Becoming Carla's Girlfriend

"I noticed you've been asking a lot of questions about things like my pantyhose, my underwear, and even my toenails. Since we have nothing better to do, how about you prove to me that you're so good at painting toenails like you mentioned the other night?"

I chuckled. I knew I had very good dexterity in my hands. I have always tinkered with small electronics for much of my younger years so I didn't think it would seem like much of a challenge.

"If I paint your toenails better than you, you will always want me to do them for you and that's not something I am prepared for!"

Carla then thought about it for a second.

"Well, instead of painting my toenails, how about you paint your own?"

I was intrigued. The thought had never crossed my mind to ever paint my nails. That being said, I have been envious of all the outfits, colours, and styles that women get to wear. Generally, as a male, I've never been able to deviate that far from what I deemed as acceptable male clothing.

"If I can paint my own nails without making a mess, you have to give me a massage."

Carla looked at me with an intrigued looked on her face which then spread into a cheeky smile.

"But, if you make a mess, you have to keep them painted all week in a hot pink colour."

Having dwelled on it for a short while, I decided my fine motor skills were good enough to not make a mess when painting my own toenails. I'd easily have this bet in the bag. Besides, what's the worst that could come out of this? No one would see my pink toes if I lost the bet, and better yet, I would get a massage if I managed to do a good job.

"Deal."

With a little squeal of excitement, she rushed off to the bathroom and came back with a baby blue nail polish bottle.

"Go for your life, I can't wait to see you with toes pink for a whole week!"

As I instinctively shook the bottle like I did with small electronics cleaner, Carla got her phone out and started to record me.

"Can you please not record this, it's a little embarrassing!"