Idleness for - fiction in the studio !!! By the way - porn here a little bit, more and more water and plotter.

I have not written this for a long time, sorry if that.

Most people think of me as an ordinary girl, a little sad and most likely not beautiful. It is understandable - my nose twists slightly to the side after a fracture in childhood, my eyebrows are thick and dark, my eyes opposite are light blue, and all this is on a gray, earthen face with small pits from old acne. My figure is peculiar, the chest is almost of the second size, but the butt is big, very big, round, ryhlovaty, thick, shorter, that with such and such width of the thigh is no wonder. My legs are short, small growth, light brown hair forever braided in a braid. You should not think that this is such a role, no, I just have no incentive to take care of myself. I am a gray mouse! I work in a library where practically no one sees me, except maybe old attendants who are always discussed by young people, that they do not respect anything in their lives, and rare students of the “batanica”, but they don’t notice me or perceive me as local furniture. . Why in such conditions do something with yourself?

I am 22 years old, I graduated from a secondary vocational school, where I didn’t get true friends, where I didn’t go to drunks with everyone and generally, I didn’t represent anything. Pity show - is not it? But my story will not be about the boring life, filled with routine and life in the musty "odnёshke" old barracks, which is long overdue for demolition. My story begins with the mysticism or fiction that happened to me on March 8, 2012.

On this day, I woke up late, there was a day off and the disgusting weather outside the window. I also had nowhere to wait for congratulations, so I didn’t even immediately realize that I had an envelope of black matte color under my door. After eating, I discovered it and raised it with interest. On paper there was neither an address, nor any other information, except the gold name “Yulia” which was ousted by gold — my name. I opened the envelope and read the lines. I do not know who invented such a joke, but I did not like it. It was said in the text that I can conclude small transactions on myself, nobody needs to pay with money, but you should always choose wisely. And the last line read, “The first deal will be waiting for you on your windowsill”. I grimaced at such humor, but nevertheless walked to my window and parted the heavy curtains. On the dusty windowsill there really was a small envelope on which the following was written:

«Deal: I want to be noticed, I am ready to give for the sake of this a bit of my purity«

And nothing more. I turned the envelope on all sides and decided that there was nothing terrible in it — I opened it. The black paper envelope was empty. Well, if now it was someone who was shooting, then he did not get my disappointed expression. An incomprehensible joke flew into the trash and I completely forgot about it, though not for long ...

Mysticism began exactly a week later, when a couple of guys noticed me at the entrance to the library, who were undressing near me in the wardrobe. No, they didn’t come and talk to me, but they noticed and even discussed something. The second case happened on the same day, when a timid student, who took the book from my hands, lightly touched me and smiled somehow dreamily. Then similar phenomena began to occur more and more often, but I would not have remembered the envelope if the second event had not coincided - "I am ready to give for this a little purity". Yes, I lost a little purity, or rather, I acquired a lot of dirt. I am ashamed to say, but I began to flow quite strongly between my legs, and, accordingly, to smell stronger than female feminine musk. It was necessary to wash more often and more carefully, just not to hold a piece of paper on the pussy, it was necessary to use normal napkins, and better with flavors, and even better - to wash five times a day.When I realized this, the envelope transactions appeared on my window again.

In the evening, before sunset, I changed into home clothes and suddenly noticed several black rectangles on a dusty window sill. Throwing a T-shirt, I approached and picked them up. There were three of them:

«Deal: I want to fix my nose, and even ready to give a little look "

«Deal: I need beautiful breasts, and I am ready to donate booty "

«Deal: I want a beautiful guy and is ready to give his innocence "

OK, no? What kind of fantasy is this ?! If these deals really work, then we must look at it wisely and with caution, maybe I sell the soul to demons by such actions! I put off the envelopes and forgot about them for a long time. For about three weeks, I lived in my swamp, seeing neither prospects nor hopes. And then I decided to check what could not be attributed to an accident - a deal about the nose. Nobody will fix me a nose? Right? Breast can grow itself from hormones or else, for whatever reason, and the boy can also find me by chance, although it is unlikely. So this evening I decided and opened the envelope. It was also empty, but not quite ...

Two weeks have passed since the day when I made a deal and my thoughts were established - this is some kind of mysticism, this business is unreal and, moreover, terrible. For two weeks, my crooked nose leveled off, as if by itself, and even slumped a bit, show my photos a month ago, and no one in that bristly horse would recognize me, the nose was beautiful now. However, I gave for it exactly one "edinichka", one edinichka my own vision, having received myopia. The optometrist said that I read too much, that my vision sank, and indeed! What's so strange about that? Now we have to rejoice at the new nose and wear cheap glasses on it. And it was precisely on the day of my purchase of unpretentious glasses that I found two more envelopes on the window, as if someone had placed me on this strange magic.

«Deal: I need a new apartment, for that I will give my things "

«Deal: I want to be beautiful, my face should be beautiful, for that I will give some of my knowledge "

I stood and did not believe my short-sighted eyes. Apartment? Beauty? After what I already crossed, I already believed that everything is possible, but so radically ?! Is it possible ?! I do not know, I was scared, but I opened the envelope with the apartment almost immediately, what do I have to do with things? This time the envelope was not empty, inside lay the application for leave filled with my hand and train tickets in the city where mom and dad lived. I do not know who hinted at what, but the tickets were paid for, and in five days I should have used them. And a vacation? Well, it's not scary - I'm away, what's so complicated?

On the way to my parents, I took the usual minimum and went on my trip five days long. Parents were happy, and I had a good rest with my family. Already on the way back, they called me from the HOA and said that my apartment was completely destroyed by the collapse of our hut after heavy flooding. Seven tenants died, and the municipality finally turned on its head and began to move the rolls in order to give the destitute new housing, as if only now it noticed the dilapidated condition of the collapsed building.

This chase and constant dashes with papers, recovery of documents and everything related to privatization lasted for almost a month, but then they gave me the keys and entered my new apartment, which was not far from my library in a new house among a large microdistrict. Forty squares with floor and wallpaper, sanitary ware and sink in the kitchen. All my money and part of the help of my parents, together with compensation, went to the arrangement of my new home, but I did not spare the things that died under the rubble, I cried at night because of the people who died in that tragedy.

About a month later, after the device was in a new place, I again found black envelopes on the windowsill - three old, not open, and two new ones.

«Deal: I have always dreamed of long legs, I am even ready to sacrifice my calves ”

«Deal: I want a promotion at work, I will give part of the speech in exchange. ”

It is a pity that there is no exchange for things, it is at least refillable, but the rest ...