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As Dakota approached the house that she believed to be hers, a sense of confusion and disorientation lingered in the air. The déjà vu of returning to a place she thought she knew clashed with the reality unfolding before her.
The car that had once been Fred's luxurious transport pulled up, and a man in a business suit stepped out. He casually made his way into the house without acknowledging Dakota.
Dakota: (bewildered) "Like, seriously, what the heck... who even is this?"
Dakota's confusion escalated when she glanced down at her attire. The familiar transformation had occurred once more. Her braids were gone, replaced by long strands of blonde hair, and she now wore only short white shorts, and stickers formed on her chest. She was practically naked now!
Dakota: (frustrated) "Ugh, this is, like, totally crazy. What's even happening right now?"
The confusion intensified as a car pulled up, the same one that was used to chauffeur her when she was Fred. Just as Dakota tried to make sense of the situation, the driver, who had driven her to the house, initiated a conversation.
Driver: (leering) "Well, well, look who we have here. A new face in the neighborhood."
Dakota: (indignant) "Um, hello? This is like, my place! You're my driver, you gotta help ---"
Driver: (mocking and interrupting Dakota) "Your home? Sweetheart, you must be lost or something. This area isn't for people like you."
Dakota: (offended) "People like me? What the heck are you talking about? I totally own this place!"
Driver: (laughing) "You're crazy, lady. I'll call the cops and have them straighten you out for working here illegally."
Dakota: (angry) "You're, like, such a rude dude, you know? Go, like, to that hot place!"
Dakota tried to move towards the house, but the driver warned her to stay put and threatened to call the police.
Dakota: (assertive) "I, like, totally own this house, and I'll get you canned for talking to me like that."
Driver: (sarcastic) "Sure thing, lady. You can tell the cops all about it. I'll be here."
Dakota, frustrated and determined, decided to take control.
Dakota: (firmly) "Look, I, like, need to go to the worky place and the sciencey lab thing. You work for me, got it?"
Driver: (smirking) "Oh, really? Well, maybe we can work something out, you know? Help me, and I'll help you."
The driver testified that he did not dial the police number and winked at Dakota. Dakota was sure that the driver would help her get to the business center and reluctantly sitting in the front seat, gave a skeptical look.
Dakota: "Fine, whatever. Just, like, take me to the place where I do my business stuff."
However, the driver, instead of heading toward the business center, took a detour into a back alley.
Dakota: (confused) "This doesn't look like the way to the worky place."
Driver: (smiling) "Relax, sweetheart. This is just your worky place"
Dakota, feeling uneasy, demanded an explanation, but the driver only continued to smile and began to slowly unzip his trousers.