If these girls know your secret, you're not gonna give them the motivation to share it

You walk over to the couch and sit down. You look around at the fancy house you're sitting in. But as you get up to look at a fancy china rack, a voice interrupts you, saying, "Oh no, babies don't get to play with that!"

You turn around to see quite possibly the hottest girl you've ever seen. She somehow manages to show to much and to little at the same time. She is showing so much cleavage that your whole arm could probably fit down her shirt.

She catches you staring, and snaps her fingers. "Hey, eyes up here. No ogling your sisters, got it?"

Hesitantly, you nod.

"Good. Call me Mandi. I'll be responsible for your training." Training?

"First off, you should probably know that your name is no longer John. It's now JoAnne. Got I, hun?"