Chapter 2645 Fucking Up His Better Half:>Ep2
- He considered his hair. Michelle kept her hair short, almost as short as Michael's own, but not quite. Fortunately, they were about the same color. He rubbed some mousse through his locks, and spiked it up a bit in imitation of Michelle's feisty, punky style. It wasn't identical to hers, but it would pass in the short term.
- Michael leaned back and regarding himself in the magnifying makeup mirror. "I'm a hottie!" he thought. Certainly hot enough to pass muster on the security camera! He compared his new visage with a photo of Michelle that was pinned up over the dresser. Very close resemblance; very close indeed. In fact, he thought he looked even better than she did! That asswipe Ray Burton would certainly fall for the deception, and would live to rue the day that he was born and chose to fuck with the wife of Michael Stanley, that's for sure. The bastard.
- Michael went to the liquor cabinet. A toast to his new-found manhood was quite in order! He poured himself three fingers of Sloe Gin to toast his new adventure. "Down the hatch, old boy! Today you stand up for your rights as a man!" He wrapped his painted fingers around the glass and slugged the drink down, and coughed spasmodically as it burned his throat. He hurled the empty glass at the wall so that he could revel in the masculine shower of glass shards. It bounced feebly off the wall, intact, and hit the cat, which yowled and scurried from the room. He rubbed his shoulder.