Steven Watson stirred in the bed. He reached over to his wife's side of the bed, but it was empty. Denise must be up already, he thought. He sat up groggily, and suddenly realized his muscles were sore. That's when he saw the room.
"What the hell?" he said, looking around. This wasn't his bedroom. It was some teenage girl's room. How the hell did he get here? He started to panic. He couldn't remember the night before. Was Gilmore messing with him and his family again?
He hopped out of the bed, realizing that he was wearing nothing but a pair of zebra print panties with hot pink lace trim and a white camisole. And he felt something tickling the back of his neck. He whipped his head around, startled, and the momentum swung his long blonde ponytail into his face.
He looked at the large vanity mirror as he spit the blonde strands from his mouth. He looked ridiculous! Quickly scanning the room, he found a pair of pink sweatpants on the floor. Better than nothing, he figured. He pulled them on and poked his head out the door.
There were three other doorways in the hallway, all with pink letters hanging on them, spelling the name "Kayla." He looked at his own door and saw the same thing. Obviously this wasn't his house. But at the end of hall, he saw his wife and his son David standing beside another closed door. They were dressed just as he was, and their hair had changed too.
"Thank god you guys are here," he said. He walked towards them, "What the hell is going on?"
"What's going on is Kayla is taking forever!" Denise said.
"Yeah," David said. "Hurry up in there! I need to shave my legs!"
"OMG what do you think I'm doing?!" came a voice from behind the door. Steven immediately recognized it as his other son, Andy. "Just wait your turn, Kayla."
"Fine," Denise and David huffed in unison. Steven's wife turned to him, "So what should we wear today?"
"I don't know..." Steven said, trying to figure out why his whole family was acting like a ditzy teen.
"Well whatever it is, I hope Brian likes it," David said with a nervous smile.
Steven was fuming. He wanted to scream, try to knock some sense into his wife and son, but knew it was useless. He retreated to the bedroom he'd woken up in. He was going to find some shoes and go give Gilmore a piece of his mind. That nutter would have to face him, man to man. Steve looked down at himself after that thought and rolled his eyes, then continued digging around the messy room for a pair of shoes he'd be able to walk in.
Suddenly, his ears were assaulted by a Miley Cyrus song blasting from across the room. He briefly wondered how he knew that, as he searched for the source of the sound. He saw, on the bedside table, an iPhone in a glittery pink case, its screen lit up. The pop song continued to blare from its speakers as Steven picked it up.
The caller ID simply read "Brian." His curiosity getting the better of him, Steven answered.
