The girls finally show up to get "Kylie" ready for her date

As Kyle idly watched the rear-view mirror, he suddenly tried to sink low in the seat as he heard familiar chatter and giggling approaching, seeing the girls walking towards the house. After hearing the doorbell, Kyle thought he might be safe, MARCI would turn them away since Kyle isn’t home, but a few moments later, the girls rushed into the garage, likely told by MARCI where to find “Kylie”. They approached the car, and upon spotting Kyle, started knocking on the window.

“Kylie! There you are!” Melissa exclaimed.

“You can’t go out now! Greg will be here soon!” Robin continued.

“What?! I can’t hear you!” Kyle shouted, hoping it might buy him time for Uncle Mark to return.

“Roll down the window!” Darla shouted, pointing towards the window button.

“Huh?!” Kyle shouted again. “I don’t know how!”

Unfortunately, while that may have worked in any other vehicle, since MARCI had interfaced with it, it wasn’t that simple.

“Understood, Mistress. I shall assist you.” MARCI stated and the button depressed itself and the window began lowering.

“Finally!” Robin sighed. “Come on, Kylie!”

Kyle hesitated, so Darla, ever the impulsive member of the friend group, just reached into the window and unlocked the door, opening it and grabbed Kyle’s arm.

“You can gawk at your uncle’s weird old cars later, you’ve got to look your best for your date!” Darla managed to pull Kyle out of the car, and Kyle, teetering on the heels, had little choice but to follow, lest he trip and faceplant.

On the walk up to “Kylie’s” room, the girls kept up their chatter.

“We’ve been texting you, what happened?” Melissa asked.

“Oh, I uh… lost my phone.” Kyle shrugged.

“Lost your phone?” Darla asked. “How?”

“Just misplaced it, in a house as big as this, it’s pretty easy to lose things.” Kyle replied.

Naturally, Kyle didn’t hear a chime, since his phone remained in the potted plant outside, but MARCI had heard that remark and immediately began tracking the phone, so she could return it to the rightful owner. Her systems said the phone hadn’t left the radius of the house, but where could it be?

Upon arriving at the room Kyle now occupied, formerly Amy’s, the girls set to work, pulling up the various photos they’d taken of Kyle while shopping to coordinate “Kylie’s” outfit. Kyle, fed up with their behavior, but with no way to counteract it, just sat down on the bed and pouted, which unfortunately just made him look even more the part that he’d been ordained to play.

“We want to save the dress for the party, and it’s probably going to be a low-key date, so she can make do with just a skirt and a cute top. Let’s see what we’ve got.” Melissa said.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Kyle demanded.

“Trust us, if you want to impress Greg, I know what he likes.” Robin said. “I’ve seen the girls my cousin has dated, you’re in safe hands.”

As he was about to raise an objection, Darla suddenly exclaimed.

“I’ve got it! MARCI, put Kylie into one of the sets of lingerie she brought home last week… The pink one!”

MARCI’s arms suddenly seized Kyle’s limbs and dragged him into the closet, quickly stripping him from his current outfit and replacing it with the lingerie that Darla requested. By the time MARCI was finished and returned Kyle to the bedroom, the girls were huddled around Robin’s phone.

“Yep, this is it!” Robin smiled. “MARCI, put Kylie into this outfit!”

She tapped the screen and the image of an outfit appeared on the screen inside the mirror, before the arms, which had only just released Kyle quickly seized him again.