Feeling so confused as to what was going on, Bobby walked downstairs into the bottom floor. He wanted to ask Aunt Marla how this nightgown appeared on him. Soon enough, he found her in the kitchen.
When she saw him, she smiled at him, although Bobby didn't get the feeling that it was her normal smile.
"Well good morning." she said happily. Bobby raised an eyebrow, wondering why she was acting nonchalant around him wearing a nightgown. I mean, what kind of boy wears a nightgown?
"Um, good morning. Aunt Marla, do you notice anything wierd?" he asked. Aunt Marla looked confused.
"I don't see anything unusual. You look the same as always. So why don't you go wash up while breakfast is being made?" smiled Aunt Marla, as if nothing was wrong.
"Are you sure that....oh never mind." said Bobby, giving up on it for now. He might as well shower up and get out of the nightgown and into some proper clothes.
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