Freddy sat down in the chair at the vanity, opening the drawers and pulling out various cosmetics on instinct. He wasn't able to say why, but for some reason he wanted to blow Gerald's mind when he came back downstairs. {Well why not? What's the worst that can happen?}
The thought gave Freddy an idea. He stood, searching the walls of the room until he found the intercom. He pressed the button, speaking into the microphone. "Sarah? Would you come up here? I need your help.
A few minutes later Sarah had arrived, peaking her head in sheepishly. "What is it you need, madam?"
Freddy smiled at the maid, wiggling in his seat as his hips expanded to stretch his pants to their very limit. "I want you," he said, in a voice that he failed to notice had acquired a latin accent. "To look as absolutely fabulous as possible. I want Gerald's eyes to pop out of his skull when he sees me walk down those stairs."
Sara smiled, then gave a small curtsy. "Of course, madam."
"So, what kind of look are you going for today?" Mary asked, as she spun Brandon around in his chair.
Brandon thought for a moment, idly scratching one of the b cup breasts on his chest. "Hm... I'm thinking something a little daring today, Mary. I'm going out tonight, and I want to look like the best person in the room."
"Of course. And so what are we doing today? Makeup, manicure, hair..."
Brandon felt a moment of hesitation at Mary's listing, realizing that all of those things sounded rather feminine. Then he steeled himself, deciding he wasn't going to embarrass himself in the middle of the salon. "The works, Mary. Hair, makeup, mani-pedi. Hell, if you can even through in some tips on some new clothes to match."
Mary gave Brandon a mischievous grin. "Is that so? Well the, I've had this idea for a look I've been wanting to try, and I think you'll be able to pull it off flawlessly."
Brandon felt his stomach drop and his heart quicken at the same time. "Perfect," was all he could manage.
Steve opened the door to find his house in complete disarray. The living room, the kitchen, everything was in complete disarray. A half dozen children of various ages were charging through the various rooms, bickering and screaming and wrecking the place even more.
Steve heard someone call him over the racket, and turned to see Athena, some goth girl from his school, rushing over to him. Only, she didn't seem very gothic right now. Her hair was lacking its normal black dye, here face had very little makeup, and her clothing wasn't dark or dramatic in the least.
"You've finally come!" Athena said with obvious relief. "The minute you walk out, things go to hell! The twins got into the soda, which wound them up, which got Matthew wound up, which woke up the little one and... and.. how do you always deal with these kids? I know they're my siblings, but they're causing complete havoc."
Steve blinked dumbly having no idea what was going on. But one thing was for sure. If he didn't get these children in line, they would burn down the house.
