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Standing and waiting for the chief scientist, Fred felt that something was changing. He didn’t know that the device was not just a device for getting dressed in the morning; for some reason, scientists stuffed some of their own invention into it, which was supposed to change people’s perceptions. However, scientists and of course Fred did not know that this was a very powerful device. And at that moment changes began. Fred began to notice how everything around him was changing, and after a few minutes he was already in a completely different place.
As Fred stood there, holding the oversized white teddy bear and feeling the weight of the changes around him, he muttered to himself, "Like, seriously, this totally shouldn't have happened. Ugh, what even is going on right now?" He cursed himself once again for sounding like a stereotypical blonde, not realizing the bizarre nature of the device he had used that morning.
His clothes transformed into something more provocative, and an odd heaviness settled on his chest. Looking around, he realized he was in a completely different place. Smooth skin replaced wrinkled hands, and he felt rejuvenated, as if he had become 20 or 25 again.
A stranger, an unfamiliar black man, approached him. The man had been standing nearby all this time, observing the changes unfold. He greeted Fred with a feminine pet name, avoiding the name Dakota, and asked, "Hey, sweetheart, everything okay?
Surprised, Fred questioned, "Um, hello? What? Why are you calling me that? Like, seriously, stop with the weird names, okay?"
The man repeated the pet name and added, "What are these questions? Dakota damn it, why are you standing there?" He even mentioned the full name that Fred is now bore.
Confused and alarmed, Fred asked, "Wait, like, what? Why are you calling me Dakota? No way! I am so not Dakota. I'm, like, the big boss, you know? The CEO of that mega corporation, Fred Macobson. Get it right, geez!"
The man looked at Fred with surprise and calmly stated, "No, sweetheart, you've always been Dakota. You work for me. What nonsense are you talking about?"
Angry, Fred clarified, "No, no, no. Like, seriously, this is all a big mistake. I shouldn't even be here, and what's with this dumb name - Dakota? How did I even end up in this mess? Who are you, and like, what the heck do you want from me?"
The man insisted, "We need to go the client is waiting. God Dee, enough of this circus"
Growing more frustrated, Fred demanded, "This is like, some major nonsense! What the heck kind of client? You're totally confusing me with someone else! I need to go to my business center and laboratory. Are you going to help me, or do I have to, like, figure this out on my own and leave! Ugh, seriously, where even am I right now?"
The man, without losing his calm demeanor, said, "We're talking about your job, sweetie. You're a prostitute, and we have a client waiting."
Infuriated, Fred snapped, "Like, no way! That's, like, not true at all!"
The man's tone changed, and he began to get angry, calling Fred a derogatory term. Realizing his lapse, he quickly apologized, "Sorry, Dakota. Let's go. The client won't wait forever."
Fred, seething with anger, retorted, "Uh, seriously, I'll decide things myself. Like, go to, like, the place with all the fire and stuff. Yeah, you heard me. Bye, loser!"
Dakota turned around, still sure that she was Fred, and walked in the other direction, not yet suspecting how much of a bimbo she had become this time and what she now had to do in her work.