RETURN PROBLEMS – CHAPTER 1 - TG STORY

 

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----- Chapter 1: No Devolutions -----

-- Written by “Irene Naridza” and “Gale Kepler”

Cindy was in big trouble. A couple of days ago. She was browsing a women's clothing page and she was amazed at how many cute items there were. It was nothing like the physical stores in her city. Not only did they have better designs, but they had them in all sizes and different colors.

She began marking each piece of clothing that she found attractive. But she was careless and she didn't realize that she was actually adding them to the cart. Hours after she her eyes marveled at such beautiful clothes that she had never seen before. She decided to close the page and go to sleep. If she had only read the picture that emerged, she wouldn't be in this mess. She thought it was some minor thing like cookie agreements, so she hit it without thinking.

The next day she realized that she had given the confirmation to order all the clothes she had marked. She felt his heart drop to the floor and his blood run cold. When verifying that there were more than 100 garments and 12,000 dollars, which would translate into 360,000 maygels. It was a very large sum. Added to the fact that she had charged directly from his father's credit card that she had registered without his permission, it made him want to tear his hair out of nerves.

She desperately checked if he could return the clothes, but in the guidelines of the page it indicated that it was not possible after 10 hours. To Cindy's bad luck that day she slept late. So that time had expired. As the internet was still something new, the chances of contacting the company and reaching an agreement were quite slim. She took a deep breath and thought of a way to fix this. A couple of minutes later she found the solution. “I will sell everything and thus I will recover the money.” she exclaimed. "Then I'll deposit the money in dad's account." She continued to form her plan.

“He doesn't usually review transactions unless he's missing a lot of money. So, he will never notice this mishap." Cindy already had her plan so without waiting she started. For that she called her boyfriend Mark and her best friend Laurent. They went to a small store that was owned by her family, usually rented to merchants. But lately it was free. Now that Cindy's parents were on vacation in Hawaii, she had access to the place.

"Thank you so much guys." She thanked her boyfriend and her friend as they sorted out all the clothes and other items. "I would do anything for you, baby." Answered her boyfriend while he arranged shelves. "Always with you through thick and thin" replied Lorena, her friend. A couple of hours later and I was all set to start selling. Lorena was in charge of spreading the announcement that there was a new clothing store with quite nice things.

That's how it was the next day. They opened the store and started selling. There was her as a cashier and her boyfriend and her friend as those who attended and helped customers. Sales were regular. Many girls and older women came in and bought something, but the influx was not what was expected. “This is bad, I have to get everything sold before my parents get back from Hawaii. Or else I'm DEAD." She thought to herself as she looked at the cash register and the winnings were no more than 3000 maygels. ($100 in local currency)

She began to analyze the environment. She looked at how her makeshift clothing store was doing to try to find a way to improve sales, and she noticed something. It was her boyfriend. The girls who entered were uncomfortable with his presence. When he approached to ask if he could help them with something, they felt uncomfortable and said no. That's why she approached him and asked him to go to the back to sort boxes. He agreed without further questions.

Cindy noticed a quick improvement. The girls were more interested in seeing the products and ended up buying more things. Also, a little more people came. What made Lorena's task a bit heavy, being the only one serving customers. Cindy joined her to lighten the work a bit. It was hard work, but they managed to close out the day by selling a lot. They had made a total of 55,800 maygels. Ella ($1,860) “Okay, but we need to go faster” she told herself as she devised a plan to improve sales.

That was how the next day she called her boyfriend a little earlier at the local. As soon as he arrived, Cindy took him by the hand and led him to the back. There was Lorena waiting for him with a makeup box on a newly installed vanity. “You said you would do anything for me. Well, I need you to dress as a girl so you can serve customers." She didn't hold back and told the whole plan bluntly.  

"What? I said it, but… this is crazy.” Mark replied. "Please. Do it for me, baby." Cindy asked him while she made tender eyes. That look was irresistible to him. “Okay… okay. But I think people will see me weird." She wanted to agree, but she had her doubts. "Don't worry. A little makeup and no one would notice that you are a boy." Lorraine said. "Trust me, you'll see."

