"OMG, look at Ben's cute butt!" Gianna texted

"OMG, look at Ben's cute butt!" Gianna texted her BFF Destiny 5 feet away from her and 11 feet from the 17yo male walking past the Claire's mall store where the girls worked.

Gianna and Destiny were testosterone-deprived. Working at Claire's causes that. So they hatched a plan to woo more male customers. It was genius - they would flash their tits and

faux intellectuals into the Barnes and Noble Starbucks to try the Toffee Coffee he just invented.

They sat in our book cafe reading slick magazines about photoshop design and train collectibles. Sadly, they would buy an espresso and make it last 5 hours. Thats when I pulled

down the blinds early today. As I turned the 'open' sign around, I looked down the street from the doorway. It seems life had been photoshopped and we knew it.

The sky was too blue, the clouds too fluffy and the streets where too clean. I had just locked the door of my photo shop when I heard a terrible clicking noise. I looked through th

e peephole and I could see someone sitting at a computer. Then it hit me. Someone was photoshopping a picture I was in! I felt a terrible burning in my retina. My eyes! I had pink

eye & dark rings. I went to the mirror:eyes green?,bags missing too & the creases on my forehead were disappearing.I went to the peephole. I want Jaggerlips! Would the photoshopper

finally put their bags down and abandon their cart so that I might rifle through it? Some days I hate having to stake out the camera stores to steal photos from the shoppers.