Razput

Gassidy: part one (Warning: this story contains fart fetish material. If you aren’t into that kinda thing look elsewhere.) I sat through rehearsal offstage, staring at my phone and wearing the back end of a centaur costume. This had become my habit ever since my counterpart moved schools. The director’s search for a replacement had been unsuccessful for three rehearsals running now. It was nice to have a bit of chill time, And REALLY nice to not have to shove my face up against someone’s butt or hours on end. The only thing I had to contend with was the dirty looks I kept getting from Alicia. For some reason Alicia and I were constantly pissed off at each other. I can’t even remember what started it. I mean she’s always been kinda stuck up. A real straight A, Teachers pet type. She’d even kissed enough butt to get the female lead, as evidenced by her elegant princess costume. So she’s always looked down on me for being lazy. To be fair she’s totally right. I AM lazy, but