Jackie didn’t know what to expect when she entered, other than wondering how reality would have shifted to accommodate her new existence. Would Bill, her roommate, still be Bill? They’d been best friends since high school. Bill worked for the city, doing roadwork, so his day started early and ended early. The two of them liked to call their shared abode the Bro Palace
Jackie walked through the front door and stopped, shocked. The entire place was different, feminine, with colors suited to a bimbo. The walls were painted pink, the couch was a soft pastel yellow. The curtains were floral. She almost gagged at the display. Just then, she saw a figure emerge from the kitchen.
The figure strutted into the room, her curves accentuated by the tight, faded jeans that hugged her thighs and the worn, low-cut tank top that left little to the imagination. The tank top was stained with dirt and sweat, clinging to her breasts in a way that made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. She had a tool belt slung low on her hips, the tools bouncing suggestively with each step. The yellow hard hat perched atop her head was tilted slightly, revealing a few strands of sweaty hair sticking to her forehead. Her boots were scuffed and muddy, but her legs were long and toned, leading up to the short shorts that barely covered her ass. She had a smudge of grease on her cheek, and her lips were parted in a sultry smile, showing just a hint of tongue.
“Uh…” stammered Jackie. “Is Bill here?”
The woman laughed. “I’m Billie, dummy.”
“Wait? Do I know you” Jackie asked.
“Did you take a little tumble today, Jackie, knock your cute little noggin on something? We’ve been best friends since high school. Anyway, Mark is stopping by the slut palace later to hang out, if you care to join in. I need to wash off from work”