Wrap Me In Plastic And Make Me Shine Novels & Stories

"Is this the you that has been hidden? You're so... different. This whole thing is so different to what we are. I just— I don't know." "I'm me with you, the best I can be." I tell him after a few seconds, I don't know why I can't keep the words inside me, I just want him to know... "Normally, I'd always have to pretend, pretend to be another person, pretend that I care, pretend I'm having a good time, pretend all day long except when I'm with my friends and Ben and now... Well, I don't feel the need to pretend with you. I don't— I sometimes get confused, you know? Sometimes I don't know if I like this life because I've convinced myself to like it or if I actually enjoy the life I'm living. I

“Good. Trace it. And dig into MJ McLaren while you’re at it. Every plastic surgeon, every scandal, every under-the-table deal Daddy tried to erase. She may look like a glowing influencer, but I want the filters stripped. I want to see the dirt.” I leaned back, ramen bowl empty, lips tingling from the spice. This—this was the real me. Not the glittering heiress, not the polite girlfriend smiling for charity events. No. I was the virus in their perfectly manicured world. And tonight, I was hungry. *****

I ask, voice low. He steps closer, voice a rumble. "Nothing feels like me inside you. But if you want to play..." I set it down, move to the plugs section. Pick up a heavy glass one, flared base, ridged. "This one," I say. "I want you to put it in me later. Fuck me with it still inside. Make me come around both." His breath catches. "You’re filthy." "You made me this way." I grab a remote-controlled vibrating egg, small but powerful. "And this. You can make me wear it all day tomorrow. Turn it on whenever you want. Make me come in front of people without them knowing."

"What?" "You ate my fish!" "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said with pretend cluelessness, "I ate a fish, not your fish." "How could you! I spent all night making that meal for Zayne!" "Wait, Zayne Verlice? As in the Zayne Verlice?" She gasped. Oh, I forgot, I didn't tell her. Breaking into a wide smile, I turned to look at her with a girlish flip of my bunches. Yes, today, I made my hair into bunches and sprayed them with sparkle dust. My outfit for the day was a very sparkly black shirt dress, a short one with “everybody is a dick” written boldly on the back. Then I paired it with equally sparkly red platform ankle boots to match the red sparkles in my hair. I wanted to wear

That night. My breasts bounced like never before, and my slender waist made it clear to every man and woman around me that there was still life in me—even if it was plastic. That night was the perfect moment to let loose after the miserable days I’d endured, attending holiday celebrations on autopilot. I wasn’t foolish enough to blame others for my misfortunes or to shed tears over them. Pretending I was fine came easily to me. And right then, I needed to feel sexy, capable of turning heads and drawing admiration. I wanted everyone in that club to see a woman who was utterly free and happy—the perfect disguise to hide my true feelings.

He opened it and showed it to Julian. Inside was a metal plug. It was made of stainless steel and had a pink jewel at the base. It was large. Larger than Julian expected. "This is to help you with rule number four," Aiden said. "I want you to wear this. All the time." Julian stared at it. "I can't. It's too big." "You can," Aiden said. "And you will. Bend over the bed. Ass up." Julian hesitated. He looked at the plug, then at Aiden’s stern face. He knew arguing was useless.

It shimmered under the harsh backstage lights, highlighting every curve and plane of my body, amplifying my vulnerability. As a small, desperate act of defiance, a fragile attempt to cling to some semblance of anonymity in this degrading spectacle, I carefully positioned a delicate black lace mask, its intricate pattern obscuring the upper half of my face, hiding my eyes from the hungry gazes I knew awaited me. It was a flimsy shield, but it was all I had.

I would also return all the things that Eden had put here. I was not deep asleep at midnight when a pair of familiar hands pinned my wrists above my head. “Katie, you haven’t wished me a happy birthday!” When I opened my eyes, I saw that familiar handsome face. My heart did not flutter anymore. I strongly pushed him away and subconsciously pulled my nightgown tighter. “I’m not feeling well.” Eden made me sit on his lap as his hand slid up the hem of my nightgown. I was very uncomfortable. I could only hide it by pressing my hand down on his.

It had been well over four hours since I'd last seen myself, and from what I'd felt, a lot had changed since then. "Absolutely," I nodded. "You look stunning, Al," Nikki assured me, giving me a quick once-over. "I really hope you like it." With that said, she removed the towel that was covering the mirror, giving me full view of my new appearance. I couldn't believe it. The woman who I now saw in the mirror was literally the culmination of all my wildest dreams; the platinum blonde hair, the nose ring, the perfectly executed lashes. I had never felt so stunning, so powerful, and I had never felt more like myself.

At twelve thirty she stood at the bathroom sink with cold water running over her wrists, the trick she had used before competitions since she was twelve, and looked at herself in the mirror with the honest attention she brought to things that mattered. She thought about Lily in the parking lot saying capability was a currency and the loneliness of that. She thought about Ethan saying the gap between her public version and her real one was smaller than she thought. She thought about Sofia saying the people who had been waiting to see something different were more numerous than Ava knew. She turned off the tap and walked to the main hall. Chloe presented first. Precise, specific, the restructu