Peyton List

Peyton List was your last client. You already knew what you wanted to do with her, but you wanted to double check with Taylor before you did it.

Once again, Taylor joins you and you pitch the question as Peyton stands in a trance.

"How would you like Peyton here to be our daughter?" you asked.

Taylor's eyes widened. "I'd love that! But...it would be hard for her to act like a teenager, right. She would need a new phone and stuff."

"Actually..."

You pull out a brand new phone. Using your programming, you could have Peyton pretend to have conversations and take selfies and such, but never post trhem anywhere. She would only pretend to do all that stuff.

You explained that to Taylor, and Taylor allowed you to make the changes to Peyton.

"Peyton, when I wake you up, you will become me and Taylor's daughter. You are 18, and while you will use your new phone to take selfies, you will not posy them. Furthermore, even though you are not talking to anyone, you will pretend to have conversations with your friends. Got it?"

Peyton nodded.

"Oh, one last thing," Taylor said. "You will talk like a bimbo. Okay?"

Peyton nodded. You woke her up.

"Um, like, Daddy?" Peyton asked you. "Why do you, like, have my phone?"

You toss her her new phone.