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New Suit Written by grrside

I was walking down the shopping aisle, my shopping trolley full of Checkers' favourite brand of fabric softener, when I spotted her. She was beautiful...And her chest was generously-sized. She must have noticed me looking at her, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she walked towards me sporting the cutest smile. "Oh, why are you here between all these boring laundry products?" She said with an angelical voice. "I can take you where you really belong if you come with me..." How could I refuse? I pushed my trolley away, not caring that Checkers would be pissed at me, and held her hand. We ran across the aisles, passing through all kinds of quality products at affordable prices that I would gladly purchase if I hadn't just met the love of my life. We went to the clothing section, locked ourselves in one of the dressing rooms and started making out. She told me I was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. I had never been happier. Then she hugged me tight and whispered into my ear: "You're so hot..." Needless to say I was completely turned on by now. "Oh...I'm sure my boyfriend will get so turned on when I wear you..." ...Wait, what? I looked into the dressing room's mirror, I just saw that beautiful girl holding a very revealing, sexy bra. Oh, shit! When did I turn into a werecloth? It must be Checkers' fault...I shouldn't have been spending so much time with him, I'm sure he has infected me...I'm going to rip that damn shirt apart...! The girl started unbuttoning her shirt. ...Still, there's a positive side to everything. She took off her shirt. Her cleavage, which I was about to hug, being revealed to me. Hey, this isn't that bad! She just had to take off her old bra and then I'll get closer to a woman in a way I never had expected to experience before... *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* What the hell, that hurts!... Uh? Where did that cute girl go!? I wanted to hold her breasts! "Time to wakey-wakey! Or you'll be late for work!" The sentient, blue-checkered shirt told me in his happy, homely tone. "You bastard! I was having a wonderful dream! And why did you have to slap me so hard with your sleeves?!" "Oh, a wonderful dream? Let me guess, nude women?" "Of course! I mean, of course not! Unlike you, I'm not a pervert!" "Well, I had a wonderful dream, too, you wore me for work and there was this coworker that wouldn't stop telling me how good I looked and couldn't resist touching me...Oops, that wasn't a dream, that was yesterday!" joked Checkers. "...And when we got home I told you I'd never wear you for work again." "Oh, come on! Still angry? But it was so exciting...!" I pushed the living shirt aside and got up. "By the way, your right sleeve felt a bit slimy when you slapped me..." "Oh, that's true, sorry about that. But I grabbed your wiener while you were sleeping, I hope you don't mind." "You got hold of my sausage?" "Yes. My smartphone's capacitive touch screen doesn't recognize my sleeves as fingers, so I had to make use of one of the frozen sausages in the fridge to type on it. It works very well, you can also make use of this trick in the winter, when you're wearing gloves." "Cool, I'll keep that in mind." After that completely irrelevant conversation I took a shower. It felt refreshing, although my mind was still thinking in that erotic dream I just had. When I finished I went to my room in just a towel, and started browsing through my wardrobe. Uhm...Shall I wear the green shirt? No, I'm always wearing that one. The white one, no, the blue-checkered one, no...Oh! The black one is nice. I'll wear that one. "What? You choose that jerk?! But I'm much more fashionable and comfortable!", protested the blue-checkered one. I then remembered that I never bought a blue-checkered one. "Checkers? Why are you literally hanging out inside my wardrobe?!" "Oh, I just wanted to creatively remind you that I'm always available for you to wear. You can always count on-!" I abruptly closed the wardrobe's door before he could finish his sentence.

