Dartmuth

    I still couldn't believe that was the punishment I got stuck with. I mean, I get that I broke the law and that I should make some sort of recompense to this weird fucking store, but really? I had to work at that shit shack just because I decided to spice up it's walls with some spray paint art? I guess it is better than going to jail or something, but I know it was just my dad who made this happen. Being a police officer's son might have its benefits, but it also means that when he finds out about what you did and gets super pissed he gets to give you the punishment he knows you want the least. I had never actually been in the salon until

Entry 5 March 13, 2016    I know this entry is coming a bit sooner than the last, but so much has happened in so little time I have to write it down so I don't forget it. This diary is slowly becoming more of a recording of my changes than it is an actual diary. I feel kind of like a scientist writing everything down about something like this. I've had one more checkup since I last wrote and there's been one pretty major development as well. I told Beverly what's happening to me tonight.    Last I left off Beverly had just texted me saying she wanted to talk so I'll start from there. I gave her a call and she wanted to know why I was being s

Entry 1January 9, 2016    I've been debating whether I should and how I should start this diary for a couple days now, but being bedridden hasn't exactly left me with a ton of activities to do. I guess I'll try and write this like you don't know me just in case this gets discovered by some future generation with no idea who the great Samuel Spencer was (by the way everyone just calls me Sam). So sloppy introductions aside I guess I should get into the reason why I'm bedridden and all that jazz.    It was the first of January, so a little over a week ago, and I was at a gas station convenience store getting some gas and a drink and my, and t

       I froze, I didn't move at all. A boy was kissing me and I wasn't jumping away in revolt, I wasn't punching him, in fact I was kind of liking it. He pulled away, we were both completely red in the face. The air was heavy and silence wore on us. "Sorry... I didn't know if that was the right time but you're just too pretty." He said. My heart was in my throat and my stomach was all butterflies. This was just too much. "Don't be..." I said finally. We both started to grin slightly. "So, um..." he said as he shifted on the bed closer to me, "do you want to do it again?" I looked into his eyes and gave him a slight nod. He leaned in and so d

          "So this is me?" Chrissy said as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had been given a change of clothes from Dr. Troy and was now in her room's bathroom to get out of her hospital robe. Even without makeup she was beautiful, long silky black hair, gorgeous blue eyes, cute nose and flush lips; she was absolutely astonishing. She stood there in awe of her own body, but she noticed that she wasn't attracted to it. "Chris would've been drooling by now," she said with a soft chuckle, "I guess that kind of confirms it." She slowly slipped the gown off, not daring to look at her reflection. It wasn't that she was scared, but that she

Jon was hunched over on his couch depressed. Not much had been going right, in fact, nothing had gone right. First his dog ran away, which he never much like, but he missed his company nonetheless. Then his wife left him out of nowhere. She claims there wasn’t another man involved, but Jon knows better. Then, to top it all off, when he went into work the next day he got fired because he was late due to his wife leaving him. So Jon, with nothing going right, sat on his couch just thinking about where he took the wrong turn on his life’s path. He decided to try and get his mind off the whole situation. “MAD MEN MARATHON! CATCH