False Kiss – You’ll get caught if you brag and lie

I actually do have a pretty embarrassing truth or dare story from my childhood life that I have never forgotten about. This happened in the 6th grade when I was around 12 to 13 years of age in the city of Los Angeles, CA, US.

I was pretty well-known around my middle school and I knew a lot of kids because of my flexibility to adapt to different types of groups. I would hang out with different crowds so many people knew about me or had heard about who I was. People usually called me Bryce, but that was not my real name, I just told everyone it was my middle name.

There was this really "hot" girl that everyone in the school liked name Melissa. She was the type of girl that you would just die to hang out with or have her as your girlfriend. I would brag to my friends about how we went way back since we were young kids in elementary school, which we did, but I also added other details that were not true.

I bragged about how we both liked each other since the day we met and that one time in elementary school she kissed me. The kiss was magnificent and she even gave me some tongue action; this was completely false by the way. One day we were at one of those after school clubs and everyone decided to go to one of my friend's house after school to hang out.

Melissa and her friends went also and we decided to play truth or dare. When it was Melissa's turn she chose dare and one of my idiotic friends dared her to give me a big kiss like she had done before. The look at Melissa's face was indescribable; there were mixes of emotions from embarrassed to anger.

She walked up to me and slapped me right across the cheek. Everyone laughed and I was just struck. I was the talk of the town for the rest of the year and it was something I really regret.

I generally tried to avoid playing it, but sometimes that wasn't possible, including one fateful night when I slept over my friend Andrew's house. Andrew was a bizarre kid, to say the least.

We were close enough that I was willing to look very dumb in front of him. His mother, however, was a different story, and the moment the game started, she was continually tied into just about every dare.

That meant embarrassment that was too much for me, and Andrew seemed to see this coming. He created a rule that said that anyone who backed out of a dare would have to kiss the other person's butt.

That sounded gross, but I remember thinking, at the time that it wouldn't be as bad as some of the other things that we put on the table for us to do - after all, it would only take a second, and I didn't care if Andrew knew I had done something questionable, so long as no one else did.

Regardless, I hoped that it wouldn't come to that and picked truth as aggressively as I could, revealing more than a few secrets that I would rather have kept to myself.

When Andrew asked for a dare, I forced him to take a picture of his mother and lick it in front of her. He did so without batting an eye. It was more upsetting than fun.

I never liked Truth or Dare, and seeing my friend made an idiot of himself wasn't going to make me feel any better when I did the same. Just then, it was my turn, and I stumbled into a dare.

It doesn't matter what the dare was - it could have been just about anything and I would have considered it too embarrassing to do. And that's exactly what happened.

And so it went that, moments later, I found myself pursing my lips while on my knees... Years later, Andrew got a sex change. True story.

Truth or Dare was the game to play growing up. Although I don't remember how old I was when I learned to play, the memories of games throughout my childhood and teenage years will stick with me forever. The adrenaline of getting a "Dare" and the excitement and embarrassment of getting a "Truth" always kept the game fun, unique, and interesting.

When I was little, Truth or Dare had everything to do with being silly. Too young for "boy girl" parties, I'd play with groups of girls at slumber parties. Tucked away in our fluffy sleeping bags, huddled in a circle, we'd dare each other to dance like a monkey or ask each other which boy we thought was cutest. However, growing up a few years brought a new meaning to the game.

The involvement of men and hormones gave it a completely new aspect. My 16th birthday was one of the last times I remember playing Truth or Dare. It was the most "scandalous" but was also not particularly inappropriate.

I can remember it fondly, be slightly embarrassed, but still not feel ashamed. I had a co-ed dance party in my basement for my 16th. It was towards the end of the night and we were all danced out. Most people had gone home, but two of my female friends and three male friends were left in the quiet, dark basement.

We decided to play Truth or Dare. After a couple revealing truths and couple innocent kisses for dares, a male friend was dared to give me a lap dance. The music was turned on and my quite attractive friend started dancing for me. Everyone was full of giggles and laughter and yelling for him to "take it off!" So he obliged.

Just as he was straddling my lap shirtless, spinning his tee around his head, my stepfather stepped out of the dark, "Your ride's here."

While vacationing in Fort Lauderdale, FL, me and some friends decided to play a game of truth or dare and have a few drinks to pass the time. We all decided that it would be best to hold our "event" at Meghan's house.

We all arrived, and took up a spot in the living room and cracked a few beers. The 'truths' and 'dares' started rather modest, as usual, but increased in intensity as the alcohol intake and game progressed.

When it came time for Jake to choose truth or dare (Jake hadn't picked 'truth' once), he was blessed with the dare of spending two minutes in a sleeping bag with Meghan's cat "Vicky". Vicky was short for "Vicious" in most people's eyes and we all knew this would end badly. Meghan got the cat from her mother who passed away, and the cat would attack anyone who tried to pet her...

Meghan was the only exception. However, Jake, in his infinite wisdom and bravery, put on Three layers on clothes and got in the sleeping bag. He didn't see it much worse than putting his foot in a toilet (with un-flushed pee in it), doing a body shot off of Skittle (We called our 300+lbs friend "Skittle"; I never knew his real name)

Meghan grabbed the cat and opened the sleeping bag... "1... 2... 3..." The cat landed in the sleeping bag on Jake's face, got its claw into his nostril and detached it from his face. There was quite a bit of blood, screaming, and hissing/meowing. Jake emerged holding his face and sporting a pretty gruesome battle wound and said nothing more than, "I think we need to go".

We drove him to the local Emergency Room. Jake had to get over 10 stitches in his face, but the cat was unharmed. I haven't play 'Truth or Dare' since and I still ridicule Jake and his little scar from time to time.

Maybe he had something to hide, who knows, but in hindsight I'm sure he would have loved a chance to rethink his decision. We dared Pete to knock on Jillian's window.

Jillian was the unattainable neighborhood beauty. She had been since we were in second grade, and Pete especially had quite the crush on her. Now, mind you we were playing at around ten o'clock.

Jillian's window still had a light in it, however, so it was safe to assume she was still up. Pete's dare was simply to knock on the window. He didn't have to stick around and was free to run and hope he got away quickly enough so that she never was able to identify him.

Pete had no choice but to accept the dare, and thus he began the slow creep up to Jillian's window. He tiptoed carefully, hoping to make no noise before his knocking so as to not give her a warning and a chance to peek out and see his face.

Jillian's room was on the ground floor, so Pete didn't have to reach up to tap it, just walk up to it. We watched from a distance, giggling.

As Pete got about a foot away from the window, just as his arm began to extend to rap his knuckles on the pane, something went wrong. His body made an awkward jerking motion and it was clear he had tripped on something.

Instead of gently tapping on the window, his arm and his body thrust forward with all his weight behind it. We watched in shock as his hand and arm made a strong impact with the fragile window pane and parts of it came crashing down around his arm.

Pete yelled, then turned and ran, but the confusion and surprise of the situation caused him to be a little delayed in fleeing the scene. Jillian saw him running and was able to tell her parents who had come to her window just to smash it.

Pete was forced to pay their parents for the window and Jillian never forgave him. She always assumed Pete was causing mischief, little did she know the dare had been designed based on the fact that she was the object of his crush!