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"...But tragically, this beautiful bride died in a car accident on the way to her wedding. She was never able to experience true love, she was so close..." "But if she was in the way to her wedding, doesn't that mean she had experienced "true love" already?" I said to the co-worker who had caused Checkers to have so many "erections" yesterday. Thank god I wasn't wearing Checkers today, as my co-worker had just bought a shirt that looked suspiciously a lot like Checkers. He would be very jealous of that regular and inanimate piece of fabric if he found out it was being born by his crush. "...Well, maybe she was one of those old-fashioned women who don't even want to kiss before marriage, what would you know?...Anyway, the point is, a hell of a lot of people claim to have seen their ghost!" he said, awaiting my dramatic reaction. "...Yeah, sure." I turned my attention back to my computer, ignoring his tall tale. "She appears on full moon nights, haunting the old bridal shop of this town, cursing every bride-to-be who dares buy a dress in there to suffer her same fate..." "Are you sure this isn't just some sort of campaign made by a rival bridal shop? "If you don't buy from us, you'll die in a car crash!"" "Maybe, maybe not. But isn't it awesome that a viral ghost story takes places in our town? It's a big hit in all the creepypasta websites! There's even drawings of her made by her fans!" "Fans of a murderous evil spirit? Well, there's worse things than that, I guess." "Here's a pic, check her out!" He said as he put his mobile phone in front of my face, obstructing my view from the computer screen. It was showing a pic of an artist's interpretation of the ghost. There was something peculiar about it. "It's a wedding dress, but it's floating in the air. Nobody's wearing it." I said. "Yeah, she's invisible or something like that, the only thing anybody has ever seen of her is the wedding dress she was wearing the day of her death. Scary, uh?" I could see a pattern in that ghost story. A wedding dress moving by itself that haunts a clothing store every full moon?...Maybe my co-workers' tale wasn't as implausible than I initially thought...

"Checkers! You won't ever guess what I heard at work today!..." I said as I entered our apartment. To my surprise, Checkers had regained his human form he was sitting in the sofa wrapped in just a towel. "...Wow! You turned back?" "...I didn't expect you back so soon...Yes, I regained my human form just a few minutes ago..." I could feel he was feeling a bit down. "Isn't it great? I told you it was just a matter of a day or two." Actually, I was scared like hell he would be stuck as a shirt permanently the moment he first said he wasn't able to will himself to turn back two days ago. "I'm sure there won't be any more problems until the next full moon!" "Yeah, I guess..." "Well guess what, I heard some rumors there may be another werecloth in town!" "S-seriously?!" "Yes! And she's a girl! A wedding dress girl!" "Aww..." "Don't act so disappointed! Didn't you say you were looking to meet other werecloth people?" "I said I wanted to meet more werecloth *men*. I posted an ad on the internet with my phone, but everybody thinks I'm just a troll..." I laughed at the thought of him posting a dating ad. "What did you wrote? "Hunky and cottony blue shirt looking for his perfect matching pants?" " He blushed. "O-Of course not!...At least, not exactly like that..." "Whatever, I'm going to change clothes and then we'll see what we do about that girl..." Checkers stood up in a hurry. "Wait! Aren't you going to take a shower first?" "Nah, I didn't sweat that much today, I'll shower in the morning." "B-but!..." I opened the door to my room, to Checkers' dismay. I didn't know why he was so nervous about that, but I soon found out why. "...What's this?" I said as I picked up a piece of green fabric from the floor. "Oh...Well..." Checkers didn't know what to say. "There's another one over here! And another over there!" I put the pieces of green fabric together like they were part of a puzzle. I could make out a familiar pattern in the fabric... "Wait...Is...This...?" I couldn't believe it. "Well, it was old anyway." "You monster! You ripped apart my green shirt! It was my favourite, you cloth murderer! You assassinated your own brethren!" "Okay! I was jealous of that fucker! You wore it practically every day! I felt this rage building inside me, I couldn't resist it anymore! And it probably was the reason I couldn't turn back, as when I tore it apart I suddenly felt calm and my rage dissipated and before I knew it I was human again!" "But...You are human most of the time! Why were you so jealous of a piece of clothing?" "..." "You are a human being. We're equals. Why do you want to bring yourself a step down and be a shirt?" "...You don't understand how if feels of being in love with someone that doesn't even like your gender. I didn't want to be a shirt. I wanted to be *your* shirt. That way, at least I could be useful to you in some way!" He was in the verge of tears. "Look, Checkers, I know you are divided right now with between your human life and...shirt-life. But that's no reason to go all ballistic over a piece of clothing. Don't let your shirt-feelings take over your life, okay? As I told you, there's a few rumors of a wedding dress-girl living in this town. But she's known as a vengeful spirit that wants to kill people. She's probably scared of her werecloth transformations and that's making her go mad. That's not much different to what's happening to you now." "...Are you implying I'm becoming insane?" He couldn't contain his tears any longer and cried, hugging me. "Of course not!...Unless you let your feelings as a shirt take over your human life. That's why I think we should investigate more about this girl, so you won't feel alone as a werecloth." "Oh, so you were thinking about me all along?" He said as he dried his tears. Not really, actually I was more interested in getting to know that girl... "Thank you!" Checkers said, smiling. ... "You know, you can stop hugging me now..." I said annoyed. "Oh, but this feels almost as good as being worn by you!" Yep, Checkers was back to his regular self.

