Kathy is really thrown off by the new Erika, but nonetheless agrees to whatever she asks for, and drives to the retirement community. Charlotte goes in by herself, finding the situation quite amusing.
"Good morning, Craig, I'm here to see my Grandmother, Charlotte. Would you be a dear and page me in?" She places a hand on the shoulder of the older man at the front desk. She would always flirt with him a bit when she passed by. A bit of cute, harmless fun, coming from an old lady. It was habit, so Charlotte didn't think much of it, but it came off quite a bit different from a young woman.
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Charlotte attempted to enter her apartment, but was surprised to find the door was locked and she didn't have a key, so she knocked. On her own door. How silly!
"Pfft, this early? I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your horses!" a weak, but familiar in more ways than one, voice answered. When the door opened, Charlotte saw her own face, with a somewhat nasty slack-jawed expression. She was still happy to see it again, so much so, that she burst forward and hugged her own body. "Oh, Erika, I'm so glad you're safe!"
Erika almost didn't recognize herself. "Grandma? What are you wearing? Why are you here?"
"I'm sorry, I was not able to replicate the look of your usual attire. You put in a lot more effort than I had thought! But I wasn't going to leave the house letting you look like a slob, either! Come now, I'll help you get dressed, and we can go back to your house to change back!"
Erika looked stunned. "You... want to switch back? You're old, you're supposed to want to steal a young body and run away with it."
"Erika! How could you say something like that!" Charlotte bit her lip as she fought back an onslaught of tears. Did her granddaughter really think of her as some kind of evil hag? "You're my treasured granddaughter. My family. I'm so proud of you. I would never think of stealing your whole life away from you!"
"Well, geez..." Erika felt bad for saying it. "Well, you can at least stay like this for a day, right? I mean... You've got it fucking made, here. No school, people wait on you all day. I'm not ready to give this up yet."
"Erika, Language! Well, I think you'll change your mind on that pretty quickly. My old body isn't as much fun as you think. But if you would like to learn more about me by walking in my shoes, I will tend to your studies for the day!"
"Sorry... Thanks Grandma. But... If you wanted to skip school, that would be okay too. You're kind of... messing with my image with this getup."
"Skip school? Absolutely not! Your future is at stake!" Charlotte turned to the door, and began to walk out. She paused, and looked back at her granddaughter over her shoulder. "And... I'm really excited to go!"
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