"Evan, wear my panties." Miranda said with a demanding tone.
"What?! Why in God's name would I do that?" Evan said with a worried look. "Sweetie, is there something you need to tell me?" Evan said with a worried motherly tone.
"Did you just call me 'sweetie,' dude?" Miranda said putting her skirt back down. "Evan, man, this is like, waaaay too crazy dude. We need to swap back."
Evan looked up saying, "we said for the day sweetie. I'm sorry but, this is us until midnight." Miranda pulled at her skirt and other clothes. "Sweetie, what's wrong with your outfit. I think you look lovely." Evan said as he examined her.
"It just feel strange now." Miranda moved around feeling the air under her skirt. It's like I don't remember how to wear any of this sh**."
"Watch your mouth young... Mom," Evan, said trying not to laugh. "You are staying in those pretty pink panties. Get used to it!"
"Uhhhg," Miranda moaned as she sat on the living room couch. Her legs spread wide as she scratched her head, messing up her hair.
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