Feels good to be a bitch!
“Hey sexy, you need a lift?” Nick frowned as he shielded the sun from his eyes to see the source of the noise: Some middle aged man pulling up in a sports car, clearly compensating for something by the look of his out of date clothes and greying, dyed a bit too black for anyone to mistake it for his natural color hair. “Really? That’s what you’re approaching me with? God, as if!” He scoffed back, smiling when he noticed his words had hit their mark. “Look at your dusty ass outfit and then look at me, did you really think you had a chance? You’re not fooling anyone with the hair, by the way!” He knew he wasn’t supposed to think it, but god, it felt good being a bitch. Seeing guys’ faces fall as they got shot down, rubbing the fact that he was out of their league in their faces, he knew it was wrong but the rush it gave him doing it ran right through his body like fireworks every time. It was one of many personality traits he now struggled with since the Role Exchanger made him almost un...