wet my pants like a fucking baby? I had to yawn a little bit, but this wasn’t exactly the time for it. I kept it in, which caused tears in my eyes. Suddenly I was pulled against her. “No need to cry sweetie, it can happen anybody! I am not glad that you lied to me, but in the end I really see the honest you. Now, let’s go solution time. Here is the bathroom, get yourself cleaned up a bit. LISAAA!”
When I was busy cleaning up I overheard a small fuss at the hallway.
“You can’t ask him that!”
“It is mine, and It is my party, and I want to have fun too!”
“This is hard enough for himself, you can’t do this to him”
“I can, and if you disagree, give him yours!”
“Ok ok, I will talk to him. You get him the outfit then, please be gentle.”

Then I heard stairs, a lot of laughing, and a knock on the door. Before I could react the door was already opened. “Don’t be embarrassed! I saw a lot of babies! Ehm, sorry, that might not help.” Embarrassed I searched for a towel, which she already grabbed from one of the closets. She started drying me (And I thought I couldn’t get more embarrassed), and told me “I am not really glad you lied to me. I have to pick a consequence, and Lisa gave me a good opportunity. Don’t struggle, you’ll only make it harder on yourself. Then Lisa walked in, and I hear a soft *bump*. “Here you are mommy, I’ll see you two later” she said when she already ran to the main room, laughing.

New chap! Hope you all like it. <3

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