...Personality!”
Jon and Trevor rolled their eyes again as Fred started chanting in some weird language, assuming it was a language and not some meaningless sounds he’d strung together on a whim. It must have been a language though because it had too much structure a rhyme and rhythm to it to be made up on the spot.
Suddenly Jon jerked awake as Fred was snapping his fingers in front of his face. The audience were waiting with baited breath
“Now boys,” grinned Fred, “How do you feel?”
“That was, like, such a waste of time,” said Trevor.
“Totally,” agreed Jon “You, like, didn’t do anything.” He frowned as the audience tittered; what was so funny.
“Laaame,” snorted Trevor.
“Just like Sarah’s outfit,” giggled Jon. “Did you, like, see what she was wearing earlier?”
“Like That top is So last season.”
“And her shoes...”
“I know right?”
Fred chuckled and said “I think that’s enough. Can we have a round of applause for...” he glanced over his shoulder at the two boys “What did you say your names were again?”
“Tricia,” tutted Trevor.
“Jenifer,” snorted Jon.
“For Tricia and Jenifer.
The audience applauded and the two boys looked around in confusion before Fred ushered them off the stage. Swaying their hips, the two boys returned to their seats not realising that mentally they’d become two mimbos - male bimbos. As far as they knew they’d always been like that. It didn’t even occur to them that Tricia and Jennifer were girl’s names.
“That was like, such a waste of time,” commented Jennifer, returning to his seat. “What?” He asked, seeing the stares from his and Karyn’s families, “Do I, like, have something on my face?” He pulled out his phone to use as a camera, thinking he’d left his usual compact at home. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary and just shrugged, putting his phone away. A few rows back Tricia was having a similar experience, but before either mimbo could ask for further elaboration, Fred was already calling for his next volunteer.
