So this is a story that actually happened a little earlier this summer. My girlfriend, Jackie’s, parents were gone for the day. Her older brother was home for the summer, but he wasn’t one to bother us, so she invited me over. We were watching a little TV and then one of us had the idea to play truth or dare. It quickly progressed from some truths and a silly dare to some more interesting stuff.
Before we started, the two of us agreed that there should be consequences should one of us refuse to or fail to complete the question or the dare. We each wrote something down that the other had to do if they failed it. I wrote on mine that she had to give me a foot massage for as long as I wanted her to. I found out soon enough what her card said.
It started out pretty innocent, asking silly questions and dares. But then we started doing more dares, and they got a bit more interesting. We started doing some gross stuff, and stuff that we didn’t really want to do, trying to get the other one to cave. It kept going for several rounds before Jackie got me.
She called her brother, Alex, out of his bedroom. She explained quickly that we were playing truth or dare and that we were trying to beat each other. She asked if she could use him for my dare, and he agreed. I knew I probably wasn’t going to like whatever it was, and I was right. Jackie told me that I had to get down on the floor, pull off Alex’s dirty sneakers, then pull off his white ankle socks, and then I had to kiss both of his feet.
I hated life in that moment, because I really didn’t want to do anything to her brother’s feet. He worked out every morning and didn’t change his shoes or socks all day. But I didn’t really want to lose, so I knelt down in front of Alex and pulled off his shoes. That was when it hit me. His feet smelled worse that any pair of feet I’d ever been tortured with. It was disgusting. I reached for his socks and pulled them off too. I sat there in front of him debating, but then I decided that it just wasn’t worth it.
I told Jackie that I gave up and I’d do whatever I had to. She just smiled and said she knew she’d win. She told me to get up and handed me the card. It read, must be tied to Jackie’s bed for the next hour. I didn’t give away how excited I was, but I was mad I hadn’t lost sooner.