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“This is your house Jo and light hair.”
“This is our house,” they say in unison. They begin to age as your brain begins to hurt again. Memories flood of these college grads buying your house and you becoming friends with them. You live on the other side of town now, but they help you with college apps.
“Light hair, what’s your name?”
“Rae” she replies.”
“Okay yeah that’s got to go. Your new name is Camila.”
“My new name is Camila.” Before your memories change again you do remember how she never liked her name and wish her parents named her something different. That’s probably why she accepted it so easily.
“And you are Latina.”
“I’m…Latina?” This confuses you too. She have some distant Spanish relative, but that was all you could think of.
“Yes, you are a sexy redhead Latina.”
“I’m a… sexy redhead… Latina.” Before you can think this guy is still a perv, you must admit he wasn’t lying. Camila was beautiful, and you always suspected Jo had liked her as you would too if you were gay.
“Camila you are also gay and horny.”
“I am gay… and horny.” You can see her quiver as she falls down. Camila was always the horny one in the relationship. Jo would confide that it was a blessing and a curse.”
“Finally, you both weren’t expecting us.”
“We weren’t expecting you.” There clothes change as their pants disappear and they wear matching pink shirts. The man lowers the pendulum.
“Ohhhh Jo. I need you.”
“Babe get up. We have company.”
“Oh shit. Heyyy Val. I thought we weren’t going to the mall for a couple hours. We… weren’t expecting you. Whose this?