(Some inspiration taken from the old Town branch on WC)
"kept together as a household for the most part," Ms. Pekinah explained absently. Linda gave a little sigh of relief before Roger interjected again, "for the most part?"
Ms. Pekinah gave the patriarch a flat look, clearly not caring for his attitude or the interruptions. "Yes, if you'd given me the chance to explain, you, Roger Gibson, are being assigned elsewhere. For the duration you will be becoming Amy Chang, age 33, profession: accountant at Exelcorp." Roger's mouth hung agape in suprise at the news he'd be losing 11 years, changing genders, professions (Roger was a mid-level car salesman) and ethnicity, and apparently working for a company he'd never heard of before.
"Uh, I'm the accountant in the family, are you sure that's not for me?" Linda asked tentatively. Ms. Pekinah shook her head, "accelerated career retraining will be provided for all participants. The profession's of your prior lives have no bearing on your new one. You, for instance, will be Hector Gomez, age 41, profession: gardener. Zoe Gibson will be Jeanette Rochefort, age 24, profession: maid. Michael Gibson will-"
"Wait, I thought you said we were staying together!?" Zoe asked defiantly. Ms. Pekinah narrowed her eyes at the impetuous goth. "I said you'd be kept as part of the same household, and as both Mademoiselle Rochefort and Senor Gomez are full time employees of the Richards houshold, you'll find that you are. Now as I was saying, Michael Gibson will become Lacey Richards, age 6, profession: kindergarten student." Mikey scrunched up his nose at the thought of becoming a girl, but in truth his change seemed the least radical so far, only going from 8 to 6. Ms. Pekinah glanced down at her papers again, "and finally of course there's Jon Gibson who'll be taking the role of Sierra Richards, age 22, profession: trophy wife."
Jon's eyes shot wide as he considered the implications; he hadn't even realized trophy wife could be considered a profession. He was about to voice a protest when he began to feel groggy and he noticed both Dr. Alvarez and Ms. Pekinah had donned small breath filters. The room filled with an anesthetic gas as the family grew drowsy.
"I'll leave you to take it from here, I have five more groups to see this hour," Ms. Pekinah muttered. "You don't need to be so harsh with the," Dr. Alvarez chided, "but don't worry they're in good hands." It was the last thing Jon heard before sleep took him.
