Offer to help the "brunette"

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You decide she's in obvious need of a little demonic assistance, so you switch hosts just long enough to read her memory.  This kid is named Kerri, a smart and studious girl from a not-so-smart family.  Her parents are blond, but she's so ashamed of their low IQs that she dyes her hair to disassociate herself from them.  She lives in mortal fear of being exposed as a "dumb blond".  You quickly shift back into Jared.
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You decide she's in obvious need of a little demonic assistance, so you switch hosts just long enough to read her memory.  This kid is named Kerri, a smart and studious girl from a not-so-smart family.  Her parents are blond, but she's so ashamed of their low IQs that she dyes her hair to disassociate herself from them.  She lives in mortal fear of being exposed as a "dumb blonde".  You quickly shift back into Jared.
"Kerri, you don't need to worry about it.  Nobody ever has to know."
"Kerri, you don't need to worry about it.  Nobody ever has to know."
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"I can't hide forever," she weeps.  "People will find out sooner or later.  It's a statistical inevitability."
"I can't hide forever," she weeps.  "People will find out sooner or later.  It's a statistical inevitability."
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"What if you didn't have blond pubic hair any more?" you ask her.  She looks up at you, and you gently reach over and put your hand between her little titties.  She jumps a little but otherwise just stares at you.
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"What if you didn't have blonde pubic hair any more?" you ask her.  She looks up at you, and you gently reach over and put your hand between her little titties.  She jumps a little but otherwise just stares at you.
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"But... how?" she asks as you slowly slide your hand down her tummy, past her waist and curl her little blond locks between your fingers.
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"But... how?" she asks as you slowly slide your hand down her tummy, past her waist and curl her little blonde locks between your fingers.
"These little hairs here?  Heck they're barely there at all.  I can help you fix it."
"These little hairs here?  Heck they're barely there at all.  I can help you fix it."
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Do you:
Do you:
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*[[Helpfully shave Karri's bush for her]]
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*[[Helpfully shave Kerri's bush for her]]
*[[Deceptively shave Kerri's bush]]
*[[Deceptively shave Kerri's bush]]
*[[Rip Kerri's pussy hair out with your demonic strength]]
*[[Rip Kerri's pussy hair out with your demonic strength]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Jared Marks|8th Grade Boy]]}}
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Jared Marks|8th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]
[[Category: Rampage]]

Current revision as of 02:00, 18 April 2014

You decide she's in obvious need of a little demonic assistance, so you switch hosts just long enough to read her memory. This kid is named Kerri, a smart and studious girl from a not-so-smart family. Her parents are blond, but she's so ashamed of their low IQs that she dyes her hair to disassociate herself from them. She lives in mortal fear of being exposed as a "dumb blonde". You quickly shift back into Jared.

"Kerri, you don't need to worry about it. Nobody ever has to know."

"I can't hide forever," she weeps. "People will find out sooner or later. It's a statistical inevitability."

"What if you didn't have blonde pubic hair any more?" you ask her. She looks up at you, and you gently reach over and put your hand between her little titties. She jumps a little but otherwise just stares at you.

"But... how?" she asks as you slowly slide your hand down her tummy, past her waist and curl her little blonde locks between your fingers.

"These little hairs here? Heck they're barely there at all. I can help you fix it."

"You could?" she asks hopefully, the beginning of a smile playing on her face.

Do you:

You are possessing:
8th Grade Boy
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