The Change

by Kirsten Miller

He bent over to grasp the stem at its base, exposing pasty white flesh and a fur-lined ass crack. Lucy and Jo both made retching noises.

forever ruining her best pair of Forenza jeans.

I loved my Forenza jeans in high school.

‘Witch’ is the label society slaps on women it can’t understand or control.

Nessa said with a sniffle. “I’m the punishment that fits the crime.” Harriett returned to her work. “Jo is the rage that burns everything down.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” he asked incredulously “You look like Amelia Earhart.” “And you look like a douchebag,” Harriett told him. “But I assume that’s what you were going for, so bravo—you really knocked it out of the park.

“When someone calls you attractive, it means you draw people to you,” Harriett said. “You think a tiny waist and wrinkle-free skin are the only things that can do that?”