"Be a dear, Mary, and go fetch my brother," Brivian said. "I have some calls to make."
"Yes, ma'am," Mary said, getting out of the limo and heading to the front doors of Carnegie Manor.
Brivian grabbed his cellphone and proceeded to call some friends of his. Like him, they were mature women of proper breeding and high social status. At least, that's what his memories told him. As he made his first call, the small breasts on his chest began to grow larger and more prominent.
10-year old Mikey Gibson (one of Brandon's friends) was finishing up his dinner in the kitchen when suddenly the phone rang. His mother Linda was busy washing dishes, so she told Mikey to answer it.
He left the table and picked up the phone, but he didn't recognize the older woman's voice on the other end and didn't understand what she was talking about. Something about attending a party? Maybe it was a wrong number. But when he ended the call and walked back to the kitchen table, he stopped halfway there, feeling odd for some reason.
