#flashback

The most convincing argument I can make against starting your spec with the backstory and then jumping forward in time is this:

Casablanca doesn’t open in Paris. 

Start in the now and set up your now problem. Use the backstory to escalate in your second act. It will elevate your game like crazy.

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I didn’t believe in curses. Curses, magic, religion… All of that was stuff stupid people used to trick themselves into believing the universe wasn’t truly random and that their lives had meaning. So when I had a vivid dream about a fairy called the Fuckbunny, a sexy, curvy woman with lame bunny ears on her head, who told me that I was cursed to get dumber the hornier I got, I knew it was just a regular old dream anybody could have had.

That’s why, when I saw Him in the school library, I got scared.

Tall, short black hair, and tanned, his only flaw was his perhaps too-large nose, and even that fit his gaunt, sharp facial features. When his dark green eyes met mine, I immediately felt my heart jump a little. And when it did, I felt the thoughts I had about the essay evacuate themselves out of my head. Flustered, I tried focusing on what I was researching, but my thoughts just couldn’t collect themselves. “Was this curse real?” I found myself asking briefly. The thought that maybe, perhaps, I had been visited by an actual fairy who’d cursed me to turn me into a fuckbunny like herself, was so… So…

(stupid, irrational, idiotic, inane, impossible…) Hot.

It was so hot. Fuck, could the curse be real? No, only brainless idiots believed in that garbage. Still, I could tell I wasn’t getting anywhere with my essay, and the guy was very attractive, so why not go talk to him? I gathered my things and went looking for him.

After a couple of minutes, I found him in the 130 section of the library. I felt my heart do a little dance again. God he was so fucking gorgeous. I walked up next to him.

“Um, excuse me, I saw you earlier and I…” My words stuck in my mouth as he turned his head and looked down towards me. He stood at least a foot taller than I did, his figure impressive and imposing. I could see a reflection of myself in his eyes, my long blonde hair sticking to my face due to a thin layer of sweat forming from my arousal.

“Sorry, do you need to get by?”

I tried to compose myself. “Um, I uh… I’m too short to reach the top shelf. Could you grab me a book up there please?” I lied miserably.

“Sure. Uh, which book?”

Fuck. I hadn’t even given him a title. “Uh… Uh…” Why wouldn’t my thoughts come? “Uh… Never mind. What are you doing here in the library?

He cocked his head sideways at the stupid question. Why was I acting like such a brainless slut? Was I really this horny over a guy? The wetness I could feel in my panties was a clear yes, but I tried to ignore it. My head felt full of useless fluff. Blushing and looking down, I pushed all thoughts that didn’t have to do with this conversation here and now out of my head.

He continued looking at me, clearly confused, and then said “I’m here to check out a book.”

“Oh, really? What book?”

“Oh, just some stuff I’ve been meaning to read. It’s actually not in this aisle, I came down here on a whim.”

“Oh, that’s really cool.” Why was it so hard to speak to him? God I was so horny. This guy was so hot. “Um, what’s your name?”

“Mason. Yours?”

“Iris.”

“Oh, that’s a cute name. I really like it.”

I blushed even harder. “Thanks. My mom gave it to me.” Holy shit I was so lame.

Mason just laughed though. “That’s funny. You’re really cute.”

Oh my god, did he just say I was cute? “Thanks! You’re pretty handsome yourself, mister.”

Finally, this conversation was going somewhere. We talked a bit about various things. Each time he’d ask me about myself, though, I found that all my hobbies like reading, playing video games, and studying about nature were like, super lame and boring. So I let myself forget about nerdy stuff like that and lied about how much I loved doing my nails, doing my makeup, and reading fashion magazines.

The conversation eventually got more sexual. I started talking about how hot I thought he was. I told him about my bra size. I told him about my tits. I told him I wanted to see what he looked like without a shirt off.

“I’m wearing my sexy red lace panties right now. I’d love to show you,” I said seductively. Mason smiled a bit and stepped closer.

“You know, you’re way more forward than I thought you’d be. I like that.” Ohmigod, did he say he liked me?

“Yeah? I bet you’d also like to slide these soaking wet panties off me, wouldn’t you?”