Cindy took him to the vanity where her friend put makeup on him with different products such as; base, shadows, blush, eyeliner and lipstick. It took about an hour, but it was finally over. "My face feels heavy and strange." she commented. "You'll get used to it. Now put this on." Said his girlfriend as she handed him a bag with everything he should wear. “Hurry. Now it's almost time to open. We must take advantage of every available minute.” Lorraine said.

Mark entered the fitting room at the back of the store. Doubts flooded his mind again when he saw the women's outfit. He didn't want anyone to recognize him like this, but he wanted to help his girlfriend. He had no choice but to trust the makeup that Lorena had given him. He began to put on the clothes that were in the bag. They were black panties and a diamond patterned bra. He was able to put on the panties easily, but he asked for help to putting on the bra. His girlfriend came in, helped him and took the opportunity to place two strange objects on him. It was like water balloons, but transparent and made of a fairly resistant material.

“Those will help make it look like you have breasts. Not as big as mine, but you'll look great." Cindy left the fitting room and Mark continued putting on the outfit. They were flesh-colored nylon tights. Then a pleated black skirt, a white shirt with black stripes and finally some 3-centimeter heels. (1.18 inches)

Mark came out swaying a little in the heels, his face red with embarrassment that his friend and her girlfriend saw him like this. "Here." Lorena gave him a yellow pill. "Swallow it and don't ask questions." Mark obeyed and swallowed it. It was a pill that tasted very strange. It was then that Cindy took him by the hand and directed him to a large mirror that was in the place.

Mark couldn't believe the result he was seeing. "I'M A GIRL" he said in his new voice. "Brilliant. The pill worked." Cheered Lorena upon hearing that Mark's high-pitched new voice sounded just like a girl’s one. "Where did you get that pill?" Mark asked taking his eyes off the mirror for a second before seeing himself in that outfit again. He still couldn't believe the result.

"That does not matter now. We have to start selling.” His girlfriend said as she took his hand and they headed towards the front of the store. "Remember. Now you're a girl." Cindy began to explain. “This way the clients will not feel uncomfortable with your presence.” She unlocked the door and turned the sign over to indicate that the store was "open." Cindy approached Mark to tell him the most important thing. “Say your name is Mary. Memorize that name.” She indicated. "OK. I'm Mary”

A few seconds later girls began to arrive to buy clothes. Cindy gave Mary a little shove on the back so that she would attend to them. She felt her heart race when she was face to face with them. She was afraid they would find out. But she remembered that she was doing all this for her beloved girlfriend. So, she swallowed her nerves and feigned composure as she attended to the girls.

"Hello. Welcome to our store. Can I help you with something?" she asked kindly. The girls looked at her for a few seconds. Mary shuddered to think that they had noticed the true. “We were looking for some shirts with cat prints.” Answered one of the girls. “Yes, a friend of ours bought a very nice shirt yesterday. She told us that she bought it here." Explained the second.

“Those shirts are over here. You have good taste. We still have many of them in various colors, sizes and designs.” She indicated them as she headed to the side of the store. She waved to the girls, who followed her to find what they were looking for. They were so delighted with the shirts that they bought more than one pair each.

It turned out that Mary had a certain talent for selling. This way the day passed. More and more people came. Teenagers, adults, older women and even men who were looking for something for a female companion. Customer traffic was still much higher than the previous day. Cindy had to help with the customers that were filling the store. It was a heavy beat that continued until lunchtime.

They all went to the back to eat a snack. It was chicken with potatoes and some lettuce that Cindy had made. “Cindy. Was there seriously no way to return the clothes?” Mary asked as she complained about how uncomfortable it was to wear heels. "Yeah. I checked it several times." She explained to her again. "But calm down. It won't be long and we'll finish selling all this.” She assured her as she pointed to the boxes with various items of clothing. "Besides. Remember. I'll give you your reward at the end.” She winked at her.

“I will also give you part of the money we earn from this.” She assured her friend. "Thank you so much." She said to her as she ate. “Yesterday's customers spread the voice, now more people know about this place, so it's possible, if a lot of people keep coming. WE WOULD SELL EVERYTHING TODAY.” Cindy explained excitedly.

