Aaron's worn out his welcome. Time to get a new roommate.

As you relax in the warm summer air, a memory comes floating back to you. Bee used to look different- very different, from what you can recall. Instead of a gorgeous latina swim model, a scruffy, lazy man of a roommate. Robert or Ryan or something like that was his name. The exact specifics were fuzzy, like a dream or a vision of a past life. And the perspective of the memory was off, like you were taller when you experienced that. But you could tell that there was a core of truth to them, all related to a curious device in your bag...

You pulled your bag up from the side of your seat, and opened it cautiously. There, beneath your sunblock and day clothes, was a tacky looking toy gun made of pink and grey plastic, exactly as you had recalled in your memories of Bee's change. Perhaps there was no need to begin the annoying search for a new roommate who wasn't a creep like Aaron. Instead, you can just sculpt Aaron into the perfect roommate for a couple of hot bi women like yourselves....