Uh oh, someone's pulling into the driveway

Desperately, you grab a vacuum and start working on cleaning the rugs. After that, you run as fast as you can in your stilletto heels toward a feather duster on the dining room table. You begin madly dusting every book shelf, counter top, and whatever else you can get to in the limited time this crazy brunette has given you.

You think back for a moment to when you were in the mall, and that mysterious device was in your possession. Because of your stupidity, the brunette got a hold of it and turned you into a Hilary Duff look-a-like. Now, you have been turned into Yvette the French maid. This was not how you had envisioned things when you first started using the device.

You hear a car pull up the driveway. The car stops, and two people with very familiar voices step out. It's your parents!

You rush into the living room. The brunette, who had made herself comfortable and started flipping through TV channels, is now typing commands into the device.

"My parents are here!" you hiss at the brunette, realizing for the first time that your voice now has a sexy female French accent.

"I know, you silly sissy girl," the brunette grumbles. "We'll have to have more fun later."

The brunette finishes typing her commands. Suddenly, she disappears. You feel your body and clothes start to transform. Within seconds, you are back to being Evan again.

You feel a breath of air in your right ear. "I'm still here," you hear the brunette's voice say. You jump back in surprise. She whispers, "I'll be staying invisible for a while until you and I get some more . . . quality time together." She laughs and walks out of the room, though you can't tell which way she's headed.

The back door leading to the garage opens. Your parents walk in . . . .

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