You stepped into the kitchen, looking at the toaster, it had popped up, with the pleasant scent lining the room. Pulling it out, you sat in a chair, and chewing at the toasted pop tart in your had.
Just then, footsteps came hard and quick down the stairs, your Mother walked into the kitchen.
Standing up, "Mum, I can explain," she say holding out one hand.
"You can," she says lifting an eye brow, "Well perhaps you could explain why you were using the toaster with out supervision."
"Well, I just woke..... What, Mum, I'm 18 I can use the toaster without you watching me."
"Then why is it last time you used it, you almost set fire to the bread and almost gave yourself food poisoning."
You just gave a look of confusion, "Mum, I haven't done that since I was four," you note, feeling quite puzzled.
"John, it was last week," she sighed, "Just call before you use anything in here."
With that she left, and you took a rather frustrate bite, "That was odd."
"I should go change," You say as you got walked up the stairs, finishing your pop tart.
Moving into your room, you checked you wardrobe. You jaw dropped, all your jeans and jumpers were gone, Skirts, dresses, and the occasional blouse took their place, in place of your shirts, were more shirt, just taking on a more feminine design and appearance, along with tank tops and the likes. And more girly shoes at the bottom.
Your grabbed you face, "I am really going to get Kelly for this!"
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