Yvette back to Gwen

“Take off your entire uniform,” Chris ordered.

Yvette pouted her lips, but complied removing her maid cap, choker, and other accessories.

“Pick them up, Renee,” Chris commanded. He didn’t want himself to touch the costume just in case it could affect him as well. Already the costume was reverting back to a low quality costume. Yvette stumbled onto the bed.

“What ez happening?” She asked her accent faltering. Her makeup was slowly fading away. And her hair was starting to unravel from its French twist.

“This is just a dream,” Chris whispered to her. “Go to sleep...”

Yvette... no Gwen complied. Chris looked to Renee, “Take me back home. We need to figure out how to punish poor Gwen.”

Renee jumped in excitement.