Monica (Patreon)

The camera clicked on, framing a young girl in the center of a small, pastel-hued bedroom. Ariana Grande's "7 rings" filled the room, coming from somewhere offscreen. The girl, with two pigtails, a black short dress and in fishnet stockings, was posing in front of the camera as if for an amateur model audition, striking sexy poses. 'One, two, three, go!' she whispered then

"Breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles," Ariana Grande's voice rang out from the camera, while Monica, the girl who was posing, lip-synched and danced along with the pop star's music. "Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble." She turned her back to the camera and looked over her shoulder with a sultry pout and touching her finger to her lips. "Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines, buy myself all of my favorite things." She winked and blew a kiss.

Monica continued dancing and singing, the camera recording everything. When the song ended, she sat down on the edge of her bed, facing the camera, a little winded but still smiling.

"Hi, I'm Monica," she said, looking straight at the camera, her hands clasped in her lap. She smiled, a hint of shyness. "I'm eighteen years old. I live with my mom. I'm a senior in high school. I'm a cheerleader and I'm the most popular girl in school. My boyfriend is the captain of the football team. We've been dating since we were fifteen. And..." She paused, her face become more serious, and she glanced away, her smile faltering. "And...and... this is BULLSHIT!" she suddenly shouted, standing up and throwing her arms in the air. "I'm not fucking stupid Monica! I'm not gonna pretend to be a little, stupid, bimbo, slut, Barbie doll! Fuck that! I'm fucking grown man with big dick! Fuck that, Jessica! You hear me?! FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU WITH YOU STUPID CURSE!!! FUCKING WHORE!!!"

With that, she kicked the tripod and camera over, sending it crashing to the floor, then stormed off. Camera still contionue recording, but now it was only able to see the carpet and the corner of Monica's bed. Her loudly breathe was interrupted by footsteps approaching.

"Hey, what a language, young lady!" a female voice scolded. "Watch your mouth or you'll have to wash it with soap. Now get downstairs and start on the dishes."

"Fuck you," Monica spat, then stomped away. "And fuck your dishes, Jessica! I'm outta here."

"Excuse me? What did you say, young lady?" the female voice shouted after her, then a pair of legs wearing white, ankle socks and sandals stepped into view. "Firstly, you should call me Mom or Mommy,telling you this for the last time! And secondly, I will not allow such disrespectful language in my house, young lady. You will show some respect and get your little, bubble butt down to the kitchen and do the fucking dishes! Right now, Monica!"

Monica's footsteps stomped loudly away, then she yelled, "Go suck a dick, Jessica! I'm outta here! Goodbye!" her voice become distant as she exited her bedroom.

"Get back here right now or else!" the woman warned, but the only sound was Monica's footsteps receding, then the door slamming. "God damnit! I knew it was a bad idea to give him this body. He's so ungrateful. I'd rather give him a dog body, or even a cockroach. But no, I couldn't do that to him. God damn him..." now face of mature woman in her mid thirties came into view, and than record is ended.

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The camera clicked on again to Monica posing in sexy pose in front of the camera, she still wear same outfit and pose exactly the same as the previous time, but she seemed calmer. Her smile is more relaxed, and her expression was one of resignation. "Hi, I'm Monica," she said quietly. She gave an exasperated sigh. "I'm eighteen years old. I live with my mother. I'm a senior in high school. I'm on the cheerleading...