“Hm… Let me think…” My face fell. Did he not want to fuck me? “Haha! Just kidding! I think I’d like that a lot, Iris.” Mason leaned in close and whispered, “when and where, baby?”

My breath was coming in heavy. My heart was pounding. “How about tonight, you stud? You can fuck me silly at my place.”

After we agreed on a time, I went home and masturbated furiously, unable to bring myself to orgasm. Fuck, why had I done that? Why was I acting like such a skank? Why did it turn me on so much? Memories of the dream started to come back to me, and I realized it may have been true after all. The realization that I was actually getting dumber the hornier I got made me even hornier, and soon I was humping my pillow like a bitch in heat.

After Mason arrived, my arousal only grew. Kissing on my couch, we slowly undressed each other. When his hard, delicious cock was out, I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. I bobbed up and down, gagging on his cock as he held my head and stroked my hair. I could definitely feel the affects of the curse now. I felt my memories dim, my brain turn to mush and leak out my pussy, and my intelligence fade away as Mason blew a bug hot sticky yummy load in my slutty mouth. I opened wide to show him my prize, and swallowed, then licked his cock clean. Once he was hard again, I got on my hands and knees. My tongue was sticking out of my mouth as he railed my pussy harder and harder, drool pooling on the floor of my living room as I got dumber and dumber.

“Wow… Curses really are real…” Was the last coherent thought that formed in my head as we came in unison, sealing my fate as a brainless fuckbunny for good.

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The sign out front read “50% off! Today only! Free readings, cleansings, and more!”
I wasn’t one to believe in such nonsense, but my friend had recommended this place to me.
“It works! I swear it does!” She had said. “She was able to get in touch with my dead aunt! It was like, I got the closure I had always wanted. Anyways, if you’re looking for something mystical, she’s your gal.”
So here I was. After expressing to Bethany my dismay at not being able to find Mr. Right, she had instructed me to go to a “psychic” and find out my “aura” so I could find a man I would really connect with.
I wasn’t sure at first. By Bethany had goaded me.
“You’re a smart, attractive girl, Sam! If I was a guy, I’d totally bang you! You’ve got sexy red hair, a cute petite body, and just the cutest freckles! Plus you’re a post grad student on a full ride scholarship, and in this day and age there are plenty of guys who want a sugar momma. I bet you have a spiritual block and that’s why you can’t find a boyfriend!”
Hesitantly, I pushed open the door.

A bell somewhere inside tinkled as I stepped over the threshold. My eyes struggled to adjust to the dimness as the door closed behind me, the last rays of light illuminating the swirling dust in the air. It seemed the only source of light inside the store was a dull green bulb hanging from the ceiling, giving everything a sort of eerie, murky look. I squinted and looked around. It didn’t look like anybody was here.
“Hello?” I called out. “I saw your sign and I… Uh…” I trailed off as I realized what exactly I was doing. This didn’t make any sense. An intelligent girl, like me, honestly believing in stuff like this? Of course not! Not that I thought it would work in the first place, I was simply curious, but the sight of the store convinced me once and for all of the shabby, shammy business fake psychics tended to run.
As I turned around and prepared to leave, a small, husky voice spoke form behind the counter.
“Sorry! I’ll be right there.” The woman who had spoken appeared from a doorway I had missed at first glance.
I was shocked. I had expected a short, stout old woman, with a big long nose and shawls and beads. Maybe with a lazy eye. But the person before me looked around my age. Long black hair with flat bangs that ended just below her eyebrows, a healthy tan, and easily four inches taller than my average 5 foot 2 height, the only part I had been right about was her larger-than-average nose. She wore simple clothes. A grey t-shirt with the local university’s logo, black jeans, and from what I could tell by the shape of her breasts, no bra.
“Excuse me. I was ah, napping. In the back. In my chair. I guess you don’t need to know that. Sorry. My name is Jezzie. And you are?”
The woman, Jezzie, extended her hand out to me. I was a considerable distance away from the counter, though, so I took a few awkward steps closer and accepted her gesture. “Uhm, my name is Sam. My friend, Bethany, recommended this place to me and I decided to see what was so special about it,” I said as I grasped her hand. “Sorry to have disturbed you. I was just about to head out actu-“
“No!” Exclaimed Jezzie. “I mean, ah, no. No, that’s quite alright. I always appreciate business!” I noticed her grip had strengthened considerably. She slowly let go of my hand. “We have a sale today, 50% off all our services. Please, if you’ll follow me.”
Jezzie beckoned for me to follow her through the door she had come from. I shrugged my shoulders. “Might as well,” I said to myself as I followed.

