"Good Evening, Demons and Demonesses of Hell! Hey, do you wanna hear a secret?!"
The Audience cheers.
"Well, Do you?!"
The Audience cheers louder.
"I don't think you wanna hear it?!" Mister Nakamura wags a finger with a playful wink.
The Audience cheers even louder!
"Mister Nakamura's Milf or Gilf is happily sponsored by Chrono Soda. Taste the Prunes!" Mister Nakamura gives a thumbs up as the Audience breaks out in laughter.
"On with the show! As you all know, Milf or Gilf transforms mortals who sold their souls into either a Milf or a Gilf. They'll be given a handicap card, chosen before the transformation. If they can live their lives as a milf or Gilf, obeying the card's restrictions, their contract is void, they'll return to their original forms, and they receive 10,000 Bones! (Around 500,000 US Dollars) Okay, let's see who this week's contestant is. A miss..."
Pop Sensation turned A List Actress, at the age of sixteen, she sold her soul in exchange for ten years of fame, fortune, and beauty!
"Shit... It's been ten years, already?! A Confused twenty-something asks center stage, being prodded by hundreds of wicked, demonic eyes.
"I'm afraid so! You poor thing!" Mister Nakamura cackles. "But hey, you had 7 albums, a network of fifteen million credits*, you were even the leading lady of the popular franchise, Samurai Mime!"
"Yeah... I cant complain, I got a pretty good deal." Mindy shrugs.
"And the good deal can continue! Welcome to..."
"MILF OR GILF?!" The Audience cheers.
"Milf... or... Gilf?" Mindy raises a plucked eyebrow in confusing.
"Milf, meaning mother I'd like to fuck, or Gilf, meaning Grandmother I'd like to fuck."
"What kind of show is Milf or Gilf?!"
" A Gold Skull Winning, Terror Nominated Show!" Mister Nakamura does a left armed fist pump. "And a show that will, if you win, allow you to keep your life as Mindy Minx!"
"If you win!" Mister Nakamura nods. "Now..."
"SPIN THE WHEEL!" The Audience shouts in unison once more.
"If it lands on Milf, you'll be sent to a world as a sexy mom. If it lands on Gilf? Sexy Grandma! There is also a handicap card for each slice of the wheel. But we'll get to the handicap after you choose..."
"MILF OR GILF?!"
Mindy spins the massive wheels. It putters fast and gradually loses momentum, slowing down and stopping on...
"Congratulations, Mindy, you're gonna be a sexy milf of forty-five years!"
The Audience cheers.
All things considered, Mindy was grateful it didn't land on Gilf!
"Alright, now let's see what handicap you got." Mister Nakamura wraps his arm around Mindy, smiling devilishly, waving the red envelope in hand. "Before I open it, let me explain, before we shape your new world, this will determine what you must follow in order to win. For example, some handicaps were alcoholism, cougar on the prowl for young meat, and diet fad maniac. If you don't follow the forced perimeters, you lose."
Mister Nakamura opens the envelope. The crowd waits in anticipation.
"That's it? I just have to be a soccer mom?" Mindy questions.
Mister Nakamura nods.
"Yep. A Single Soccer Mom on the prowl for someone, anyone, warm to cuddle with at night! Think you can do that?!"
"Of course!" Mindy smiles.
Mister Nakamura once again cackles.
"By the way, you can never say, 'I hate my life', 'I hate my kids', 'this world stinks', or anything negative about being a forty-something divorcée with three kids and a Secretarial job."
"You're making me a secretary?!"
"With a low metabolism, a sweet tooth, and a wine box at night vice." Mister Nakamura smirks. "Oh, and you'll crave sunset blush at five in the afternoon, you simply cannot live without a glass or five!"
The Audience laughs.
"Alright! Time to go!" Mister Nakamura snaps his fingers. A glowing red doorway opens up centers stage.
"Remember, If you can truly enjoy your new life, you win! Lose, and you're stuck there till the day you die!" ***
Outside during a soccer match for children, Mindy finds herself standing by a water cooler, her body feeling rather bloated, lower back a tad stiff, a sharp twinge in her neck. She felt awful. Just worn out and tired!
She stares out the field, instinctively recognizing player eleven as her child.
This: Mindy is not good with kids. Never has been, never will be.
That: Trying to play the part, Mindy cheers for her son.
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6