You do your best to walk back into the living room on your new high heels, wobbling and trying not to fall the entire way.
When you finally reach the couch you answer your phone.
Where are you?" Rebecca's shout from the phone
"Your stupid closet attacked me and dressed me like girl!" you shouted back.
"What?" she asked.
You growl and took a selfie of the machine’s handy work. Which you then send to Rebecca.
You soon hear laughing from the phone.
"Oh my god!" Rebecca laughed. "You’re a real cutie aren’t you James?"
“This isn’t funny!” You yell
“Yes it is!” Rebecca laughs
"No it not! The closet said I’m stuck in these clothes for 12 hours, and I don’t know how long it’s going to take to get my hair back to normal!” You rant.
"Listen, calm down. Werre you planning to do anything tonight?” She ask
“Well no?” You admit
“Well I need you here. This date has been a disaster. The jerk got called into work halfway through dinner. So now I’m stuck at the restaurant with no way to get back home or pay for the meal.”
“Come on you can expect me to go out in public dressed like this?” You ask
“Why not? I do it all the time, and with that make over no one will recognize you.” She retorts.
“Come on Rebecca no I’m not going out dressed in a skirt and blouse!” You cry.
“James are you telling me your not man to drive over here, hand me my purse so I can pay, then drive me back home so I can see if I can fix what happened to you?”
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