Do Me Bleach My Butt Novels & Stories

Considering the smell, I did not even want to imagine what filth lay beneath that skin. I opened the door and hurried to the bathroom. The night was quiet and still, my footsteps being the only thing I could here as I made my way to the end of the hallway. When I reached the bathroom, I literally grabbed soap and started applying it on my teeth. No, toothpaste wasn’t going to be enough to get rid of whatever bacteria and viruses Dane had tried to put in my mouth. Using my hand, I scrubbed my teeth and tongue, making sure the antibacterial soap got everywhere. My mouth stung with the bitter taste of soap but I paid not mind to that. I continued to scrub until I was satisfied that I had got ri

~~ Dahlia ~~ The second I slammed my hotel room door shut, I bolted straight for the bathroom like a woman possessed. Not for the toilet, not for the shower… no. For the sink. I snatched my toothbrush like it was a weapon, slapped toothpaste on it like I was squeezing venom from a snake, and shoved it in my mouth. Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. “Oh my God, oh my GOD,” I garbled around foamy bubbles, staring at my own reflection like I was in a horror movie. “I’ve been assaulted. My lips have been… contaminated. I need bleach.“

I whinced as the water cascade down my bruised skin causing more pain. After the pained pleasure of ten minutes, I got out of the bathroom, got dressed in a faded jeans and tee shirt, a black jacket to hide the blue and purplish bruises in my arms and makeup to hide the dark circles in my eyes and the skin that was turning yellow cuz of lack of proper medical treatment. I used my fingers to comb through my black hair and tied it into a messy bun on top of my head, letting a few strands fall on my face

"I’ll make sure you never forget." I grabbed the kitchen shears I’d swiped from the drawer. I hacked at the dark hair, watching the long, silky strands fall into the sink like dead things. Then, I grabbed the box of "Golden Honey" bleach I’d seen hidden in the back of the linen closet—the stuff Mom said we were too young for. I didn't care about being young. I didn't care about being pretty. I mixed the chemicals, the smell burning the back of my throat. I slathered it onto my head, my hands shaking with a fury that felt like fire.

Go and give yourself a good scrubbing and don't come out until you're squeaky clean, you embarrassing piece of trash! I touched my collar and then my arms. "Okay. I understand." I turned, went into the bathroom, and locked the door behind me. I didn't run the bath or turn on the shower. Instead, I found a stainless steel scourer in the cabinet under the sink meant for heavy-duty cleaning. Since Dominic said I stank and reeked of the countryside, maybe I should just scrub all my skin off. Without it, I'd probably finally be clean, right? So, I grabbed the scourer tightly and began scrubbing my arms hard.

This right here is another example as to why I don’t depend on anyone else. “Well, a whore’s bath it is then!” I say aloud as I grab the package of flushable wipes. Throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I pull a few wipes out and start washing my body down. Since I have a little extra time by not showering, I will use that extra time to hunt down the Manager and demand that he fixes the plumbing problem by tonight. Not that he will listen, but I can try anyway.

I went to the sink, starting to wash my hands and face, trying in vain to get rid of the violet hue that dominated all my exposed skin. This can't be happening! " Look, it won't come off like that. It's gentian violet," the black girl approached. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned on the sink as I realized that I was going to have to walk across campus like that. " THOSE BIG SLUTS" I shouted, slamming angrily against the stone of the sink. " I know it sucks, but you need to calm down," the second girl tried to console me. " CALM DOWN? THEY TURNED ME INTO A FUCKING SMURF! " I pointed to the mirror, thinking how humiliating it would be to leave the bathroom at that moment, and from the noise o

I also owe your mother a huge amount of money. In a high-quality porcelain bathtub, Brian is in a semi-naked form, sitting among the white soap bubbles. I guess if he stood up, he would definitely be naked. I have to admit that he has flawless white skin. I really want to peel that skin and put it on myself to make myself more beautiful. “What do you need?” My eyes left that back and looked straight up at the ceiling. “Help me scrub my back.” “What... what?” I rolled my eyes, looked at his attractive body, and stammered.

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

JAYCE BECKETT The smell of bleach clung faintly to the bathroom even though I had cracked the window open. A towel was spread over Chocolate's shoulders, clips holding messy sections of her dark hair in place while streaks of dye worked their way through. My hands were stained with little smudges of chestnut brown, proof I had no damn clue what I was doing but was determined to at least pretend I did. I meant, this was my first time dealing with hair bleach. Even when Emily was young and still around, she never asked for a hair dye, so I had no idea what the fuck I was doing to Chocolate's hair.