“Oh! Didn’t know someone else was here. Are you Brandon’s mommmmm….. I mean sister?!”
“Brandon… sorry young man. That name only sounds vaguely familiar.”
“Sorry! I may have the wrong townhouse! Not sure why my key worked. All these places look the same in this development.”
“It’s fine. Mistakes happen.”
“This doesn’t even look like our home! What was I thinking?! Long day at college. Adjusting to new classes. Impossible to find housing in town here with dorms filled up and insane market.”
“I know what you mean… a little. I’ve been looking for a house forever for my two daughters Brandi and Tiffany.”
“My name is Tim by the way. We have another roommate named Andy. And your name?”
“Amanda. I’ve had my fair share of memory issues today as well. I know I need to pick up Brandi at ballet practice in a few minutes. Things have been strange today since I found that antique book the previous owners must have left here. I tried to read a few passages of it but it was in a foreign language I didn’t understand and just threw it away. Heramamaba noi kawl or something it said?”
“What the hell! Why are my clothes changing! My voice…. What did you do?! Why do I sound like a girl!? I’m shrinking! WTF are these boobs? WTF am I wearing?! Is this a cheerleading outfit! OUCH!!! Something just felt like it kicked me in the balls. Long blonde hair???!!!”
“Tiffany! Get your act together before cheer practice! We need to pick up your little sister along the way!”
Belle
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