This choice: Follow Josh as he spends the rest of the day living Lynn's life • Go Back... **Originally added by Sandyseeker, but changed to match the story**
"I can't believe this is happening." Josh grumbled to himself as he made his way over to Jenn's bed to have a seat and hung his head in humiliation.
"I don't really know what I can tell you, sweetie." Jenn replied to her boyfriend. "I won't get much spell research done with you lurking around up here in my room all day." She scolded him as went back to reading the book. He remembered last year when they were studying for finals and Kira kept on pestering Jenn to let him take a break so that he could team up with her and kill some other players, but this started to stress her out since she usually studies with silence and after that they tended to study in the campus library. "How about you go do some Mom Stuff while I go and get this figured out." She suggested to him.
Hanging his head lower in humiliation, Josh simply replied. "I can't believe this is happening."
"But I'm not your Mom." Josh whined.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Jenn looked up from her book. "I know that and both you and my Mom know that, but the world doesn't see it that way. Now just go downstairs and act like you think my Mom would. She will come back later this evening and help you get ready for your big date..." She was suddenly cut off by Josh, who looked even more mad.
"I'm not going to go on a date with your Mom's boyfriend." Josh protested.
Without missing a beat, Jenn countered with, "You will unless you give me some peace and quiet to try and find a spell that will reverse this." Looking flustered, she looked back down at the book to try to figure it all out.
Defeated, Josh started to go to the door, but he turned to his girlfriend. "Fine, I will leave you alone, but just what am I supposed to do all afternoon. I don't have your Mom here guiding me."
"I don't know..." Jenn replied impatiently. "Mom things. Go, uh, do laundry, or vacuum the carpets. Perhaps finish getting dinner ready for us. Go take care of that kinda stuff."
Knowing that he wasn't going to get anywhere with her, Josh turned to go out of the room. "Whatever." He sighed. Instead of starting on the Marshall family's laundry, Josh headed into the master bedroom and sat down wearily on the bed. Glancing up, he caught a sight of his reflection that hung above Mrs. Marshall's wardrobe. He saw a depressed, nervous looking middle-aged woman with black hair cut into a bob. The short sleeved, flowery pink blouse and Khaki capri pants that tightly hugged the plump, mature curves of her rounded hips and thighs. Her breasts looked heavy as the bobbed up and down with each breath that he took. "Unless Jenn can come up with something, that's going to be me for now on." He sighed. "I've got to do something to get my mind off all this. Maybe I should go tackle some of her chores while I wait for the outcome from Jenn.
He frowned at the frumpy, slightly plump, nervous looking adult woman in the mirror. "I definitely need to do something to get my mind off all of this." He sighed as he lifted the dirty clothes hamper in Lynn Marshall's master bedroom and unceremoniously dumped its contents onto the King size bed. As he sorted the dirty clothes of Lynn Marshall according to color, seperating the lights from the darks, in preparation to do the laundry.
Jenn, you better pull a rabbit from your metaphorical magic hat." He grumbled to himself while sifting through a small mound of Mrs. Marshall's underwear. "Because there is now way I'm going on a romantic dinner with some old dude."
Completing his sorting task and without thinking, Josh grabbed a stack of rumpled, dirty clothes, piled them into a laundry basket, and carried the load off into the basement, which held the laundry facilities. "Wait a minute. How did I know where the washer and dryer are?" Feeling the goosebumps starting to rise on the back of his neck. Josh made his way down the stairs.
As he made his way down the old set of wooden stairs, the air began to smell moist, stale, and dank. He found the light switch that was inconveniently located at the very base of the stairs, so Josh had to descend into the darkness of this relatively unknown cellar before he was able to turn on the lights. "I can't believe Bill allowed them to put light switch down here and not at the top of the stairs." He said to himself, but stopped when the memories started to come flowing into his head. "Great."
At the bottom of the basement stairs, Josh flipped on the lights and gasped at the enormity of the Marshall's basement. it was the length and width of the foundation of the entire house, but all laid out as one single, gigantic room. The room was stacked, practically from the floor to the ceiling with clutter! Sloppy, irregularly piked towers of cardboard boxes dominated the room punctuated with periodic mounds of old children's toys, bicycles, broken gardening equipment and out dated computers from decades ago. "I wouldn't be surprised to learn that the Ark of the Covenant is hidden down here in one of these boxes." He grumbled. The thoughts of Bill, Jenn and Kira's father, eagerly going through the boxes at Yard Sales and bringing home junk. That was before the Pancreatic Cancer was found and he was given 6 months to live. He didn't fare well with the chemo therapy and he would have to coax him to eat or debate on going to find him some marijuana so that he would be able to keep the food down.
As he started to look over the boxes, Josh could feel a tear form and fall down his face. The boxes were labeled as Christmas decorations, Halloween, Easter, Forth of July, Veterans' Day, Flag Day, and so on. "Crazy family of pack rats." Josh grumbled to himself as he started to wipe the tear from his face. "Unless Jenn can find a reversal spell, I'm now Mrs. Pack Rat."
As if cued by Josh's passing comment regarding rodents, a tiny gray mouse suddenly darted across the concrete fool of the basement, hurriedly scurrying from one hiding hole amidst one pile of boxes into another near a stack of folding chairs, broken umbrellas, and garden hoses. "EEK!" Josh shrieked, genuinely surprised at his own fearful reaction to the harmless creature. Nonetheless, Josh lost his balance as he dropped the load of laundry and fell backwards into one of the towering piles of cardboard boxes.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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