With that positive attitude they went back to selling. Hours passed while dozens of customers came to buy. They were delighted with the clothing and other items they could find on the site. Client after client bought several things and thus the place was emptying.

 

To Be Continued…
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PROBLEMAS DE DEVOLUCIÓN – CAPÍTULO 1 - HISTORIA TG

 

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Escrita por: “Irene Naridza” y “Gale Kepler”

 

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----- Capítulo 1: Sin Devoluciones -----

-- Escrito por “Irene Naridza” y “Gale Kepler”

Cindy estaba en un gran problema. Hace un par de días. Estaba navegando en una página de ropa femenina y se quedó maravillada con la cantidad de prendas lindas que había. No se comparaba en nada a las tiendas físicas de su ciudad. No solo tenían mejores diseños, si no que tenían en todas las tallas y distintos colores.

Comenzó a marcar cada prenda que encontraba atractiva. Pero fue descuidada y no se dio cuenta de que en realidad las estaba agregando al carrito. Horas después de que sus ojos se maravillaran por tan linda ropa que nunca antes había visto. Decidió cerrar la página e ir a dormir. Si tan solo hubiera leído el cuadro que emergió no estuviera en este lío. Pensó que era alguna cosa sin importancia como los acuerdos de cookies, por lo que le dio a aceptar sin pensarlo.

Al día siguiente fue que se dio cuenta de que había dado la confirmación para ordenar toda la ropa que había marcado. Sintió que su corazón se caía al piso y que su sangre se helaba. Al comprobar que eran más de 100 prendas y 12000 dólares, lo que se traduciría en 360000 maygels. Era una suma muy grande. Sumado a que se había cobrado directamente de la tarjeta de crédito de su padre que tenía registrada sin su permiso hizo que se quisiera arrancar los cabellos de los nervios.

Revisó desesperadamente si podía devolver la ropa, pero en los lineamentos de la página indicaba que no era posible una vez transcurridas 10 horas. Para mala suerte de Cindy ese día durmió hasta tarde. Por lo que ese tiempo se había cumplido. Como el internet seguía siendo algo novedoso, las posibilidades de contactar con la empresa y llegar a un acuerdo eran bastante escasas. Respiró hondo y pensó en una forma de arreglar esto. Un par de minutos después encontró la solución. “Venderé Todo y así recuperaré el dinero.” Exclamó. “Luego depositaré el dinero en la cuenta de papá.” Continuó formando su plan.

“Él no suele revisar las transacciones a menos que le falte mucho dinero. Por lo que nunca notará este percance.” Cindy ya tenía su plan por lo que sin espera se puso en marcha. Para eso llamó a su novio, Mark y a su mejor amiga Laurent. Fueron hasta un pequeño local que era propiedad de su familia, normalmente se lo alquilaban a comerciantes. Pero últimamente estaba desocupado. Ahora que los padres de Cindy estaban de vacaciones en Hawái, ella tenía acceso al lugar.

“Muchas gracias, chicos.” Agradeció a su novio y a su amiga mientras ordenaban todas las prendas y demás artículos. “Haría todo por ti, bebe.” Contesto su novio mientras acomodaba estanterías. “Siempre contigo en las buenas y las malas” respondió Lorena, su amiga. Un par de horas después y estaba todo listo para comenzar a vender.  Lorena se encargó de difundir el anuncio de que había una nueva tienda de ropa con cosas bastante lindas.

Así fue como al siguiente día. Abrieron el local y comenzaron a vender. Estaba ella como cajera y su novio y su amiga como los que atendían y ayudaban a los clientes. Las ventas fueron regulares. Muchas chicas y mujeres mayores entraban y compraban algo, pero la afluencia no era la que se esperaba. “Esto es malo, debo lograr vender todo antes de que mis padres regresen de Hawái. O si no estoy MUERTA.” Pensó mientras veía la caja registradora y las ganancias no superaban los 3000 maygels. (100 dólares en la moneda local)

Se puso a analizar el ambiente. Se fijó en cómo estaba funcionando su improvisado local de ropa para intentar buscar una forma de mejorar las ventas y notó algo. Era su novio. Las chicas que entraban se encontraban incómodas con su presencia. Cuando él se acercaba a preguntar si les podía ayudar en algo, estas se notaban incómodas y le respondían que no. Fue por eso que se le acercó y le pidió que mejor fuera a la parte de atrás a ordenar cajas. Este accedió sin más preguntas.

