"Don't honey me! You promised her! She called me, completely devastated!" Georgia continued to rant. "You heartless asshole! You bitch! You... you utter pig! How could you do this to her, are you even a man?!" She continued to rant, but Eric began to drone her out. He understood her frustration, but he didn't appreciate her attitude.
"Georgia, listen to me..." He began to counter her yelling, unaware that he was about to alter his life and reality as a whole. He had no idea where to begin with the slur of insults that had just gone his way, so he began with the first he could recall. "... I am NOT a bitch!" He snapped back.
Suddenly, Eric felt... off. The world seemed to spin, causing his balance to be lost. She stumbled, but luckily caught herself with her front paws. The dog shook its head, causing a bit of saliva to drip from her mouth. What happened? Why did she feel dizzy. That's when she felt something tight on her paw. Her first instinct was to call to master for help.
"WOOF!" The large dog barked. "BORK! WOOF!"
Georgia, who had been standing nearby in her kitchen, had to blink a few times before registering what she had heard. She was holding her phone in her hand, and had recalled talking to someone angrily, but otherwise couldn't place her thoughts. She had felt a slight bout of dizziness, so perhaps it was just her pregnancy brain again.
"Easy girl I'm coming." She half sighed, half chuckled.
The pregnant brunette waddled into the room, carefully cradling her package. Once inside she found her prize bitch, Erika. Erika was a St. Bernard, and a fluffy dumb one at that. Sometimes she got along alright with the massive pooch, but mostly she bothered her relentlessly. If it wasn't for Georgia's desire to breed Erika, she wondered if she'd ever keep her around.
"Ay what do you want pain in the butt." She muttered.
Erika happily shook her tail. Her master was here! She leant forwards, sprawled her legs slightly and hung her tongue out. She gave another loud woof while her tail moved rapidly from side to side. Georgia sighed. She figured the dog just wanted to play, that is, until she spotted something odd on her paw.
"Hmm. Now what's that about?" She whispered to herself. "Jim! Jim can you come in here please!"
Jim was an old friend of Eric before reality changed. When Eric and Jim had met in college, they both pursued Georgia for a time, but Jim ended up being too bogged down with work to continue, letting the slightly more carefree Eric to woo her. In a reality without Eric, Jim was now happily married to Georgia, and already had two kids with another on the way. Unbeknownst to Georgia, before reality changed she had always wondered how life would've gone if she had married her old friend Jim.
"What's up honey?" The blonde man asked, as he walked into the room.
"Can you help me? I think the dog has something stuck to her foot but I can't bend down to grab it right now because... well, you know." She chuckled, rubbing her belly.
"Of course baby." He smiled, kissing his wife on the lips before bending down to check the dog.
Georgia smiled, all thoughts of what was bugging her seemed to fade. She figured that if it was so important she'd remember later. Meanwhile, Jim was currently wrestling with Erika. The dog had forgotten about the pressure on her paw, and assumed her master wanted to play. After a few seconds of trying, Jim managed to yank the ring off in one swift motion.
"Woof!" Erika barked. She then shook her body as if shaking water off before happily galloping into the other room.
"Erika, no!" Jim called futilely before the dog was gone. "Geez, doesn't know her own size. Honey, when we find another St. Bernard to impregnate her, those pups she'll have better go for some high prices. She's a menace." He chuckled as he stood up.
"I know I know." Georgia laughed. "Well, Mindy loves her, though at 6 I'm sure she doesn't understand what other responsibilities comes with a dog. Not to mention Kyle also loves her. Oh, that reminds me we have to go to the middle school tomorrow for his parent-teacher conference."
"Right I remember." Jim replied.
"Oh! What was on her paw? Sorry, pregnancy brain things keep slipping my mind." She laughed, twirling her long hair in partial embarrassment.
"That's the weird part, it was this." He said, holding out the ring of lies in his hand. "It was too far up there for it to have been an accident. My guess is Mindy was playing one of her dress up games and put it on there."
"Makes sense... is it yours?" She asked.
"I was gonna ask you that, I don't recognize it." Jim wondered, squinting at the ring. Its magic went to work, slightly influencing him to put it on, however, he managed to resist for the moment. "Well, odds are it could be Donna's. Or maybe my sister's?"
"Maybe... I'll ask around. For now just put it on the table." Georgia said, wondering why she kind of wanted to try it on.
Jim placed the ring on the table, unaware of its powerful reality altering abilities. He then went back into his office for work while Georgia sat down in the living room to watch some real housewives. Erika, meanwhile, was happily biting a chew toy in the other room, blissfully unaware of who she had once been.
There the ring would sit, until someone inevitably was drawn in from its magic, and placed in upon their hand. But, who would that be, and what hand would they place it on?