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The next full moon we somehow managed to convince the manager of the bridal shop that Checkers and I were paranormal investigators specialized in vengeful evil spirits and that we would get rid of the curse of The Phantom Bride for once and for all. The fact that he bought our story just like that proved that he was as smart as he looked, and he looked like an old fart. Why does this old man work at a store that only sells women's dresses?...I think I'd rather not know. Checkers took a glance at his smartphone's clock. "It's 23:46..." The old man spoke. "Then it's just a matter of time before she comes! She always appears at midnight!" "Have you seen her yourself?" I asked him. "No, I'm usually snoring by this hour, heh. But that bitch is scaring my customers away! Thank god you're here. How many spirits have you two guided to the afterlife so far?" "Let's just say that there's a first time for everything", answered Checkers for me. "Well, you don't have to worry about that ghost anymore, we'll take care of everything by ourselves. You can go home and get your sleep..." "No freaking way, mister! I want to tell that bitch personally how much she has affected my sales this quarter!" Then I had a serious problem. I thought we would be left alone, so I brought Checkers along so he could talk to the dress werecloth-to-werecloth. But that was precisely the problem, Checkers was a werecloth too. I couldn't let him transform in front of this old man. "Do you think you can contain yourself from transforming?" I whispered. "The sky is pretty cloudy today, I think the moon won't affect me as much!" "Err...Checkers, you're hugging me tight again." "Damn, sorry. I just felt a sudden urge to be worn, but that's nothing to be worried about..." ...I don't think I have much time left until Checkers becomes a horny shirt again. "Seriously," I said to the manager. "Elderly people shouldn't be awake so late, I really think you should go back to your house before you miss the last bus..." "Nonsense, I'm in the prime of my life. Heh, I would worry more about your friend, he looks like he can't barely keep standing up." It was true, Checker's legs were shaking and he had to support his weight on the table in order to not fall down. Uh, oh. Were his legs starting to retract into his body already? "He doesn't look too good, his face is becoming all blue. Is he sick?" "It must have been something he has eaten, nothing to worry about." "I'll go grab some water for the boy, then." Said the manager as he went to a private room. "Checkers, you have to resist a little more..." I said, holding his hand. His skin felt slightly silky to the touch...And I noticed his hands had no fingers. "...Well, tell you what, just go outside and wait for me, I'll just tell the manager you felt ill and went home". "Nah, I don't think he'll notice anything wrong with me." Checkers said as his head retracted into his body. "After all, he looks like he has poor eyesight." Said Checkers through the neck of his shirt body. "Err...I think he will" I told him. "Damn, my clothes feel a little loose...Did I began to transform already?" said the blue-checkered shirt. A shirt complaining about the clothes it was wearing. It was quite surreal. I heard a plastic cup of water fall to the floor. Oh shit. "What the hell is that? Is it the ghost?" "No! He's just a...!" As I turned to face the manager, my mind racing to find a good excuse, I just saw a beautiful wedding dress looking at me. "He's just a what?" the old man's cranky voice said from inside the dress. I wanted to puke.

