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You feel relief after your amazing adventure in Toronto. It had been wonderful. You visited your university and felt relief that nothing had changed other than your college loans had apparently been paid off. You drove home, feeling more at peace than ever. You opened the door of your house, to see an unexpected sight. There was a beautiful woman in tight shorts and clear early signs of pregnancy on the phone, talking frantically. “Sandra, please call me back. It really is Isaac! I need you, please!” “Excuse me Miss, how do you know my brother?” you asked, confused.

“John! Thank heavens, you’re here!” Squealed the young lady. “Well I live here, Miss. Might I ask your name, please?” The young shrieked in horror. “John!!! It’s Isaac!” “What about my brother, Miss?” “John, no!!! Just like you were turned into a woman by a witch, so was I?” “Are you talking about the play I was in?” you enquired. Before heading to Toronto, you had appeared in a play called “48 Hours as a Woman.” Had Isaac signed up as the new protagonist? “No, I am your brother John. And I can prove it! Remember Jocelyn, our babysitter?” “I remember Jocelyn.” “We tied her up and I can tickled her feet with a hairbrush until she wet herself and Mum scolded us. I told her the hairbrush was your idea, but you made me do it.” You remember that incident. Isaac had gotten in much less trouble than you had.

“The same situation happened with Barbie, except I spanked her with her own slipper. And I told Mum, it was you again. And when I broke that vase, I blamed you.” You felt quite hot in the face. “Okay, say I believe you are my brother, somehow. Tell me exactly what happened.” “A witch turned you into a girl, you were able to-prove it to me, I…protected you, then you disappeared, I got a missed call from Mum and Dad saying they wouldn’t be back for another two weeks and the witch told me that I was cursed and that your memories would slowly be replaced. There was no play.” “Of course, there was a play. I got **** in my sleep by my brother and woke up free in the play. So since Isaac would never do that to me, of course it wasn’t real.”

Isaac stammered “I…I w-would never….but it is me. I told Sandra who believed me, we…and now I pregnant with Sandra’s baby and she isn't responding!” “Sandra is a woman. She can’t get someone pregnant. Did Isaac get you pregnant? And he shared those stories with you? Is that how?” “NOOOO!!! Please John, you have to believe me! F-From I-Ittle I-Isaac.” Your eye widened at that. Isaac loathed that humiliating nickname that you gave him. “Holy Crap! Isaac? Is it really you?” “YES!!! John, I need your….” Your phone started ringing. You held a hand up and picked up. “Hello John.”

“Frida! Hey, how are you?” “I’m good, thanks. Listen, there is someone here you should talk to. I will pit them on speaker, you should do the same.” “HELLO BRO.” Isaac stared in horror at the phone. His own voice was coming from it. “Isaac? What’s going…” “So Sandra and I had a threeway with Isabella, a friend of hers. Isabella had a bit of a breakdown after her ex knocked her up and dumped her. She…always had a thing for Sandra, so we threw her a bone. She knew stuff about me. Stuff you told Sandra like the play, babysitters, your first time, my first threeway and even…Ittle Isaac.” You stare at the phone and at the pregnant woman shaking her head