I sat in the middle of my kitchen floor, and I was a little dazed from the fall. Still, I felt a little strange. After getting my thoughts straight, I realized what was wrong: I had a massive wedgie. Groaning, I stood to fix it, and I realized that wasn't all that was wrong.
I went out to check if Karyn and Emily had left. When I didn't see either car in my driveway, I unbuttoned my jeans, which were riding a little low and fitting a little tight. Facing the mirror and closing my eyes, I dropped them to my ankles, preparing for the worst.
Opening my eyes, I was shocked. Above the waist, I was me. My arms, my face, and most importantly, my chest. Below the waist.. I was someone else. Smooth legs, wide hips, and a teal thong. I squirmed a bit, wondering how THIS had happened. Pulling up my jeans with a huff, I headed up the stairs to my room.
Sure enough, they'd left Photoshop running. Behind the picture of me with the edited jeans was a picture of Karyn, standing in the exact same pose, with the bottom half of her body missing. I cursed out loud...
yet another thing I'd have to fix.