"Why are you so disappointed?" asked me the shirt as I drove us sleepy-eyed back home. "You were right, the "ghost" turned out to just be another werecloth, sleepwalking..." "Yeah, well...It's just that he didn't seem to realize he had been transformed even after we had shown him his reflection. I don't think he would be a good friend for you." And also there's the fact that I hoped the dress would be a confused beautiful girl and not an ugly old man, but I didn't say that part aloud. While I was parking the car next to our flat, I noticed there was a burly and serious-looking man between forty and fifty years old standing next to our front door. I hadn't seen that man around here before. I noticed he was pushing the button labeled "3ºB" on the intercom, which was were Checkers and I lived. "Need something?" I asked him as I got out from my car. He turned and examined me head to toe. "You wouldn't be known as "Checkers", don't you?" "No, I'm not..." Wait, I thought I was the only one who knew him by that nickname..."My roommate does, but he's not in a very good shape right now, you'd better come back tomorrow..." As he's currently just a wrinkled piece of cloth standing on my car seat. "He's that blue shirt on your car, isn't he?" He had completely blown my mind. How did he knew...? The wrinkled piece of cloth stood up, and, a bit terrified that this mysterious man knew his secret, slided out from the car window. "Just as I thought. You're the shirt that posted that ad, right?" Checkers was as surprised as me. "Someone...You read my ad?" "Yes, it was quite reckless on your part, most people will think you're just another troll, but we werecloths also have our enemies, you know? I would remove that ad if I were you." "W-wait just a sec!" I said interrupting their conversation. "You mean to say you're a werecloth too?" "Yes. But after decades of training, I've mastered the ability to switch between my human and cloth forms at will." Checkers got excited. "You mean, if I train hard enough, I could control my transformations, too?" The man nodded. "I am the leader of my own clan of wereclothes. I'm guessing you haven't been a werecloth for a long time, haven't you?" "That's true, I just got "bitten" by a leather jacket's zipper a few months ago...I was very confused at first, but my roommate was very understanding..." The man faced me. "Is that so?" "Yes, he's quite annoying at times, but I manage." I replied. It was great meeting a second werecloth in a single night, but I was quite worried someone might saw Checkers like that... "We shouldn't let anyone see you like that, so I'll be quick", said the man to Checkers, as if reading my mind. "Our clan used to meet at an abandoned building, but it's been demolished recently. Would you let us use your apartment as a meeting place?" "And can't you look for another place? What would we get out of that?" I asked. "We'll let you join our clan." Checkers got all excited up. "Wow! Me? A member of a werecloth clan?!" "We would teach you how to tame your transformations, and don't let the word "clan" scare you, we're actually a friendly family." "That would be AWESOME!...But...I only own a half of the apartment, I would need my roommate's consent for that..." The shirt looked at me expectantly. I could tell he was trying to look at me with puppy eyes although he had no eyes at all. "...I think it would be great if you got along with other wereclothes, Checkers. As long as they only come over just once or twice a month and they promise that they won't-" Checkers jumped straight at me. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" He kept repeating as he gave me the tightest hug.

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*BEEP BEEP* *BEEP BEEP* *BEEP-* *Click* It was still quite early, I could sleep a few minutes more... *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* "The hell!...Checkers! I told you to never do that again!" "But they're here!" "Who's here?" "The other wereclothes!" "Uh?...You mean..." I hurriedly dressed up, splashed some water on my face, and opened the door. There were lots of people standing on a line in the hallway! Did they think they were going into a disco, or something? All of them were engaged in senseless chatter, laughing at each other's inside jokes as they entered our apartment. "Oh, you must be Checkers' roommate." Said a young man. "Nice to meet you. You have some water droplets on your face, you can rub them off on me if you want..." "Don't worry about the boy, he's a weretowel and is always looking for excuses for people to use him..." said another. "By the way, nice to meetcha, I'm a left sock, and I'm still looking for my "right" partner! Haha, get it?" "Yeah, very funny...But...It's early in the morning and I have to go to work and..." Nobody seemed to care about what I had to say. "Oh, you must be Checkers, you're such a cute shirt!" said a guy. Checkers curled up a bit at the compliment, embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess, I still can't control my transformations properly, though..." "Aww, don't worry about that, every one of us got through that phase!" "Yeah, and I still even get some unexpected