Thirty-eight year old Consuela strided down the stairs with a feminine grace as she smoked with a divine elegance that could only come from someone with class and divinity.
She then walked into the dining room with a definitive feminine sway to her hips and walked with pure elegance and grace as she entered the dining room and called out to her husband. "So darling, how do I look?" she asks.
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Back at the Farber household, Steve was stirring from his sleep. "That felt good. So relaxing." he said in a new higher pitched voice as he looked around the room and it seemed like it wasn't really his room but at the same time though, felt like he belonged there.
"Why do I feel so strange?" he asked aloud as he got up and started walking around the room. It was at that point he noticed he was still wearing that Foxy Lady shirt that Bree had given him earlier. "Oh yea gotta change this." he says as he starts to remove it but stops suddenly. "On second thought, it's actually not too bad." he says to himself, deciding to keep it on.
He heads back out into the hallway to check up on the kids, not noticing how his hips are beginning to push outwards, growing wider to make up for the mass lost in his waist.
