'Jonatha has two live in maids. Are they alike or unlike each other?'
Both of Jonatha's siblings thought the question was very strange. Zoe knew it didn't make sense, but at the same time chuckled at the idea. She felt bad for these hypothetical maids that would have to deal with their spoiled brat of a brother, listening to him ramble on constantly about fashion and boys and complying with his every whim. Mikey thought about how fun it might be to have two other people helping around the house, doing all the chores so he could spend time reading comics or playing games instead.
With Zoe being the anti-conformist she was, and Mikey being interested in some variety, both of them ended up responding 'unlike' to the strange text. They went back to their phone and games for a few minutes, before the clacking of heels signalled the arrival of their brother coming down the stairs.
"Mikette! Zoeina! Oh good, there you two are. Hope you're not too busy being couch potatoes to do your job~" Jonatha said in a sing-song tone. "I'm hungry. Surprise me. Send it up to my room when you're finished. Toodles~" And just like that, his clacking resumed as he made his way back up the staircase.
"Who the hell does he think he is?" Zoeina fumed. She had been working all day, and of course Jonatha just had to come talk to her during her 5-minute break. Sure, she was grateful that the Madisons had adopted her from that horrible foster care. She'd do everything she could to return the favor, even if they just used her as an extra hand around the house, and she wasn't really considered family. Even if that meant doing everything their bratty kid wanted. That didn't mean she had to like it, though.
"Now now, Zoeina." Mikette had placed a gentle hand on the shoulder of her younger protégé. "Let's not fuss over what we can't change. Why don't we head to the kitchen and find a healthy option for the young master? I know for a fact you're quite the expert on delicious salads!"
Zoeina perked up a bit, before looking at her taller coworker. "...you're right. I'll knock his damn socks off!" Mikette raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, uh, sorry. His darn socks off!"
Mikette gave a warm smile. The Madisons had hired her after hearing about her excellent reviews, and she was determined to provide high-quality service. They had entrusted her not only to look after their pride and joy, but to ensure Zoeina matured into a fine young woman. And that was what she was going to do. No matter how demanding- or demeaning- Jonatha was.
'Would you rather be a gym bunny, or a beach bunny?'
Karyn was relieved that she had been given other options by the texter- although it was still between two things she didn't really like. A gym bunny would mean she'd be obsessed with working out. Although she wasn't much of a gym type person (she preferred walking around town mostly), the few times she had self-consciously guilted herself into going were enough to see what future might be in store for her. They were the eye candy for all the men working out, and even worse, they loved the attention. Not bad people per se, but definitely too comfortable with their femininity for Karyn's own tastes.
So of course, that completely ruled out the beach bunny option...right? Any complaints she could have about option one seemed to just be amplified in option two. It would probably be easier to retain some semblance of her current life with the addition of going to the gym every day, rather than spending countless hours at the beach flirting with men. Oh god, what if her whole wardrobe turned into bikinis?!
The choice was such a no-brainer for her...yet here she was, still trying to weigh the two options...but why? Becoming someone completely different from her original self...it was strangely...appealing. Exciting, even. Karyn had never really felt this rush go through her- how easy it would be to turn her entire life upside down with a quick message, and to have no one remember her tomboy past. Is the texter doing this to me? Maybe it was a failsafe- since she had denied the first set of questions, he could be forcing her to entertain both options now. But it was scary how she didn't feel like she was being forced- she really could see the appeal in showing off her tanned bod at the beach!
So with both options being seriously considered, Karyn's mind worked overtime to come up with a choice. And finally, with her fingers typing away on the keyboard, she chose...
