"I guess there are worst ways to wake up at the start of a day," you said to yourself recalling all the times mom had woken you up early in the morning to go garage sale hunting.
It's not like anyone would see you in the privacy of your own home unless mom had installed video cameras just for this purpose. That was something she would do too, but thankfully she was a neanderthal when it came to technology. You shrugged and picked up the slippers.
"Why the hell not? I'll play along, mom."
Easier said than done as getting the slippers on proved to seemingly be an impossible task. Checking the tag, you read that they were a size six in women's while you were easily size twelve in men's. Through conversations, it would be like you trying to squeeze into a pair of shoes from when you were six.
Somehow, you managed and though it was tight you couldn't help but enjoy how comfortable the plush slippers felt. It was almost like magic the way they seemed to mold around your feet and massaged them with every footstep.
The robe was also supposedly too small for you as well, but just like with the slippers you were able to successfully wear it. However, it proved to be oddly proportioned on you. The bottom came up all the way to your thighs while the actual fabric remained loose and open, meant for a woman both shorter and fatter than you. After several attempts to stretch the pink robe down past your knees, you gave up as it bounced back into place.
"Well, this isn't too bad I guess," you waddled around the room getting used to the soft material brushing against your skin. It was actually pretty comfortable, more comfortable than your thin pajamas underneath everything. "Now what's this about the other note?"
You made your way into your parent's room and to your mother's wardrobe directly parallel to your father's. Opening it revealed a slew of your mother's favorite outfits including her usual business suit complete with a black blazer, green button shirt, and black skirt. Another noteworthy outfit was her some of her casual clothing which she typically wore around the house on her days off such as jeans and a v-neck.
You were so caught up with how many options your mom had that you didn't even notice the sticky note placed firmly in the front of the rack. Just like the last note, it had your mother's handwriting and was oddly vague about a great deal of things.
Johnny,
I'm assuming that by reading this note you've already donned the robe, I know I've raised my boy to be honest after all. That means that the catalyst is in place and the process can truly begin. But I digress, all that I promise to explain in full detail later. What's important now is that you continue with the scavenger hunt.
Rest assured, honey, there will be a lovely prize awaiting you at the end of everything. Your first step is to take off the robe you are wearing and get dressed in one of my outfits. Any of them will do for now.
I promise, Johnny, this is all well worth your while. You'll gain something you could only dream of before this little game is over. When you get dressed, head down to the kitchen and check where my coffee cup usually is.
Mom
It all seemed rather cryptic and mysterious, exactly how your mom would behave before unleashing a prank on you. You were hesitant to continue along with this little charade, but you had to admit that the promise of a gift was tempting. Your mother seldom lied about things, especially something so trivial as a present. A reward for being a good sport to her craziness seemed fitting to her character.
"Alright then mom," you said to yourself. "But I'd better get something big out of this. Like a new Xbox."
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