An older woman, with blonde hair just like Emily, quickly glanced into the room into her eyes landed on you. Or on Emily. Or, you-in-Emily's body. Ugh.
"Oh, there you are Emily. Why are you wearing a swimsuit, dear?"
You grappled for words, trying to figure out how to respond. How were you supposed to respond in a situation like this?
"Uh.... I was at the pool and-"
"Oh that's right, you said you were going today, didn't you?" The woman nodded vaguely. "That's nice, I hope you had fun."
You blinked in confusion. "Wha- no, I was at the pool and then I was suddenly here!"
"Well, I hope you thanked whoever gave you a ride. I didn't raise a barnyard animal."
"No, you're not- I'm not Emily!"
"That's nice. Your father will be late again, so we'll have leftovers tonight."
And before you could respond again, she closed the door again. What the crap.... Your mom never let you go anywhere without constant supervision. And Emily got to go wherever she wanted? Lucky.
Still, something about that conversation felt... weird. You walked over to the window and stuck your head out. You didn't see any pools nearby.... Maybe it was a few blocks away? It'd be hard to imagine going to the pool on your own otherwise.
Nonetheless, it looked like you had the run of the place. Emily's mom wasn't going to interfere much. What should you do now?
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