But it's already too late, the next instant
the busty hotel heiress sits on your living
room sofa!
You look down at yourself and see that you're
wearing one of Paris' green knee-length long dresses.
Also, you see your two luscious scoops of flesh
pushing out of it... which you give a good squeeze
the next moment!
"Eek!", you bark, it comes out still in your voice.
"I don't want to be Paris!", you say.
You get up and put the can on the table.
Then, you grab some powder and are about to change back.
Just then, your landlord Mr. Carnel knocks on the
door! "Mr. Mitchell?", he asks. "Oh, great shit!", you swear, but
unfortunately that very moment you let the powder drop and transform!
Poof, and instead of Paris Hilton there's an almost 3-4 foot
tall pile of shit in her/your place, right between the living room sofa and table!
"Huh? What happened?" you mumble, aware that your
body has massively changed.
"Mr. Mitchell, are you home?", repeats Mr. Carnel.
"Sorry Mr. Carnel, I'm unable right now!", you say to Mr. Carnel,
just as he was about to put his keys into the door lock!
"Well, that's bad! May I come back in an hour?", he asks.
"Uhm, yes." you say and your landlord leaves.
'So, what in all places happened to me?' you ponder and try to move.
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