Ch 8

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John stepped out of the cab and took a deep breath as he looked at his house. He had missed his family and was excited to see them again, but he was also nervous about what awaited him inside. The moving truck in the driveway made him worry that his wife had finally decided to leave him. He hesitated for a moment before walking up the path and opening the front door.

As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of his agency's employees busily moving furniture and boxes. His heart sank as he realized that they were not only redecorating his office, but they were also bringing in a new wardrobe for him to wear. He could feel his anxiety growing as he watched them unpack a bunch of boxes filled with little girl clothes.

John walked further into the house, hoping to find his wife and children, but he was met with an empty living room. He called out for them but there was no answer. The silence made him feel uneasy as he made his way to the bedroom. As he opened the door, he saw his wife sitting on the bed with a stern look on her face.

"What's going on?" John asked nervously, trying to gauge her mood.

"Your agency is taking over our home," she said. "They're moving in all of this new stuff, and I don't know how long they'll be here."

John's heart sank. He knew that his wife was upset, and he could see why. He felt guilty for bringing all of this trouble into their lives.

"I'm sorry," he said, taking a step towards her. "I never wanted any of this to happen."

"Then why are you doing it?" she asked, her voice wavering.

"It's for the money," John said, his voice softening. "I want to provide for us, but I don't know how long I can keep this up."

His wife sighed and looked away, clearly not satisfied with his answer.

"I can't believe this is happening," she said. "I can't believe you're doing this."

"I know," John said, feeling defeated. "I'm sorry. I wish things could be different."

His wife looked at him for a moment before speaking again.

"You're going to have to keep doing this," she said. "But you're not going to sleep in our room until you're dressed like a grown man again."

John felt his heart sink as he heard those words. He knew that his wife was serious, and he knew that he had put his family in a tough spot. He didn't know how he was going to fix things, but he knew that he had to try.

As he turned to leave the room, he noticed that all of his clothes were gone. He felt a wave of panic wash over him as he realized that he was going to be stuck in little girl clothes for a while.

John walked to his new office, feeling overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the past few days. He opened the door and saw that his agency had transformed the room into a little girl's dream. Pink walls, stuffed animals, and dolls filled the space.

He sighed and walked over to his desk, where a new computer was waiting for him. He knew that he had work to do, but he couldn't help but feel like he was trapped in this new persona.



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