We walked through three rooms before Jezzie led me into what seemed to be a dining room. The chandelier above the table flickered on as she hit the light switch, illuminating the antique furniture. At first I thought the interior of the ancient brick building this business resided in was shabby, but as I looked around I saw that things were simply… Old. Dust seemed to settle on everything, and all the furniture was made out of solid oak. Large cabinets containing glass bottles filled with colorful liquids lined the walls, and the glass doors of all of them clearly hadn’t been opened in ages. I continued to take in my surroundings as I settled into the closest chair. A small cloud of dust puffed out from the cushion. I noticed to my left a polished silver mirror, the finish of which was starting to peel around the edges.
“I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home,” Jezzie said as she continued through the room, taking a left and turning the lights on in the adjoined kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink?I have tea and water.” Jezzie poked her head around the corner. “Oh! Uhm, tea would be nice,” I replied. “Black tea, if you have it.”
“You’ve got it!” Jezzie disappeared back into the kitchen. I looked down at my hands.
This place was seriously weird. Everything was so old, and it looked like nobody had bothered to dust or vacuum for who knows how long. Jezzie looked completely out of place in such a spinster’s house. On top of that, she was so shy and friendly. Definitely not the type I had been expecting. I had never seen a psychic that didn’t put on airs, so it was surprising to see a young girl such as herself act like a normal person while still trying to scam people. Maybe that was the scam. Maybe I was being tricked right now. Maybe this was all a ploy to buy my trust. Maybe-
“Here’s your tea,” Jezzie said, snapping me out of my thoughts as she placed a small cup in front of me. “This brand is best without sugar or milk, so please try it before you add anything.”
“Thank you,” I said as Jezzie sat down across from me.
“So, what services can I offer you today? Would you like to see our price sheet?”
I took a sip of the tea. It was surprisingly smooth and easy to drink, and the temperature was just right. “Well, my friend said you could help with my… Guy troubles. Although I don’t see how a psychic can help with that.”
“You’re right that you don’t really need a psychic to help with that, but I can certainly be of assistance! I offer aura readings, so you know that kind of guys you’re compatible with. I can also tell you your fortune, so you can be in the right place at the right time. Is that something you want?”
“No, not really. Honestly I don’t believe in psychics or the supernatural. I just came here to humor my friend, and when I saw the half off deal I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try something silly, just for fun.”
Jezzie smiled slightly. “Ooh, you’re a skeptic! I haven’t had somebody who wasn’t a repeat customer in a while so I sort of forget people like you exist. Well don’t worry, I’ll make sure this is worth your money!”
“Thanks,” I replied dryly. “I guess I’ll take the aura reading. How much would that be?”
“Well today aura readings are 20 dollars.”
I nearly spat out my tea. Normally she charged 40 dollars a reading? No wonder this place didn’t seem to get much business.
“That’s kind of steep. You’re lucky I make enough to not sweat 20 dollars on a novelty every once in a while or I’d walk out right now.”
“Wow, so cold,” Jezzie said. I could see that I had upset her a little bit with my criticism. I felt a small twinge of guilt before I reminded myself that Jezzie was the one scamming people, not me.
I don’t know why I was feeling so irritated all of a sudden. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m kind of on edge today. I’ll take the aura reading, please.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem. I’ll need you to close your eyes. Are you ready?”
I closed my eyes. “I’m ready.”
“Ok. Here goes! Hm… I see you’re very intelligent. Possibly the most intelligent person in your immediate group of friends. You know it too… You used to be humble. You still have some elements of it. You’re very aloof. You struggle to show affection. You are slow to anger but once you’re angry you become rash, irritable, and illogical. Ah, I see, you don’t like that about yourself do you? You’ve lost some friends in the past because of this. You burn bridges… Literally? I won’t probe further in that regard. Hm… Such a conflicting aura. Fiery red. Fierce. Dominating. And yet cold. Ice cold… There’s a duality there I see, and you’ve come a long way in merging the two. You could really make something out of yourself and you know it… In fact, that’s your goal. Oh, interesting! College professor! You want to pass your wisdom on to other generations… That’s rare, for somebody so smart to be so wise… Ooh, you don’t like that, do you? Your aura just became a hideous orange for a second there. You don’t like compliments huh? No wonder you have such a hard time with the guys-“
