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Post by observer on Jul 23, 2013 11:20:44 GMT -4
As nine o'clock rolled around the next morning their mother came over with a bucket of water. "Ah! Cold!" Kyle yelled as she poured the bucket over them.
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Post by perfectlygirly69 on Jul 23, 2013 11:23:15 GMT -4
"Get up get dressed, shower and everything. We have plans." She says. "I layed out clothes for you two, I uh...spilled some stuff in your room, so its off limits." She says. I look out the window to see a remodeling van out side. "Shower go now!" She says. And we get in the shower get dressed. And head to Dad's grave.
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Post by observer on Jul 23, 2013 11:33:37 GMT -4
Kyle knelt down by the grave, missing their dad. "I wish you were still here dad. Mom seems to be losing it more and more each day." He said, talking to the grave.
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Post by perfectlygirly69 on Jul 23, 2013 11:36:07 GMT -4
I kneel down to placing some flowers. "Shes got some scheme in mind. Just keep an eye on us dad. Help us through it." A tear comes from my eye. "Love you dad..."
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Post by observer on Jul 23, 2013 11:40:33 GMT -4
As the two stood up they heard a car horn honking. Turning around they saw their mother down at the road, tapping her watch. "Think we should just run?" Kyle asked, nervous about what surprise their mother had.
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Post by perfectlygirly69 on Jul 23, 2013 11:43:50 GMT -4
"She's our mother. We abandon her, what kind of people would that make us." I say.
"Besides she'd find us, shes our mother." I say
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Post by observer on Jul 23, 2013 11:48:17 GMT -4
"Good point." Kyle said. The two walked down and got in the back seat of the car. "So, do we get to know the surprise now?" He asked as Justin closed the car door.
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Post by perfectlygirly69 on Jul 23, 2013 11:51:10 GMT -4
"Just about." She said. We drove off, it was a long drive to the place. But we finally got there, to Gen co labs. We both had an awfull feeling in our stomachs. We get out of the car and walk in the building. "Your surprise? Well guess what, I am finally going to get daughters! You two!" She says, and the door locks behind us.
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Post by observer on Jul 23, 2013 16:52:40 GMT -4
Kyle hears the door lock and quickly turns to his mother. "Mom we can't be your daughters, we're your sons." He said, Justin trying to force the door open. "That's where your wrong sweetie." She said as two large guys walked out from a security door. "You 'were' my sons."
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Post by perfectlygirly69 on Jul 23, 2013 22:39:22 GMT -4
"Mom, have you gone completly bonkers? You cant turn us into girls, and even if you some how can, You cant make us act like it." "Again, you two are wrong, see this this is what the call negative re-inforcement." She says. Holding up a pink spray bottle. "They cant permanently alter your mind, but if there is one thing guys hate, its acting girly. A squirt from this and for five seconds you act like the most girliest bimbo ever." She says. "Or just do what I say." She says. "Your nuts!" I say. "What would dad say!"
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Post by observer on Jul 24, 2013 5:44:28 GMT -4
"It doesn't matter because he's not here." She said, walking over as the two guys grabbed Justin & Kyle. As if to prove her point she sprayed Justin with the pink spray bottle.
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Post by perfectlygirly69 on Jul 24, 2013 10:44:28 GMT -4
"OMG LIKE MOM YOU HAVE TO LIKE STOP!" I say. Smiling for some reason, and then the affects wear off. "That was awfull..." I say
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Post by observer on Jul 24, 2013 10:56:39 GMT -4
"Imagine what would happen if I used more of this stuff at once." She smiled. "Now be good little girls and let these men escort you to the other room."
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Post by perfectlygirly69 on Jul 24, 2013 10:58:59 GMT -4
"No no no! Please mom you cant do this!" I say at they drag us away. "If your really good girls, I'll let you pick your new name!" She says. And then they drag us away into a hallway. "Come on guys dont...do this..." I say
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Post by observer on Jul 24, 2013 11:11:17 GMT -4
The two brothers are quickly injected with a sedative. As they go limp both see tables with restraints on them.
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