Brooke

The plan was relatively simple. The real Brooke, when asked by Harold earlier, instantly caught on and the two of them had met up earlier to plan and coordinate where she would leave for work that morning and when the signal was given, she would drive over to the house, swap out things, and then take off for a month while Harold, dressed in the same clothes that Brooke had been wearing, would then go back to her workplace as if nothing ever happened. Not the most James-Bond type of plan but it was simple and it would work.

Sure enough, after calling her, the real Brooke quickly appeared at the doorstep and when she opened the door, both of them looked at each other and the real one gave her doppleganger twin a warm hug before stepping in and closing the door behind her. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're doing this!"

Harold, for her part, smiled and shrugged. "Figured you could take a break, especially after you decided to get all up on this plan of mine!"

She shrugged as she walked into the living room and looked at the pill on the table. "It's an easy day today, not that many reports to do, and I got Jennifer to cover for me at the meeting so you'll be able to settle in for today, at least." She quickly undid the skirt and dropped it to the floor before pulling off her blouse and placing it next to it. "So, got any questions?"

Harold shook her head and eagerly watched as her daughter-in-law opened the packet and popped the pill into her mouth. Within a few moments, her body began to change and grow. Harold continued to watch until she was completely done and looked nothing like the blonde woman she had when she walked in. Instead, standing in front of him, stood a tall, middle-aged man who took a few moments to feel the adjustments to his face and body before smiling and nodding. "Nice..." he whispered, his voice deep and low, before he pulled out the clothes he had stashed at the house and quickly got dressed. "So, how long again?"

"About a month, I'll contact you when it's time to swap back." Harold looked at the man nodding before he finished getting dressed. "Got any plans?"

"I'll play it by ear. Figured I would see how things go with mom. She's a bit lonely these days after Dad split." The man smiled sheepishly and Harold rolled her eyes but nodded. "I'll see you in a month!"

Harold quickly slipped out of her sundress and slipped into the skirt, pulling it up to her waist and zipping it up, followed moments later by the blouse, and then fixed her appearance in the mirror. Last picking up her purse, she turned to look around the house and after making sure it was locked up and secure, walked to Brooke's car...oh, rather, her car, and slipped behind the wheel. Another glance at her reflection, and with a smile, Brooke pulled out from the driveway and headed towards work.

"Hey," came a voice as she pulled onto the highway, it was her son...husband, Tyler. "Just checking to see if we're having dinner at Pietros?"

She thought about it for a moment before she smiled. "Let's meet up at home today instead. I don't really feel like going out..."