I opened my eyes. I had had enough. “I could use without the commentary, please!”
Jezzie looked at me. “The commentary is important. I need to see how your aura changes as your emotions fluctuate. But that’s ok, I’ve got enough. Would you like to hear about your compatibility?”
I glared at her. I thought this would have been a fun distraction but she was really getting to me. How had she seen so much of me? Was she really a psychic? This went beyond just a cold reading. I sighed. “Go ahead. Tell me.”
“Well, I’m sure you could guess the answer even without my help, but your compatibility is difficult. You always have to be right and unfortunately you haven’t lived on this earth long enough to do so. You know this about yourself and you have spent many years trying to get your fiery side in check, so you don’t put people off, right or wrong. You’ve also thrown yourself at your studies, learning as much as you can about the world. Your aura is a very deep purple. I sense a darkness that may push anybody away if they get too close. And when you feel personally attacked it shifts to an orange. Rapid aura changes are unhealthy, you know.” Jezzie smirked again. “Anyways, you’re compatible with much brighter purples, as well as pure whites.”
My head was spinning. “Not to sound rude, but I have no clue what you’re talking about with all these colors. I think I understand, but how would I even be able to tell somebody’s aura?”
“That takes a lot of practice. I think it would be better of me to say, it would be rare to find somebody who’s compatible with you.”
There it was. My irritation was back. “Bullshit. I have lots of friends. Why would auras even decide stuff like this anyways? It all sounds like fate to me, which is something I definitely don’t believe in.”
“Ah, please calm down. Auras don’t decide anything, they’re just projections of a person’s soul. They manifest in different ways; to me they manifest as colors.”
“I am calm! I’m just pissed I spent twenty dollars to have somebody tell me I won’t find love! You don’t even know what I’m looking for in a person! How can you say it would be rare to find somebody who can get along with me? You barely know me!”
I was standing and yelling now. Jezzie was slowly sliding down her chair until she was under the table.
“I’m sorry! Please stop yelling! I hate conflict!” I heard her meekly say. Slowly I realized that I had been acting exactly as she said I did. I sat back down, and then I got out of my seat and crouched underneath the table.
“I’m… Look, I’m sorry, ok. I didn’t mean to get angry. I know this is what you… Do. Even if I think it’s kind of a scam.”
Jezzie was curled up into a ball under the table. Could such a shy, meek girl really be the owner of this place? She looked up into my eyes.
“It’s not a scam. Just because you’re upset doesn’t mean you can insult me.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. Please come out from under the table. I’ll pay you full price for being so rude and I’ll be on my way.” Damn. I had made an ass out of myself again.

When we were both seated back at the table, I pulled out my wallet and slid 40 dollars towards Jezzie. “Take it,” I said. “It’s the least I could do after my outburst.”
Jezzie hesitantly accepted the money. Looking down, she said “Sometimes I wish I could be strong.”
I was caught completely off guard. “What?”
“It’s just… I’m really timid. I used to get pushed around a lot until I shut myself away. I admire people like you.”
Taken aback, I reached a hand across the table. “Are you alright? Did I upset you that much?” I wasn’t used to complete strangers opening up to me like this.
“What? Yes, I’m alright. You’re fine.” Jezzie pushed my hand back towards me and finished off her tea. “I can’t accept all this money though. You’re kind of right, I do scam people. I use my own meekness to make people uncomfortable so they give me more money. But I wasn’t doing that to you! I promise!” She added quickly. “It’s just… I feel a real connection with you. So I’m going to do something special for you. Your extra twenty bucks just bought you a thirty minute session with me, how’s that sound?”
“I kind of want my money back-“ I stopped as I saw a pout form on Jezzie’s face. “But, I’ll take the session. Sure. What is the session for?”
All the emotions I had seen on Jezzie’s face up until now had been small and fleeting. But this time she grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, you’ll see. But first I’ll make us some more tea!”

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