LexaWins

If you have more time to kill, the opportunities are endless. You could make me order a takeaway to then hand it over and kneel on the cold, hard ground begging for scraps. You could make me buy you something in gratitude for your attention. Make me buy a nice haul of cosmetics only to throughly destroy it, even make me help. Or make me apply the most awful clownish make up and promise this will be my new look from now on. You could drag me to a barber and make sure I leave with a buzzcut, or to a tattoo parlour, tell me exactly what I'm getting tattooed where. It could be a homing beacon for others to treat me the same, a slur, James, anything mortifying. I think my forehead would be the best place, a nice little label I'll never be able to hide again. Every penny paid by me, naturally. I should've been a real man if I didn't want this.