🖼️ Fold Me Two Times, Baby!

When the news came of an upcoming Contortion Club opening at my school, my heart leaped with joy. But knowing how easily Mom got worked up over anything remotely dangerous, I decided to keep things under wraps.

To her, I casually mentioned that there was this new after-school group called "Accordion & Balalaika." The truth, though, was something altogether more spectacular – or maybe terrifying?

I spent a year honing my skills, twisting and bending my body into shapes most considered impossible. My flexibility reached new heights; I could fold myself in half two times, one frontbend followed by another tight backbend. It felt incredible!

Yet, despite this remarkable transformation, doubt lingered. Would my mother's eyes widen with terror upon seeing me bend in ways she never imagined possible?

So now, whenever I perform publicly, I choose to cover my face with an enigmatic mask to hide my true identity. The irony is almost comical – no one has ever questioned my unusual attire. Instead, they whisper behind my bendy back about how "mysterious" and "cool" I look with my hidden face.

Maybe one day I'll reveal my secret. But only when I get famous enough for Mom to be proud instead of frightened. After all, what use are superhuman abilities if your own mom doesn't approve?