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Shelley's Voicemail
Please enjoy the music while your party is being reached:
When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies
When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies
When I grow...
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MCA #4, Saturday Afternoon
It was about the time she had hit her downward facing dog pose that Shelley became acutely aware that she still had some sand stuck in her butt crack. Last night's date with John had started out pretty rocky, but things had ended quite nicely, she thought, standing up and picking at her wedgie ( Read more... ) -
MHA -1, Friday Evening
It wasn't a position Shelley was used to being in, knocking on the door of a practical stranger to start off a date night. Sure, she had done a few strip-o-grams in her life, but it's not like she had been interested in the guys, and those had all been arranged by the magazine ( Read more... ) -
MCA #4, Saturday Night
It had cooled down outside, so Shelley moved out onto Dimitri's balcony and finished painting her toenails. She scooted her chair to the edge and let her feet dangle through the railings to help the polish dry ( Read more... ) -
MCA #4, Sunday Late
"Oh, my god!" Shelley yelled, adding a high-pitch whoop. "I'm ME, again!" She spun around, trying to get a good look at her butt. "Oh, my god! My butt is so shapely!" The cotton tuft tail thing had just not been working ( Read more... ) -
MCA #4, Thursday Evening
Yep. Shelley had turned into a bunny. If she thought about it, it would seem all kinds of cute and trite humorous, but all Shelley could think about at the moment was finding something to nibble on.
[occ: Establishy! I am off to NOLA for a week with limited to no internets! Big love to you all!] -
MCA #4, Sunday Afternoon
Shelley was concentrating less on the fact that it was Valentines Day and more on trying to figure out why her apartment smelled. "It smells like fart," she declared for about the tenth time that day, opening the front door to the apartment in hopes of a draft ( Read more... ) -
MCA #4, Saturday Evening
The mirror was loving Shelley today. She turned sideways and smoothed down the light silvery fabric of her dress, checking out her butt. "That's a good butt," she said, giving it a slap ( Read more... ) -
MCA #4, Saturday Afternoon
Shelley had slept late, warm and cozy under her new comforter in her new bed. It wasn't as luxurious as her room back in the Playboy Mansion, but it was her new home, and she was going to make the most of it.
The room wasn't as bright and sunny as it normally was this late, but that wasn't as concerning as her nose. It was numb. "What the..." ( Read more... )