“Well, what do you think?”
“What do I think? I think this isn’t what we agreed on at all, that’s what I think”
“Oh, come on Chelsea, this is exactly what we agreed on.”
“It’s Charles. And no, we agreed that you’d turn me back into a man.”
“Oh really? Is that it? Because what I seem to remember was you telling me that you got way too drunk for your buddy’s bachelor party, and agreed to let them take you to the swap clinic and turn you into the entertainment. Then, being as you’re broke and all. I agreed to take your sorry ass back and pay for your next change.”
“Back into a man you asshole!”
“We never agreed on that Chelsea. And I’m sure you’ll agree this new body is much better than the old one. You’re still just as lovely, but without just oozing ‘party toy’. Just my speed really.”
“Fuck you John. And it suck to be you, because now you’ve just wasted all that money. I’m going in there and telling them you’ve got to change me back right away.”
“And they’ll tell you what they tell every customer, the waiting period for another change after mental changes is 7 days.”
“…mental changes?”
“Of course, I don’t want to spoil anything, but I really do think you’d be better off going by Chelsea. These things can act strangely when you fight them. What do you say?”
“I’m, I’m not so sure.”
“Oh, well I think you should give it a try for a little anyway. At least until you’ve figured out what’s been changed. Now, lets get you home.”
John smiled to himself. In truth, he’d been a bit hesitant to spring for any mental changes. Then he got his bright idea. Why not plant the seed that Charles’ mind had been changed, then see if he could use a little whiskey and a delicate touch to bring him around towards being Chelsea on a little more of a full time basis.