Cindy notó una pronta mejoría. Las chicas se notaban más interesadas en ver los productos y terminaban comprando más cosas. Además, llegó un poco más de gente. Lo que hiso un poco pesada la tarea de Lorena siendo la única atendiendo a clientes. Cindy se le sumó para aligerar un poco el trabajo. Fue un arduo trabajo, pero lograron cerrar el día vendiendo mucho. Habían hecho un total de 55800 maygels. (1860 dólares) “Está bien, pero debemos ir más rápido” se dijo a sí misma mientras ideaba un plan para mejorar las ventas.

Fue así como al siguiente día llamó a su novio un poco más temprano al local. Ni bien llegar, Cindy lo tomó de la mano y lo llevó hacia la parte de atrás. Allí estaba Lorena esperándolo con una caja de maquillaje en un tocador recién instalado. “Dijiste qué harías lo que fuera por mí. Pues necesito que te vistas de chica para que atiendas a los clientes.” No se cortó y dijo todo el plan sin rodeos.

“¿Qué? Lo dije, pero… esto es un poco loco.” Respondió Mark. “Por favor. Hazlo por mí, bebé.” Cindy pidió mientras hacía ojitos tiernos. Esa mirada fue irresistible para él. “De… de acuerdo. Pero creo que la gente me verá raro.” Quería acceder, pero tenía sus dudas. “No te preocupes. Un poco de maquillaje y nadie notará que eres un chico.” Dijo Lorena. “Confía en mí, ya verás.”

Cindy lo llevó hacia el tocador donde su amiga lo maquilló con distintos productos como; base, sombras, rubor, delineador y labial. Tardó alrededor de una hora, pero finalmente había terminado. “Mi cara se siente pesada y extraña.” comentó. “Ya te acostumbrarás. Ahora ponte esto.” Dijo su novia mientras le extendía una bolsa con todo lo que debía usar. “Deprisa. Ya mismo es hora de abrir. Debemos aprovechar cada minuto disponible.” Dijo Lorena.

Mark entró al probador que había en la parte de atrás de la tienda. Las dudas volvieron a inundar su mente cuando vio el conjunto femenino. No quería que nadie lo reconociera así, pero quería ayudar a su novia. No le quedaba más que confiar en el maquillaje que le había dado Lorena. Comenzó a ponerse la ropa que había en la bolsa. Eran unos pantis y sujetador negro con estampado de rombos. Se pudo poner los pantis fácilmente, pero pidió ayuda para ponerse el sujetador. Su novia entró, lo ayudó y aprovechó para colocarle dos extraños objetos. Eran como globos de agua, pero transparentes y de un material bastante resistente.

“Esos ayudarán a que parezca que tienes pechos. No tan grandes como los míos, pero te verás genial.” Cindy salió del probador y Mark continuó poniéndose el atuendo. Fueron unas pantimedias de nylon color carne. Luego una falda negra plisada, una camisa blanca con rallas negras y por último unos tacones de 3 centímetros. (1.18 pulgadas)

Mark salió tambaleándose un poco con los tacones y con la cara roja de la vergüenza que le daba que su amiga y su novia lo vieran así. “Ten.” Lorena le dio una pastilla amarilla. “Trágala y no hagas preguntas.” Mark obedeció y se la tragó. Era una pastilla que sabía muy raro. Fue entonces que Cindy lo tomó de la mano y lo dirigió a un espejo grande que había en el lugar.

Mark no podía creer el resultado que veía. “SOY UNA CHICA” dijo con su nueva voz. “Genial. La pastilla funcionó.” Celebró Lorena al oír que la voz nueva voz aguda de Mark sonaba igual a la de una chica. “¿De dónde sacaste esa pastilla?” Preguntó Mark despegando su vista del espejo por un segundo, antes de volver a verse a si mismo en ese atuendo. Seguía sin poder creer el resultado.

