"Mom, I need something first." You said with a gulp, trying to avoid eye contact. "It's embarrassing..."
"Jake, what is this?" Andria asked, slowly furrowing her brow at you. "Son, this is your sister's body, I can't-"
"What? No, ew. Ew. God, no."
"Were we not on the same page?" Andria asked, her stolen cheeks bright red. "Can we forget about that?"
"If I can." You grumbled with a shudder. "No, I need something in exchange for not telling Tracy you stole her body. Something... I..."
"What is it?" Andria muttered with a gulp. "Is it about your grades? I'll-"
"It's girl troubles." You mumbled, oozing embarrassment. "I uh... I need help." You said, fidgeting. "I kinda told my friends that I'm dating a girl and they called me out on it."
"Oookay..."
"Look, I just need you to use that blowpipe on a girl. One that's not related to me. And then... I dunno. Take pictures with me, maybe meet some of my friends and play along." You said, letting out a loud sigh. "Please? Just for a few hours at most."
"Well, have you ever dated a girl before?" Andria asked.
"N-No. Why?"
"Because I'll teach you all you need to know! What to say, how to act, all of that!" Andria chirped. "That way, you can get an actual girlfriend one day!"
"That really doesn't make me feel better..." You grumbled...
A While Later
"So where are we looking for a nice girl?" Andria asked, back in her body, as she hopped in the car. "Isn't there that friend of yours?"
"Bella?!" You shouted. Bella used to be a friend of yours. Before puberty hit and she entered her goth phase at the start of senior year. Or emo phase? You couldn't remember, but it involved black clothing and makeup and stuff. She became a total bitch though, although she was really hot...
"I haven't seen her in a while, actually. What's she been up to?" Andria asked. "Another boy?"
"We're not really friends anymore, mom!" You shouted. "I dunno, let's go somewhere else."
"Well, what type of girl do you like?" Andria chirped. "Plain girls will probably be at the store. Athletic girls at the gym or the park. Preppy girls at the mall."
"I don't know, mom. Just pick one." You muttered, staring out the car window...
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