Jennifer's head spun as she woke up in a daze, the room had shifted dramatically, infact, it wasn't even the same room at all! Unfortunately the level of neatness had not continued as Jennifer quickly noticed the semi-familiar stains, garbage and clothes. Jennifer rolled out of bed as she could hear talking in another room. Jennifer quickly looked down at her self, her body had shrunk slightly, most notably her stomach, she didn't have a baby bump anymore! She could looked out of shape, but it certainly boosted her self esteem. The ratty old tank top she used as a blouse stayed, albeit it now a obvious yellow stain white, and hung closer to her knees making if almost a dress. Jennifer pulled the handle of a grimy handheld mirror from the floor, it was cracked, but she could still see herself in it. Jennifer studied her face, she honestly couldn't tell if she was ten or had finally crossed the threshold into single digits. Her hair looked like a proper rats nest, and the spattering of food crust, stains from either past accidents or spilt drinks covered her face and skin. She barely cared however and she opened the door into the living room. The house had changed drastically, gone was anything familiar, the layout felt foreign to her.
Sitting at a plastic lawn table, strangely fixed inside, was Silvia, and Jennifer's grandma, Mary. The two were talking quite amicably, a nice change given the fighting before. As Jennifer approached she could smell the thick atmosphere of smoke as Mary had one already lit, her mom Silvia bum lighting her own. Silvia exclaimed with a smile "There's my future moneymaker! Come here baby!" Jennifer winced at her mom's voice, it sounded higher. And then it hit her.
Her mom was younger, and it seemed she had crossed the threshold into still living with her mom, and not in a tenant kind of way, but as a normal just graduated high school daughter kind of way. Jennifer could only reflect on how much Silvia reminded her of how much they looked alike. It was if she was staring at another Jennifer that was never cursed. Her grandma looking distressingly worse too. She looked barely past thirty, a harrowing sign that Jennifer struggled to comprehend. Both Silvia and Mary wore very little, reality seemingly doing away with her grandma being sane too, now the cause of imprinting a debauchery lifestyle unto her daughter, and now her daughters daughter. Jennifer gulped.
Mary and Silvia continued to exchange vulgar stories from past nights and expletives in front of Jennifer, who herself was trying to bite into a room thawed out toaster waffle. The home was otherwise quite, and given the new layout she felt some exploration could be in order, but she would have to be fast, if one whore mom could keep a house busy, what could two accomplish come the afternoon?