“Eso no importa ahora. Tenemos que comenzar a vender.” Dijo su novia mientras lo tomaba de la mano y se dirigían hacia la parte de delante de la tienda. “Recuerda. Ahora eres una chica.” Comenzó a explicar Cindy. “Así las clientas no se sentirán incómodas con tu presencia.” Quitó el seguro de la puerta y volteó el letrero para indicar que el local estaba “abierto” Cindy se acercó a Mark para decirle lo más importante. “Di que tu nombre es Mary. Memoriza ese nombre.” Indicó. “De acuerdo. Soy Mary”

Unos segundos después comenzaron a llegar chicas a comprar ropa. Cindy le dio un empujoncito en la espalda a Mary para que las atendiera. Ella sintió que su corazón se aceleraba cuando estaba frente a frente con ellas. Temía que se dieran cuenta. Pero recordó que estaba haciendo todo eso por su amada novia. Por lo que se tragó sus nervios y fingió serenidad mientras atendía a las chicas.

“Hola. Bienvenidas a nuestra tienda. ¿Puedo ayudarlas en algo?” Preguntó de forma amable. Las chicas la vieron por unos segundos. Mary sintió escalofríos al creer que se habían dado cuenta. “Buscábamos unas camisas con estampados de gatos.” Respondió una de las chicas. “Sí, una amiga nuestra compró una camisa muy bonita ayer. Nos dijo que la compró aquí.” Explicó la segunda.

“Esas camisas están por acá. Tienen buen gusto. Todavía tenemos muchas de ellas en varios colores, tallas y diseños.” Indicó mientras se dirigía hacia un costado de la tienda. Les hiso señas a las chicas, quienes la siguieron para encontrar lo que buscaban. Estas estaban tan encantadas con las camisas que compraron más de un par cada una.

Resultó que Mary tenía cierto talento para vender. Así transcurrió el día. Cada vez llegaba más gente. Adolescentes, adultas, mujeres mayores e incluso hombres que buscaban algo para una compañera. El tráfico de clientes estaba siendo bastante mayor al del día anterior. Cindy tuvo que ayudar con los clientes que llenaban la tienda. Fue un ritmo pesado que continuó hasta la hora del almuerzo.

Todas fueron a la parte de atrás para comer un refrigerio. Era pollo con papas y un poco de lechuga que Cindy había preparado. “Cindy. ¿En serio no había como devolver la ropa?” Preguntó Mary mientras se quejaba por lo incómodo que resultaba usar tacones. “Sí. Lo revisé varias veces.” Volvió a explicarle. “Pero tranquila. Ya falta poco y terminaremos de vender todo esto.” Le aseguró mientras señalaba a las cajas con varias prendas de ropa. “Además. Recuerda. Al final te daré tu recompensa” Le guiñó el ojo.

“A ti también te daré parte del dinero que ganemos con esto.” Le aseguró a su amiga. “Muchas gracias.” Dijo mientras comía. “Los clientes de ayer corrieron la voz, ahora más gente sabe de este lugar, por lo que es posible, si sigue llegando mucha gente. QUE VENDAMOS TODO HOY.” Explicó Cindy emocionada.

Con esa actitud positiva regresaron a vender. Las horas pasaron mientras venían decenas de clientes a comprar. Estaban encantados con las prendas y demás artículos que podían encontrar en el sitio. Cliente tras cliente compraba varias cosas y así el local se iba vaciando.

Continuará...
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A DIFFERENT DATE - TG STORY

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----- A Different Date -----

-- By Irene Naridza

“Lorraine. I think this is a bit silly. Just look at me, I look ridiculous." Dario complained to his girlfriend. "Not at all. I say you look very pretty. Also, remember to speak in the female voice that I taught you or we will have problems.” Dario complied and massaged his throat. “Does this tone seem fine to you?” This time his voice sounded perfectly feminine. "Exact. Now don’t move while I do your makeup."

Dario obeyed and closed his eyes so that his girlfriend could put eyeshadow on him. She had completely feminized him. She had forced him to take a shower, shave his entire body, and change into a girl's outfit. It was white panties and bra, a dark blue skirt that fall above the knee, a blue and white striped beach shirt.

