Round 19

[b]*Round Nineteen*[/b]

Andie was standing in a dingy laundrymat. There were rows of white colored washer's and driers filling the room. Helena appeared in a puff of cigarrette smoke. She appeared to be examining Andie as her dark eyes traced him up and down.

She flicked her cigarette as she cooed, "So how's my big strong man? I've been enjoying MY time with a couple of girlfriends these past few weeks. It's so much better when you actually feel attracted to somebody."

"A few weeks? What do you mean 'a few weeks'? You and I swapped orientation a few rounds ago."

"Yes but..." Helena let out a, "hmmm" as she dragged on her cigarette.

S.A.M. spoke in his monotone computer voice, "Contestants will fold a bin of clean laundry into neat piles. Whoever folds their bin the fastest while maintaining a sufficiently high standard will win."

Two identical creme colored laundry carts appeared next to each contestant. Andie eyed the cart with minor disgust. He wasn't about to give any effort on a laundry challenge. What the hell kind of challenge is a laundry challenge anyway? Who runs this show and makes decisions here? You don't even have to 'fold' laundry, you wear it so quickly anyhow, why waste your time folding it? Andie looked around the room with disinterest. He would never waste his time in a place like this. What's wrong with just spot cleaning clothes when they get a stain or something on them? It's not like a washer does it any different anyways. It's not like it co-

Andie looked at Helena who was frantically folding clothes, she was already over halfway done. He had missed the start! He halfheartedly pulled a shirt out of the pile and folded it in half before throwing it on a nearby washer. He knew he desperately needed to win against Helena but...maybe he would turn it on next time. It's like really, a laundry folding challenge? What's next a stamp collecting challenge? Maybe if he h-

Andie shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. His mind was trying to focus on anything besides doing a household chore. He watched as Helena reached deep into her cart and pulled out the final tiny pile of clothes and fold them. Her piles sat on a nearby washer and looked immaculate. Andie looked at the single shirt he had folded haphazardly. It slipped onto the floor.

Helena wiped her hands across her black dress which had acquired several threads and balls of fabric on it.

"Well Mr. Johannson, I would say 'nice try' but you didn't even give a little bit of effort. Maybe Mr. Johnson's swap went a bit too far...oh well, looks like you'll just have to learn to overcome! As far as you go Ms. Mode, what would you like to contribute to Mr. Johannson?"

"Call me Helena, please." Helena's voice was cold as she spoke, "I want him to take all my diagnosed mental issues. Bipolar, mood swings, manic depressive. It's finally time for relief."

"Please no." Andie had a pleading expression on his face as he stared at Helena.

Helena turned her head to look away as she muttered, "I'm sorry..." She paused before continuing, "but it's my only chance."

Andie felt a familiar tingle in his head. The tingle became very intense. Andie reached up and squeezed both sides of his head as he began to shake. He snapped his eyes shut and let out a howl as the tingling intensified even further. Suddenly the feeling stopped and he was left clutching his head. Andie opened his eyes and looked at Helena who had a big smile and tears running down her androgynous face. Andie felt a rush of instability and emotions as he too began to cry but out of frustration.

"Why would you do this to me you stupid fucking cunt?" Andie started towards her, "I'm going to rip your throat out and fuck the hole." Helena's smile didn't fade as she disappeared and the scene began to collapse. Andie was left punching and kicking washer's and driers while weeping uncontrollably.

While being uncontrollably frustrated, Andie realized there was much more to lose than just his body.

NAME: Andie Larri JOHANNSON

HEIGHT: 5"10

WEIGHT: 190 LBS

AGE: 20

HAIR: Just shy of shoulder length, straight and brown in a loose style.

VOICE: Youthful but somewhat DEEP AND BOOMING.

FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.

EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, INTENSE STARE, SHORT EYELASHES

FACIAL FEATURES: STRONG MANLY JAW, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, THICK NECK WITH PROMINENT ADAMS APPLE, Thick protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD

BUILD: HUGE MUSCLED ARMS AND LEGS; BROAD SHOULDERS, STRONG BACK; COVERED IN THICK BLACK HAIR; FLAT BUT MUSCULAR ASS; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach.

CHEST: FLAT, MUSCLED PECS COVERED IN THICK BLACK HAIR; Large and veinous feiminine nipples.

EXTREMITIES: LARGE CALLOUSED HANDS, HAIRY THIRTEEN INCH FEET, SHORT DIRTY NAILS

GENITALS: THICK, HAIRY PENIS. TEN INCHES IN LENGTH WHEN ERECT, FOUR INCHES WHILE FLACCID. BULBOUS BALLS WITH LOW HANGING SACK

TATTOOS: NONE

PIERCINGS: NONE

OUTFIT: BLACK AND BLUE SKIN TIGHT SUIT. Short sleeves that leave the forearm and elbow exposed. Shorts that leave the entire lower leg exposed. A medium 'V' in the neck area exposes part of the chest and a triangle on the stomach expose skin beneath. TIGHT IN THE CROTCH AREA SHOWING MANLY BULGE. Shiny solid BLACK ATHLETIC SHOES. A small cumstain is evident on the left leg.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is not attracted to either sex, feels no sexual attraction. PREFERS TO BE DOMINENT IN SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS

PERSONALITY: DOMINANT, CONFIDENT, LEADER, WILLING TO TAKE CHANCES, STRONG-WILLED, PASSIONATE, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, INNOVATIVE, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression.

FAVORITE COLOR: SOLID DARK BROWN

EXPERTISE: CONSTRUCTION, HANDY MAN WORK, Taking care of small children, PLAYBOY MODEL CUP SIZES, MUSCLE CAR HISTORY, Sucking dick