transformations on full moon nights!" said another guy. I spotted the man from yesterday. "Umm...I didn't know you guys would come over so early...I have to work, you know..." "We understand, but we wereclothes are most active in the mornings." "In the mornings? But why?" "It's when most people get dressed. It's the most exciting time of the day for us!." Cloth logic. I'll never understand it. Checkers came over. "Don't worry, I'll take care of the house while you're gone! I'll make sure nobody breaks anything!" "Have a safe day of work, Checkers' roommate!", said to me one of the clan members. "Will do." "By the way, we don't know anything about you! Who are you?" "That's right. I haven't told you my name, it's..." "Oh! Don't worry about that, we like to keep our human identities anonymous! I was asking about which is your cloth form." "I'm sure he's a weresuit like me! We're serious and hard-working!" "You for real? You're a lazy bum!" joked another. "And I know that well, I'm your matching pants, hehe." "No, no...You got it all wrong. Checkers is the only werecloth living in this house..." Checkers realized what I was about to say and came running towards me, trying to stop me from committing a serious mistake. "...I'm just a regular human being who's willing to help." Checkers got horrorized. "You shouldn't have told them that...!" "Why?" Everybody stopped their chit-chatting and laughing. They all looked to me with a shocked expression. "Y-you're a human?!" said the man from yesterday. "Yeah...It's that a problem? I'm very open-minded, I won't tell your secrets to anyone if that's what's worrying you..." "No, it's not a problem at all", he said. I smiled. "In fact, even better!". The leader of the clan wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Hear me, everyone! We welcome our first "wearer" into our ranks!" Everybody got even happier and chattier than before. "This is so exciting! A wearer!" "Awesome! No need for more roleplaying!" "I can get rid of my mannequin now! We have the real thing in front of us!" "What the hell is wrong with everyone...Why are they staring at me like that?" I asked Checkers. "Do you know how I always long for someone to wear me?...Multiply that feeling by decades of isolation...Nobody is as fortunate as me to have a human to confide in. This clan is full of virgin clothes...Claiming that you're a willing human being in front of all of them is worse than a girl walking into a comic book convention!" "Oh...Shit." I turned to the crowd of lustful wereclothes and tried to calm them down... "What I just mean to say is that I'm willing to help you find a new place to hang out..." "Hang out...Inside your wardrobe?!" ...But that just made them hornier, the skin of some of them were even turning into fabric. I turned to the man who called himself the leader of the clan and pleaded him to stop them. To my surprise, he grabbed me by the neck. "No, don't strangle me! I'll do whatever you want...!" But he wasn't going to choke me, he was just carefully examining and caressing my neck, as if evaluating it. "Damn, I haven't wrapped myself in someone else's neck for years..." The man's face was becoming redder and redder. "I can feel myself transforming just by touching yours...It's like I'm in my teenage years all over again..." Fuck, even the leader of the clan was an uncontrollable horny bastard. He suddenly began to get slimmer and his limbs retracted into his body, until he looked like a piece of rope. His skin was now red with a few white stripes on it, I couldn't figure out what he was at first, but when he got out of his clothes and began knotting himself in my neck I realized he was a necktie. His voice came out from inside the knot, which I figured was his former human face. "Oh, it feels so wonderful..." He said as he adjusted himself...Oh, crap. I realized wearing him wasn't going to be as easy as wearing Checkers. Checker's just a shirt that gently embraces my chest, but this guy can strangle me if I'm not careless! I was completely under this tie's control! My tie began to lead me into the other horny members of the clan, and exclaimed: "C'mon boys! You know what to do!" It happened too fast. I felt my clothes being furiously ripped from me and my body being touched by lots of hands. "Damn, he sure has a hairy chest! I love the way it tickles my fabric!", said a wereundershirt. "I don't like hair that much, make sure none of it falls off on me, it would make me look unprofessional.", said an expensive-looking beige jacket, it looked like it was part of a suit. He actually would make me look classy in the office...No! I can't go to work wearing so many "people"! The living left sock got hold of mine and yanked it out. "Sorry bud, but today I'll be the one matching your right twin!" I hope he didn't just fall in love with my right sock, I don't want to deal with werecloth-truecloth relationship shenanigans...My current situation is ridiculous enough! Before I knew it, I was donning a beige suit with a white undershirt, a red tie, one living sock and a normal sock. The tie ordered me to put on my regular shoes, as there weren't any wereshoes on their clan. "We're ready to go to work with