He wore white shoes and short blue socks. A pair of fake cups gave the perfect look to his chest. She had put a leather bracelet on it and a small necklace as well. Now she was doing his makeup and combing his extensions.

"Finally. You're ready, Daria." She said as she moved her feminized boyfriend closer to the nearest mirror. He gasped at his own reflection. “I look like a girl…” he was quite surprised. “Of course. Remember to get into your role or our parents will find out and we will never be able to see each other again.” Dario and Lorena's parents hated each other over a complicated issue.

Many years ago, Dario's father was driving drunk along the perimeter road, at one point he lost control and crashed into the car where Lorena's parents were, fortunately, they all survived. But Lorena's mother ended up with several fractures and a long time in the hospital. Since then, Lorena's parents hate Darío's parents and him too for being their son.

Since they went to the same high school, they gradually fell in love. Despite the prohibitions, they always found a way for their friends to cover them up so they could go dating. But that trick was getting old and their parents had already caught them few times.

That was how Lorena decided to create Daria. A coworker from her part-time job. That would justify why they would be seeing together for a long time. "Hey. You really did a good job coming up with the whole story and the script about my fake life, but…couldn't you think of a better name?”

Lorena tapped her head “I'm sorry, but I used all my imagination for your script. could you memorize it?” Dario put his hand on his chin, concentrating to remember. "Oh yeah. I'm Daria. 18 years old, I work as a waitress at a burger restaurant with you. I like light blue... pizza with pineapple, penguins, my parents work as accountants...” Dario continued listing the things he remembered from the script for a moment.

"Enough, you memorized everything.” Lorena stopped him by giving him a spank. "OUCH" Dario felt the fake crotch press against his real crotch. It was a contraption his girlfriend had made out of foam, fabric, and plastic. It gave him a flat crotch, identical to a girl's private parts. As Lorena says, it was for “In case of perverts.”

"Now, ready to go?" Lorena put a white bag on her shoulder and gave another black one to her boyfriend disguised as a girl. "Are you sure? I think it would be better to stay and watch a movie.” He objected. "It's been a long time since we went out for a walk together." Lorena said, Dario refused at first.

"Well, if you want. I think that today we could go for a walk…” He ended up accepting. "...but what if someone notices that I'm a boy?" He asked worriedly. “Don't worry, if you hardly believe that girl in your reflection is you. I doubt anyone out there could notice it." She took him by the hand and they left the house. Her boyfriend didn't resist, he let himself be carried away by the love of his life.

Out there he felt petrified for a second at the sight of passers-by. He was paranoid, feeling that everyone knew the truth and they were harassing him in whispers. The people who passed by them only saw a couple of friends hanging out on a beautiful sunny Wednesday afternoon.

Dario was making a constant effort not to faint every time someone passed very close to him whispering something. They were people talking to themselves about their own business, but he believed they knew the truth and he would get in trouble. But a handshake from his girlfriend made him return to reality.

They finally reached the park. "Look how beautiful the ducks look." His girlfriend said as she pointed to the pond. "Yes... yes they are very cute." He kept his false feminine voice at all times. Hearing him, Lorena winked, letting him know that he was doing it well.

Suddenly, Dario felt a cold breeze go up his legs and close them immediately. "Bbrrrrr" that chilled him and made him feel uncomfortable. "Come on Daria. There's no cold weather. The weather is very cool.” Lorraine said between laughs. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." She whispered right into his ear.

She took him by the hand again and they continued walking together. Dario looked at his girlfriend for a moment. This idea was risky, but seeing her having fun made it worth it. He smiled at her and they continued with their walk.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the park, eating ice cream, talking about topics they both liked, feeding the ducks, and even playing on the playground. Dario had no problem. The fake crotch was doing its job well.

It was a different date, but in the end, they both had a great time that day. Just as evening fell, they both swore that this occasion would happen again.

The End
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Link English Caption in Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/nair-tg-stories/art/A-Different-Date-TG-STORY-1046428299

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Link Spanish Story in Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/339986441-una-cita-diferente

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Link English Story in Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/339987372-a-different-date

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