Nicolle was livid. Overwhelmed with rage. And, to be honest, terrified.
One week ago, she woke up in her apartment only to find that everything had changed. Her bar exam review books were missing. Framed diplomas were replaced with nothing more than mirrors. Gone was a wardrobe filled with professional suits and expensive lululemon yoga outfits. Instead Nicolle found tiny shorts, skimpy tanktops and … ugh … Hooters outfits.
What seemed like a prank at first took on a new, frightening twist when, against her own free will, her body started to put on one of those outfits.
Step by step, she applied her makeup, posted a selfie to Instagram (she had quite the following) and made her way to the apartment complex’s garage where she hopped into a Mazda Miata.
Apparently her sensible Lexus had been replaced, too.
For the past week she had worked a regular shift at the breastaurant, letting herself be a piece of eye-candy for boys at work. Then, once that personal hell was over, she found herself compelled to hit the gym. A future lawyer could afford lululemon. But a Hooters waitress apparently preferred to wear skimpy shorts and a sportsbra. She’d join each workout class until the gym closed, and then head home, exhausted, unable to understand what was going on.
Until, one week after it all began, she saw her ex fiance walk into Hooters. A smile was plastered on his face and a gorgeous brunette was wrapped around his arm. Suddenly it all made sense. She knew he had done this. Nicolle didn’t know how she knew, but she was certain.
So, after resigning herself to a week spent utterly out of her own control, Nicolle tried to muster up all of her strength and personal will. She planned to march right up to him, chew him out and insist that he change everything back.
So what happened?
She marched right up to him, thrust her chest forward and giggled.
“Hi! Like welcome to Hooters! Ohmygawd you guys are, like, such a cute couple.”
Nicolle bit her lip.
“Seriously, if you ever want a girl for a three-way, let me know! *giggle* Kidding! Let me get you two seated. My name’s Nikki and I pinky-promise that you two are going to have a great time tonight.”