With his lunch completed, Brandon went upstairs towards where his room was but as he looked inside of it, he shook his head. "Why would I want to go in Chelsea's room to get my stuff?" he asks himself when a thought comes to his head. 'Wait, who's Chelsea?' he thinks to himself.
He heads into the master bedroom which once belonged to his mom and starts gathering up his things, mainly his wallet, keys, and cell phone. His wallet had begun changing as a small strap had appeared on it while it got a little bit larger.
And since his wallet was too big to put in his back pocket, he just carried it by hand as he headed down the stairs and out the door towards his car as his age jumped up to sixteen which allowed him to be able to legally drive it. Once inside, he smiled to himself as he always enjoyed being pampered at his favorite salon.
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Whereas before Freddy was your normal young child who wouldn't really be interested in art, the person that he was becoming certainly was a fan of it. "And these were worth every single penny that my husband spent on these." he says to himself. "Wait, husband?" he asks himself.
While he continues to admire the artwork, his hands start to change as they get larger, gaining an adult size while his fingers extended, along with his fingernails when they gained a manicured appearance.
Just then the sound of footsteps entering the room caused him to turn his head and see who was joining him in the art gallery.
