Unpacked and undone

While Jessica got busy unpacking her boxes, her doorbell softly chimed, followed by hard knocking on her front door. Jessica thought nothing of it since it was about 7:30PM. “Who would be out at this time?” Jessica thought. Trying to get back to unpacking, the loud knocking persists.

Annoyed, Jessica opened the door to find that two tall teenage boys stood there shaking their heads in disapproval. “Jenny, what are you doin’? One boy asks, with a deep southern accent. “And what’re ya Westin’?” Asks the other boy. In all fairness, Jessica did feel a bit guilty wearing a black and white t-shirt dress but she felt lazy and didn’t know she would be meeting other people today.

“I am not Jenny, guys. Sorry.” Jessica began to shut the door but one of the boys held it open.

“Cut the crap, Jenny, our whole family is waiting on you. It’s time to stop playing dress up in the new neighbor’s’ house and join the party.”

“I am not Jenny it’s.. Hmph!”

Without warning, the other boy tugged and pulled the dress over and eventually off of Jessica, who is now standing in her own house, wearing rather embarrassing Care Bear underwear.

“Jenny, why do ya have falsies in your bra? Haw haw haw.” The younger boy asks

“I do not wear falsies!” Jessica stomped her foot, in a childish way. The taller older boy simply pulled open a cup, scooping a gelatinous falsie out.

“What do ya call this?” The teen asks holding the blob in his hand. “Enough games, Jennifer take out that other falsie. That’s not yours. “

Hanging her head in shame and lower lip quivering, she does what she is told.

.”Now, hold my hand while we make it back home.”

“Yes, sir.”

The two teenagers walk down the street tugging Jessica along, who is only wearing her Care Bear underwear on a brisk night.