Life switch

“…Nudy Judy, Nudy Judy!” The voice finished. In a flash, Anisha found herself standing in a hot and messy apartment. Before her stood a guy her age, buck naked taking the photo of himself.

“Oh God, this can’t be real?!” She immediately covered herself with one arm over her breasts and one between the crotch, falling to her knees.

“It worked,” the guy cheered. “I actually summoned Nudy Judy!”

“Wait, you have to help me!” Begged Anisha. “I’m not Nudy Judy! I didn’t give the real Nudy Judy a command, so now I’m stuck with her curse. Can you please contact my family and friends so they can help me?”

“Hmm,” The guy pretended to consider her request in a exaggerated way. “First off, I think you got what you deserved for not reading the summoning ritual correctly, so I’m not obligated to help you. Second, I believe I make the demands here. So my request is…”

Back with Nudy Judy, she opened up Anisha’s closet, being a little disappointed in her clothes. “Bluhg, does everything have to black?” She moaned. “Still, wearing something after forty-four is going to be bliss.” She decided on black jeans, black boots, a black shirt and a black trenchcoat. She gleefully stepped outside the house, ready to experience the twenty-first century without having to do someone’s labor.

When she stepped outside, however, two goths noticed Judy stepping out of the apartment complex.

“Wait, is that girl wearing Anisha’s coat?” Spoke a skinny, yet lanky one.

“Ehh, probably not.” Answered a short goth with silver hair. “They make than one of those coats, Wendy. It’s just a coincidence.”

“But look at the added chains on the back, Monika. Anisha customized those back in the day, remember?”

“Maybe she was tired of that trenchcoat and sold it to that girl?”

“I doubt it. My gut is screaming that something is wrong here!”

“Oh, like how your gut told you last winter that the ice on the lake was “thick enough”? I could’ve died from hypothermia!”

“Hey, I said I was sorry! But I still think something’s going on…”

“You want me to cook for your date?” Anisha asked surprised.

“Yeah, I kinda lied and told her that I was an amazing chef, but I didn’t expect her to visit my home so soon.” He said as he put his jeans back on. “Now she wants to try my home cooking, but I can barely make a scrambled egg.”

“Well, that’s gonna be funny, since I’m not exactly a chef myself.”

“That’s too bad, because unless you cook us a meal, you’ll be stuck in this apartment. Now get cooking!”