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“That’s an odd thing to say...we live together...” you say, a little awkwardly.
“Uh, I guess so...” Mirrane says, blinking a few times as if she was caught off guard. “I guess I was just looking forward to us time, plus I was at work and-”
“But you don’t work. I work.”
All of a sudden, you’re in a dress shirt and tie, indicating you have a job. By that logic, Mirrane is no longer a nurse. It appears she still has a place that you are likely paying for.
“That’s w-what I said, babe. I know you got home a few hours ago but I always give you space to calm down,” she says. “I mean if I still worked as a nurse I’d want my space too after I-”
“Mirrane, you’re kidding, right? You never had a job ever!” You say, fake laughing. “You never even went to college, for that matter.”
All of a sudden, you aren’t standing in her house: now you are in YOUR house, and you are now in a suit, so you must make more. You suppose reality had to accommodate her never having an income.
“Um...so what’s your point?” She says, a little standoffish.
“My point is...well...I don’t even fucking know,” you sigh. “Look, you have no memory of our conversation since I said ‘That’s an odd thing’ to you.”
Mirrane eyes open wide and remain so for just a moment, almost entranced. A second later, she regains her senses as if nothing had happened.
“So, babe, I think you need your girlfriend to calm you down after your long, stressful day...” she says slowly, putting her finger on your chest.
“My day was easy,” you say. “I am a millionaire, so I don’t really work too too hard on the job.”
Your house is now MUCH bigger and Mirrane is wearing some more high-end clothes.
“Ugh, can you let me be slutty once, babe? Gosh!” Whines Mirrane, pouting. She’s very immature, isn’t she?
“This is so out of character. My girlfriend is very mature for her age.”
Mirrane immediately stops her complaining and stands up straight, now much more assured.
“I believe I meant what I said: you should just let me be a little naughty here and th-”
“Excuse me? You’re a classy woman. That’s no way to talk.”
Mirrane’s designer clothes morph into a short black dress with expensive jewelry as her hair is woven up into a refined updo. Her vexation fades as her new, poised personality sets in.
“Darling, I may be out of tone, but I long for us to be intimate again,” she says, softly. “Is that too much to ask?”
“Not at all.”
“Uh, I guess so...” Mirrane says, blinking a few times as if she was caught off guard. “I guess I was just looking forward to us time, plus I was at work and-”
“But you don’t work. I work.”
All of a sudden, you’re in a dress shirt and tie, indicating you have a job. By that logic, Mirrane is no longer a nurse. It appears she still has a place that you are likely paying for.
“That’s w-what I said, babe. I know you got home a few hours ago but I always give you space to calm down,” she says. “I mean if I still worked as a nurse I’d want my space too after I-”
“Mirrane, you’re kidding, right? You never had a job ever!” You say, fake laughing. “You never even went to college, for that matter.”
All of a sudden, you aren’t standing in her house: now you are in YOUR house, and you are now in a suit, so you must make more. You suppose reality had to accommodate her never having an income.
“Um...so what’s your point?” She says, a little standoffish.
“My point is...well...I don’t even fucking know,” you sigh. “Look, you have no memory of our conversation since I said ‘That’s an odd thing’ to you.”
Mirrane eyes open wide and remain so for just a moment, almost entranced. A second later, she regains her senses as if nothing had happened.
“So, babe, I think you need your girlfriend to calm you down after your long, stressful day...” she says slowly, putting her finger on your chest.
“My day was easy,” you say. “I am a millionaire, so I don’t really work too too hard on the job.”
Your house is now MUCH bigger and Mirrane is wearing some more high-end clothes.
“Ugh, can you let me be slutty once, babe? Gosh!” Whines Mirrane, pouting. She’s very immature, isn’t she?
“This is so out of character. My girlfriend is very mature for her age.”
Mirrane immediately stops her complaining and stands up straight, now much more assured.
“I believe I meant what I said: you should just let me be a little naughty here and th-”
“Excuse me? You’re a classy woman. That’s no way to talk.”
Mirrane’s designer clothes morph into a short black dress with expensive jewelry as her hair is woven up into a refined updo. Her vexation fades as her new, poised personality sets in.
“Darling, I may be out of tone, but I long for us to be intimate again,” she says, softly. “Is that too much to ask?”
“Not at all.”
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