Wearer! The rest of you, casual wear, will clean out Wearer's wardrobe, he won't be needing trueclothes again!" The rest of the wereclothes started rummaging the apartment for my clothes and throwing them out of the window. "Seriously?! Hey, I just bought that sweater! And at least let me wash my underwear before throwing them into the street, it's embarrassing!" I cried out. "No, those shorts are mine, but this jacket and that hat are his..." said Checkers. "Checkers! Don't encourage them!" My tie talked. "As I'm the only werecloth who is able to talk while wearing worn (believe me, only the most nurtured wereclothes are able to do this!) I'll be in charge of communicating to Wearer any complains you other clothes could have. I'll be the knot that *ties* the team together!" Nobody laughed at pun. "That's not true! I can talk too!" said a voice from below. "Well, at least when my fly's open..." I realized the voice came from my pants. "And I already have a complaint. Wearer's outfit is not complete! We were so excited to be worn we forgot about his underwear! I don't want to be worn commando!" "Well, you could have thought of that before throwing all my stained briefs out the window..." I told them, but I could tell nobody was interested in what their oh-so-beloved "Wearer" might want to say. Ungrateful bastards. "Well," said my necktie. "The only piece of underwear in our clan is..." "No fucking way!" Huh? Who said that? I noticed a piece of white cloth sitting on the sofa. "C'mon, Bulge." said my tie. "You know you want to be worn. Or else you wouldn't have shifted into your cloth form!" "It was just an involuntary, nervous tic!" said the talking briefs, crossing his arms...Err...His waistband in frustration. "I don't really want to be worn, I don't want to have balls inside me!" "What's the deal with this guy?" I asked. "He's Bulge. He's a natural-born werecloth, pretty rare. He suddenly began turning into a pair of briefs when he was a teenager. The problem is, he claims to be straight as fuck." "I still remember that day like it was yesterday..." said Bulge as he reminisced. "I turned into a pair of briefs in the school's locker rooms. Everybody laughed when they saw a walking pair of briefs entering the room, everybody thought I was a joke item. I still remember feeling so small, those big naked bodies with their balls bouncing around trying to catch me and...And..." He bursted into tears and couldn't finish his monologue. My tie sighed. "Okay, okay, you'll stay here..." I'd rather not have another guy get hold of my package, so I said: "It's okay, I can go to work without underwear, it's not like anyone's going to check." "B-but I'm not used to hold genitalia!" Protested my pants as I fumbled to zip up my fly. "Hey, don't ignore me you bast-...!" *Ziiiiiip* "On the other hand," said Bulge pensively. "Maybe it wouldn't be as bad if Wearer agreed to shave his pubes and asscrack, that way it wouldn't be as gross when he put me on. What do you think, Wearer?" "No."

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I'm not sure why, but my quest to find friends for Checkers ended up with me becoming the slave of a full clan of wereclothes. Worst of all, all of the members of the clan were male. I guess my erotic dreams involving wereclothes and women would have to stay being just fantasies at the moment. "Wearer!" Tie whispered to me. "Your left sock is thirsty!" I filled up a plastic cup with water and threw its contents inside my left shoe. I hoped Checkers wasn't mad that all these people got to be worn by me today, maybe he gets luckier at tomorrow's lottery, a little system we put together to decide who were going to be my clothes for the day. At least he's not alone, he's got a lot of company to keep himself entertained at home, including Bulge. We actually ended up getting along great, Bulge and I. He loves drinking beer and watching football matches with me while we discussed which actress we found hot, we were just two regular dudes hanging out together, only that one of us also lives a second life as a ballsack supporter...Don't tell him I told you that joke, he gets seriously pissed every time anyone mentions his cloth form, he's still traumatized about that incident in the locker rooms of his teenage years. "Wearer! We have an emergency!" "What is it this time..." "Err...Well, I was so excited for you to wear me this morning that I kinda...Forgot to use the bathroom before transforming..." I facepalmed. I went to the bathroom stall, and pointed the tip of my tie to the bowl... "HEY! What the hell are you doing! You think I'm a fag?! Don't hold me that way!" "Yeesh..." "Just kneel down, and I'll take care of the rest." I kneel down in front of the bowl and the tip of my tie started getting wet, a few droplets coming out from it... "Be careful not to spill anything on my shirt, ok? I can't let anyone else suspect a thing about us..." "Just relax, I've done it lots of times like this...It won't take long..." Unbeknown to me, the stall next door was occupied by my co-worker overhearing our conversation, who thought... "Oh...My...God...My co-worker is a pervert!"

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