The next morning when you wake up you feel...different. You can't really explain it but it feels like a part of you is missing.
Looking in the mirror you can see it too. You look a bit, dare you say it younger. Everything around you seem bigger, like you've decreased in height. Your clothes even fit looser, Nah, that couldn't be, because that's impossible. Perhaps you're just losing it. It's just that you're under a lot of stress right now. Rent is due tomorrow and if you don't find a job today you're doomed.
You walk out of your apartment and head down stairs towards your landlord's office. His name is Mr. Harris and he's not a very nice man. When you first moved in he was very vocal about rent being paid on time, but you're hoping he has a heart and will allow you an extension.
Knocking on the door he invites you in.
"Mr Harris" You greet as you walk in.
"What may I do for you today young lady?" He questions. Today he seems cheerful which is unusual.
"I was wondering if you'll allow me an extension on my rent this month, I promise I'll pay it plus half on the 15th" You beg. You have no idea how you're going to make that work, but you'll deal with that when the time comes.
"Oh" He waves at you dismissively. You're thinking that he's about to say no but he doesn't. What he does say next surprises you. "Don't worry about the rent. Everything will work out as it should"
'What on earth is that supposed to mean?' You wonder. He must've read the confusion on your face because he continues.
"Everything is taken care of, just go back to your room and prepare for lunch with Tesla"
You find yourself on the other side of the now closed door. Needless to say you're questioning how he knew you were going to lunch with Tesla?
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When it's time to go with Tesla to lunch you're down stairs waiting. Not because you want to go with her, but because you want to get this evening over with. Your lights may be off in your apartment soon but at least you'll have an enclosed place to live and be safe and for that you're grateful. Plus, she's buying you lunch and right about now you only have about $40 bucks to your name.
She's right on time. When you enter her car you can't help but admire her attire. She looks like a million bucks, with not a hair strand out of place, her top designer clothes and plenty of expensive jewelry to accessorize. And you, well, you're just you. She compliments you anyway.
"Don't you look absolutely adorable today?, I could just eat you up"
You cringe with how sappy that sounds but you don't want to be rude, she's just complimenting you. "You too" You say with a forced smile. Then you realize what you just said. "I mean- um, you look really nice too" No doubt you're blushing. You look away from her as you put on your seat belt.
"I hope you don't mind but my sister and her daughter will be joining us for lunch today"
"Oh, um no, that's fine" You state, not really sure if that's a good thing or a bad one. On one hand you won't have to be alone with Tesla, but on the other hand her sister may be just as strange as she is.
"I told her all about you and she just can't wait to meet you. She actually owns the restaurant that we're going to. She gets her incredible cooking skills from our mother"
"Oh" Is all you respond with. You're curious about this stranger sitting next to you as you don't know much about her. "So, what do you do?"
"Well, lot's of stuff! I volunteer at the community clinic 3 days a week. I'm a nurse practitioner but I don't need the money, our little city clinic is often times short staffed. I'm co- owner of my mother's business- which by the way isn't just your normal pawnshop, we specialize in unusual requests. I've found a way to profit off of my mother's special ability. She's a magnificent creature." Tesla stated in awe before continuing. "I've also dabbed in real estate, I own several properties here, from houses to hotels, down to the apartment building that you're living in"
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Dear Diary, My New Mommy
Fantasy...When a mommy/daughter kink goes a little too far. Written within your perspective.