David found his brother and parents in the living room, looking just as relieved as he was.
"Oh thank god, you're all normal too."
"Yeah," Andy said, "That was the weirdest one yet. I couldn't believe how much I cared about clothes and boys and cheerleading. Like it was the only thing I ever knew."
"And how right the world seemed, even though we were all the same," Denise said, "How could he change us so deeply?"
"I don't know," said Steven, "The important thing is we're normal now. Maybe we can figure out a way out of this!"
But the reprieve was short lived. The front door of the house swung open, and several men walked in. Some were holding video cameras, some had lights, and one held a boom microphone. Behind them came a man in a sharply tailored suit.
"Good afternoon, ladies!"
Wait, it was afternoon already?
Steven stood up. "Hey, what are you doing in my house?! You can't just barge in here like this!"
The stranger cocked his head. "Now, Steven, I thought you'd be more excited. You're in the final four, after all. You could be the one to marry Michael!"
David's dad's expression changed and he sat down. His posture was completely different. He crossed his legs and smiled nervously.
"Of course I'm excited. I've always dreamed of this. You have no idea how happy I was to get a rose in the last ceremony. Michael is going to pick me for sure!"
Andy scoffed. "Not so fast. There's four of us, remember?" David looked beside him and noticed his brother was now wearing a red cocktail dress. "What makes you think Michael will pick you, when he and I had the most obvious spark, if you know what I mean."
"Just because you had sex doesn't mean he loves you." David looked back, to find his father wearing a low-cut purple romper and nude heels. "Some of us can be romantic without being sluts."
God, these two could be so catty, David thought. No matter, let them tear each other apart. It would only help his chances in the long run. He looked at Denise, who was biting her tongue like him. Now she was the one to worry about. Always flaunting that cleavage like some bimbo. Whatever, he looked great in his little black dress, and he'd have Michael wrapped around his pretty manicured finger in no time.
"That's better," the man said, as the cameras moved into position. "Now, you'll all be going on a group date tonight. It may be your last chance to impress our man this round, so make it a good one!"
A group date? David hated those. But he'd been on this show long enough, he knew how to work it. He'd have no problem getting some... alone time with Michael. He'd get the final rose, and that ring on his finger, for sure.
