The Diary of a Young Jacket
"Oof! It smells in here." I thought as I was being stretched and rubbed against people on the subway. My owner has a car, but for some reason, he prefers to use public transportation. I think he might be stalking someone. Ah, I almost forgot, I am Sir Jack. I am a sentient Jacket. I can think, feel and ugh! Smell things. It's 2020, it'd be unwise for you assume that I don't have feeling s. Let me tell y'all a story. I was on my owner, with my hot body wrapped around his. I saw this jacket in the office. He was Gucci. He had zips in all the right places. I wanted my owner to get closer so I could get a better look, but alas, he doesn't really swing that way. I tried to swallow my feelings, "Cool your jets, it's just hormones" I said. But the heart wants what the heart wants. That night, all I could think about was the jacket I saw in the office The way his hot tanned leather wrapped tightly around the body, the way his zips teased me...