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Cynthia Hall walked out of her front door, not bothering to lock it. Such a nice neighborhood, why lock a thing? She then walked down their brick walkway and she checked the mailbox, seeing if the mail had come for the day. Seeing none, she turned, and went to walk to meet her friend Bette for tea.

At least, to anyone that was watching, that was what the scene looked like. Just a housewife meeting another for a hot drink and some light snacks. The only thing they would have seen amiss was the cut on her forehead and the staples, but she would be patient and earnest in her explanation. A car accident nearby and a bit of cheap steel flew off and hit her across the head! My word, she'd say with polite indignation, it should be illegal to have such cheap foreign cars on our streets! Think of what else it could have done!

Of course, Miles knew, all of that was total bullshit. He walked slowly, loving the sway and swish of his dress, feeling the fabric brush against his legs, legs perfectly shaved and stockinged. Each step led to the familiar click and clack of those heels, along with the slight bounce of his pert breasts.

It was only a few houses down and Miles rang the doorbell, ever the polite woman. A woman Cynthia's age, just as pretty wearing a black-and-white polka dot black dress, black stockings, and white high heels greeted her, the same incision on her forehead as well.

Patrick smiled warmly and femininely and bid him enter and the door closed behind them, Patrick gracefully shutting it. Once the door was closed, both of them laughed darkly. It was too fun, both of them said, fooling these idiots, these conventional, suburban robots! All of them were so obsessed with normal, with being this strange ideal that none of them seemed to notice when one is faking every bit of it!

Patrick poured Miles a generous portion of vodka along with one for himself, and both talked about their days since poor old Cynthia and Bette had their brains removed and Patrick and Miles's brains put in their place. How they had fooled their husbands. How they had fooled the local businesses. It was getting to be so they could blend in anywhere, all the while no one seemingly aware that Cynthia and Bette no longer existed. It was all too entertaining!