"WHO ARE YOU?! What the HELL are you doing in Jamie's apartment?!"
Jamie was still managing her way out of the closet, fumbling out, landing on the carpeted floor clumsily. Annette was still deeply concerned who this was. She didn't have anything to really protect herself from just in case this was some sort of ...nerdy murderer. After seeing how she struggled to even move out of a closet, it was less worry and more annoyance at this point.
"Seriously, who the hell are you? Do I have to call the police here?"
"Annette! It'th me! Jamie!"
"Yeah, uh huh, bullshit. Tell me who you are, where's Jamie, and why I shouldn't call the police"
She carefully picked herself up off the floor and tried to calm her down.
"Okay. You thouldn't call the police becauthe I'm Jamie. Don't believe me? That graduation. I remember that your parenth didn't thow up, tho we thpent the night at your place, prank calling your exeth, eating ice cream, watching the thunrithe on your roof..."
Annette slowly eased. She was now concerned. All she said, all that she described, was undeniably true. She stood in silence.
"Annette, it'th me. I am Jamie"
Annette rushed over and gave Jamie a hug, tears streaming down her face. It was just a huge change, it was too overwhelming for her to handle. Jamie started to tear up as well. She didn't have a moment to process all that has happened, and the moment helping Annette realize who she really is took it's toll on her. They both needed a moment, and they needed to work this out together.
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After a while, Annette started noticing more to fully confirm in her mind that this was Jamie. Jamie had no idea where anything was. She tried searching for two cups and teabags and yet that was like finding a needle in a mountain of needles in a different shade of colour. Eventually, after a couple of minutes, even though it felt like hours, she found them and proceeded to make both of them a cup of tea. Jamie found a tissue box and let it by the both of them.
Annette had questions, questions that Jamie didn't know if she could fully answer. "How? How did this happen? We saw each other a week ago, you were moderately thin, and you definitely didn't "thpeak like thith", how the hell did this even start?"
"Well... that mirror. That mirror hath thome thort of power over me. I thaw a vithion of mythelf that ended up making me look like thith"
"Uh, the mirror did this to you?"
"Yeth, it did... you didn't..."
Annette went quiet.
"Annette, tell me you didn't look at it... pleathe tell me you didn't..."
She wasn't the best liar. Her tactic was usually to look away if she replied with a lie, and she did just that. "No?"
Jamie felt like she could burst in a fit of panic, but she asked one question. "Did you thee anything? Did you thee yourthelf ath thomething different? Pleathe tell me the truth, did you look different in the mirror?"