Vanessa Banks was a model and a mother of four. It wasn't an easy job. She couldn't help but feel like nobody in her life understood how hard her life was. She lived with her husband and three boys, one girl, and as of recently her brother, his wife, and their two kids.

"I don't understand why he needs to stay with us." Joe, her husband reiterated.

"I already told you Brock's between jobs and I want to help him out." Vanessa argued.

Brock burst through their bedroom door. "Woah sis did you just come from a shoot? You look like a slut. Anyway, Joe, I didn't bring any soap so I used your bar. Is that alright?"

"That's fine Brock." Joe said through clenched teeth.

As soon as Brock shut the door, Joe exploded. "See what I mean!? He's rude, lazy and inconsiderate! I work a full time job just to feed and house my kids and he jacks off and plays halo in the guest room! Even you have your little model gig!"

"Excuse me?" Vanessa was hurt.

"I'm going to shower. If I find any hairs in my Irish Spring I'm going to kill him." Joe stormed into the bathroom.

Vanessa fell back onto her bed and started crying. "I swear nobody in this house gives me a shred of respect. I just wish my family could understand what it's like to be me." As soon as she said this, she heard a feminine squeal come from the bathroom. She rushed to the door and put her ear to it.

"Joe? Are you okay? I thought I heard a scream."

She heard a very feminine and familiar voice respond. "Don't come in!"

Vanessa did exactly that and swung the door open. Her jaw dropped at what she saw: herself, naked in the shower.



"Honey...I'm scared."