The Movie is Different

You begin watching the Stepford Wives, but after a while the scenes seem a bit odd. The actors don’t look like the actors anymore. A woman walks up to the screen. She’s got an hourglass figure and is a blonde bombshell in a black dress that hugs her curves.

“Greetings,” she says, “And thank you for visiting our neighborhood.”

The scene zooms into her perfect face. Not blemish in sight.

“Would you like to join our neighborhood?” She asks.

There is silence, “That’s fine. How about I convince you?”

The woman in the TV unzips her dress allowing it to slide off her body. Underneath she is wearing sexy black lingerie. You instinctively try to change the channel, in case Linda walks in. But the remote doesn’t work.

“Don’t worry,” the woman says, “No one is in the house with us. We can have some alone time. Would you like that?”