“Are you really going out wearing that? Mom’s gonna be pissed if she finds out.” Matt told his sister Candice.
“Mom’s too busy crying her eyes out, because she got stuck with Dad’s body. Besides, it’s not like I’m forcing you to dress my body in any particular way.” Candice retorted.
Matt didn’t really want to press the issue. He was still groaning about this whole Freaky Friday-esque weirdness his family was experiencing. His sister was in his mom’s body. He was in his sister’s body. His mom was in their dad’s body. And their dad was back off at Matt’s college in his body. He often thought about how his dad was the only one sorta fine with this whole thing.
“That’s fair,” Matt finally replied to his sister, “But where’d you even get those clothes anyway. There’s no way Mom’s body could fit into anything in your closet.”
“Mom’s body means Mom’s credit card.”
“Oh, I take it back. Mom’s not gonna be pissed. She’s just gonna kill you.”
“Whatever. Just get in the car.” Candice said as she walked over to the passenger side.
“You expect me to drive? Your body technically doesn’t have a license. I still can’t believe you’ve been putting it off for what? Two years now?”
“It’ll be fine. I have a learner’s permit. That means I’m allowed as long as there’s a licensed driver next to me, which mom technically is.”
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