This choice: Her body is dressed more like Beverly • Go Back... "I'm gonna go see what she wants," you say. "Maybe we can figure something out down there. Just...stay cool, okay?"
"Ugh," Tracy scoffs, but she still follows you out of Beverly's room, out to the hall, down the stairs and to the front door, which you open just as the doorbell rings again to get your first up-close look at Tracy's body, and it's...different.
Her shirt is loose, black and cut high, revealing her belly button just above the waist of her short jean shorts. Her nails are painted black, and not only is her hair much lighter than it had been just yesterday, you spot a bunch of piercings near the top of her left ear - you count three, in addition to the one she already had hanging from the bottom.
"Hey," says the fake Tracy, much more coolly than your girlfriend's normal tone.
"Hey! Tracy! You, uh...you look different," you say. You hear a snarl from behind your back, but you discreetly motion for the real Tracy to hold it in even as the fake one snorts.
"Yeah, no shit," says the impostor. "Wanted to try something new."
"Well, it's definitely a new look," you say. "Did you bleach your hair?"
"Duh. It needs another session, though, I was thinking of going full ghost-white."
"Ghost-white?" you repeat. "Geez, you sound like my sister."
Fake Tracy tilts her head, probably trying to figure out whether you're being literal or just joking. But you don't let her dwell on it.
"So, what's up? You were pretty weird yesterday."
"Mm, I was, wasn't I?" She giggles. "And, I figured since I cut that one short, we could make up for it today. C'mon, we're going shopping."
"No!" snaps Tracy from behind you.
The fake Tracy leans around you, glaring. "Who asked you, you little shit?"
"Hey, hey! No fighting!" you say firmly. "Tracy, look, just wait by the car, alright? I'll work things out here and be right out."
"You already kept me waiting at the door. But fine. Just make it quick." With that, the fake Tracy, who you're definitely beginning to accept is actually Beverly in particular, strides over to your car and sits right down on the hood, crossing her legs. You turn to the real Tracy and pull her into the next room - gently, of course.
"Tim, you can't!" she says immediately.
"Well I've gotta keep an eye on her, don't I? If she's really Bev, and I'm pretty sure she is, I'm amazed she came back at all!"
"I can't believe her, I am so lucky I didn't have any of her weird goth crap around my house and she still bleached my--"
"You think she won't do worse?"
"She'll do worse and she'll make you pay for it just so she can dump you on your butt before sunset!"
"Then how do you propose we get you your body back?"
"I--!" Tracy falters. "I-I don't know! You think she's gonna tell you?"
"I think I can get her to stumble into something," you say with a smirk.
"...I just don't want her to hurt you."
"I know." You hesitate for a moment before continuing. "That's what I love about you."
Tracy's face - your sister's face - flushes bright red. "T-Tim, that's not--h-hey, get back here!"
But you've already left and shut the door behind you, approaching Beverly waiting on your car. "Hey, sorry for the wait!"
"Eh," Beverly grunts noncommittally.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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