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(These are Race types Theme TF stories.) Bra Dare: Pete's Spanish Magic Makeover Once upon a peculiar evening in the quiet town of Esperanza, a young man named Pete found himself entangled in a bizarre twist of fate that would forever alter the course of his life. Pete was an adventurous and carefree soul, always up for a challenge. His group of friends, equally mischievous, decided to embark on a game of Truth or Dare, a game that would soon lead Pete down an unexpected and enchanting path. As the night unfolded, laughter echoed through the room as dares grew progressively outrageous. It was during this lighthearted banter that Pete's friend, Jake, threw an unconventional dare into the mix. With a sly grin, Jake dared Pete to wear his mother's old maternity bra for the remainder of the night. Pete, never one to back down from a challenge, accepted without hesitation. Little did Pete know that this seemingly harmless dare would set in motion a series of mystical events. As he

Alyssa was at her wits end. The fit and attractive 37 year old single mom was looking at the objects in her hands. The progress report in her left hand telling her that her beautiful, intelligent daughter Sarah was failing half of her senior year classes, and the phone in her right pinpointing her daughter’s phone location… at the mall… when she had said she’d be studying at her friends house. Alyssa sighed, wishing she could control her daughter’s behavior like she could control her daughter’s phone. She pulled up her KidControl App and logged in. Sarah reminded Alyssa so strongly of herself at that age. Long straight silky black hair, pale perfect skin and generous curves had got her lots of attention from boys, her funny outgoing personality got her lots of friends. There was fun to be had now and the future took a backseat… as frequently did she. Alyssa set the report card down and brushed her own black hair back as she worked with the app. Allow Snapchat? She switched It from yes

If wands could work, You’d be lying on the floor, You’d be begging me, “please, Please, baby don’t change me no more...” If wands could work, You’d be reeling from the change And you’d never lie again... If wands could work. “What the heck are you singing now?” grumbled Troy. “Are you still on about that silly thing your great-aunt gave you?” Nancy glowered at him. “I know what you did last night. If this wand worked... oh, what I’d do to you.” Troy laughed merrily. “You’re not going to do anything to me. We both know this. Why do you even bother?” “That’s what really pisses me off. You’re not even ashamed. You’re banging your secretary. Who does that? Who even has a secretary these days?” He flashed a winning grin, the one that had melted her heart and apparently was irresistible to secretaries as well. “Perks of the job. Don’t be a bitch about it, that job pays for you to stay home and do whatever... or whoever... you want.” Nancy shook her head. “I’m not like

Max Gordon, an ambitious reporter with a knack for uncovering hidden truths, found himself at the crossroads of his career. Tired of mundane assignments, he craved a story that would catapult him into the limelight of journalism, earning the respect and admiration of his coworkers and boss. Rumors circulated through the city about a mysterious warehouse on the outskirts, engaging in activities that piqued Max's curiosity. The lure of a potential groundbreaking scoop was too tempting for him to resist. Late one night, armed with only a dim flashlight and a determination to uncover the truth, Max approached the ominous warehouse. He carefully picked the lock on the side entrance and slipped inside, moving like a shadow through the darkened halls. As he neared the heart of the warehouse, the air grew thick with an otherworldly aura. Max could sense he was onto something big. Determined to explore further, Max discovered an air vent conveniently placed above what seemed to be the