Nadine, Laura's daughter, walked in through the front door. Her study session with her friends had just ended, so, as she promised her mother, she came straight home. But when she arrived at her house, she noticed something odd. She saw a car parked in front of her house. It belonged to the White family, meaning that either Pastor White himself or his wife (or both) were visiting. It was strange, because usually they would only come over for dinner or something. And her mom didn't say anything about that. The Whites weren't exactly known for surprise visits.
"Mom? Where are you?" Nadine asked, walking further into the house.
The TV was on - some sort of celebrity news show. (Ugh. Nadine hated that stuff.) She briefly wondered why the TV was set to that channel, but her thoughts were cut short when she heard the giggling.
"Hey, who's in here?" Nadine asked, more urgently. She didn't know who was in her house, but it certainly wasn't her mother. Her mom didn't giggle.
Nadine made her way further into the house, down the hall and towards the master bedroom. And that's when she spotted the light coming from underneath the master bedroom door. Someone was in her parents' bedroom!
Growing angry, she rammed the door open and entered the room. "I don't know who you think you are, but ...!" she yelled, before stopping. She stared in shock at her mother. Both she and the pastor's wife (Margaret) were applying make-up to each other's faces. It was so heavily done that it looked slutty. And speaking of slutty, Nadine's mother was dressed in clothes she wouldn't wear in a million years. An actual knee-length skirt and ... 3-inch heels? She looked at her mom's top and realized that she was wearing one of Nadine's old T-shirts. It was tight across her body and even exposed her midriff. Margaret was wearing similar clothes, except that her top was something much less tight and made of some type of knitted material.
"Mom! What's going on?! What are you doing?!" Nadine yelled.
Her mother turned and looked at her with a ditzy smile. "We're, like, touching up our make-up. It's really cool, doncha think?"
Nadine darted towards her mother, then shook her. "Mom, snap out of it."
But she didn't. Instead, she just giggled. Then Margaret giggled too. It was contagious.
Nadine took a step back and just stared at the two of them. They were a couple of giggling morons. What had happened to her mother? She seemed completely normal that morning. And that was less than twelve hours ago!
"Mom, what happened to you?" she asked.
Her mother stopped her giggling and looked at Nadine with confusion. "Like, what do you mean?"
"Mom, you're acting like ... like ..." She was trying to find the best word, but just settled with ... "Like a bimbo."
Her mother giggled again. "I feel like a bimbo. I thought I wouldn't like it, but I do. It's fun. Right Margie?"
"Yeah," Margaret said, with a contented smile plastered on her face. Then she giggled too.
"Mom, focus," Nadine said. "How did this happen?"
"Oh yeah. The dildo. I think the dildo did it."
"The dildo?" Nadine knew what that was, but had never seen one before, nor did she have any desire to. Those filthy things were used by sinners.
"Yeah," Margaret said, smiling again. "It, like, changed my husband and ... uh ... what's her name again? Oh yeah ... Grace. It, like, changed them so that they like to have sex and stuff."
"They are, like, so lucky," Nadine's mother said. "I wish I had a guy who could screw me." Then her eyes lit up. "Oh wait, I do," she said, before giggling again. "I wonder if Roger will like the new me as much as I do." Roger was Nadine's father, who usually came home within the next hour or so.
"Mom, where is it? Where's the dildo?" Nadine asked.
"Oh, uh ... I think it's ... in the kitchen? Yeah, I think that's where Margie put it."
"Stay right here and don't come out of the room," Nadine ordered.
"Oh, uh, okay," her mother said.
Nadine left the room and closed the door, then made her way to the kitchen.
Her mother (Laura) turned towards Margaret (who was apparently going by the name "Margie" now) and said "Hey, the dildo."
"What about it?" Margie asked.
"We could use it to fuck ourselves," Laura said.
Margie giggled. "You used the word 'fuck'."
"So did you," Laura said, giggling too.
"Yeah," Margie said, grinning that contented smile that made her look like a total ditz.
