They hadn't even reached the limits of the suburbs when Kyle began regretting his decision. His back hurt, and his breasts pulled painfully on his chest. Each hill and turn caused his breasts to jiggle and bounce, increasing his pain.
Kyle and Beryl had to drive into the city to get the alcohol they wanted. They lived in a dry county, and it was only legal to sell alcohol within the city limits. Kyle and Beryl lived in he suburbs, near a small wooded park. Which meant it was going to be a very long ride for Kyle.
The ride was even longer because Beryl was lost. Because Kyle now possessed Cindy's memories, he was comfortable wearing her platform shoes, but that didn't make him comfortable driving in them. So Beryl was given the task of driving the car. Unfortunately, she couldn't find the liquor store once they reached the city limits.
"Like, OMG, what's the deal, " said Kyle, returning to his Valley girl accent. "I thought you did this, like, ALL the TIME."
Beryl frowned in anger. Kyle was really starting to get on her nerves. "I told you - Cindy got the stuff. She drove, we just rode along with her. I thought I remembered where she drove us, but I guess I was wrong. You have her memories, why don't you tell me where to go?"
Kyle closed his eyes, as if he was deep in concentration. She could tell he was searching her memories. He opened his eyes, then pointed left at the approaching intersection. "It's that way - right, right up here."
Beryl rolled her eyes. This was just like the Cindy she had previously known. "Well, which is it? " she said, aggravated as they drew nearer to the intersection.
"It's up there, right up there just like I said, " said Kyle, while he pointed furiously to the left.
"You're pointing left and saying right, which is it?" said Beryl through gritted teeth.
"Oh, look out, " said Kyle as they reached the intersection. Beryl had to slam on the brakes to avoid running through a red light into the middle of the intersection. Kyle's confusing directions had distracted her, and almost caused an accident.
"Arrghh. Look what you did, you stupid idiot. You and your dumb directions almost got us killed." said Beryl.
"I'm not dumb, " said Kyle, as he pouted like a child. "I said it was right over there. I even pointed to it. It's not my fault you can't follow directions."
"Just, give me a break, and shut up for a while, " said Beryl, as she looked around the intersection, desperately trying to spot the store.