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I see Priscilla before Macy does and point and try to just make sounds with my mouth to get her attention. She sees this and follows where I’m pointing and then starts wheeling me over towards Priscilla. There is a man next to Priscilla seemingly freaking out about something as Priscilla seems to be trying to calm him down. He is wearing a gimp mask with a zipper where the mouth is. It has holes for his eyes and nose at least. He is also wearing a stereotypical BDSM outfit that I realize is the same outfit Brendan was wearing so this is probably him.

As we approach them I can hear Brendan screaming, “I can’t get it off! I can’t get it off!” He seems to be trying and failing to remove the gimp mask and Priscilla is helping.

“Priscilla!” Macy shouts as we near. They both turn to see us.

“Macy!” Priscilla shouts back, “Are you two OK?” She looks down to see me in the stroller. “What happened? One second we were,” there’s a pause, “doing stuff and the next everyone was freaking out. At first, it seemed like we were fine, but when Brendan went to remove his mask, he couldn’t and now it seems to be stuck, attached to his face.”

Macy explains everything that happened downstairs, from the witch using her magic, the people freaking out downstairs, and both my and her situations, and asks if Priscilla can help.

“Of course,” Priscilla says, “I wasn’t really paying attention to it before, but I do seem to have knowledge I didn’t have before. Follow me.”

We follow her over to what looks like the kind of stirrups you’d see in a gynecologist's office. I imagine they were used for something other than examinations though. Priscilla gestures for Macy to get on them. Despite the potentially disgusting implications of what these stirrups have been through, my wife lowers her pants and gets up on them. Priscilla does a close-up examination and uses her hands a bit more than I was comfortable with and then seems to be done. Macy gets off and after putting her pants back on she helps me out of the stroller and onto the stirrups myself. Priscilla then undoes the flaps of my dress and lowers my diapers. Once again she thoroughly examines me with her hands, touching new places and I’m even more uncomfortable with this than when she was doing it to Macy. No one else seems to mind though, not even Macy, there’s an air of clinicalness to it. She seems done and Macy helps me off the stirrups and back into the stroller.

“Okay,” Priscilla says, “Bearing in mind that I’m just a nurse and had no instruments you both seem fine, health-wise. The only issue is that this curse or whatever has changed Dennis mentally and I doubt he, or I guess she, can regain what she’s lost. As for you Macy, if I had to guess, since the curse says we are now stuck as our costumes I figure that you’ll probably be stuck like that, forever a woman who is 7 months pregnant and will never give birth.”

“You really do seem smarter,” Brendan says.

Annoyed by this Priscilla takes the zipper on the gimp mask and closes the mouth shut, “I’ve always been this smart.” I can hear a muffled, “Hey!” from Brendan.

Around us, the commotion seems to be settling down and people are going around talking to the little groups of people up here. Some guy walks up to us.