“S-U-Z-I-E. That’s the fourth time I’ve had to tell you my name. Listen you don’t understand what I am saying! My luggage was lost by your airline and I filed the form to get it back but what arrived was not my luggage! Now I’m stranded here without my clothes, my wallet, or my keys. This isn’t even my phone, it’s Victoria something, the woman who’s bag I have! I have nothing! Are you serious? No I’m not going to use the clothes in this luggage. Why not? Well apart from it being an invasion of privacy, none of it is exactly my style. Fine I’ll wait for your call when you’ve investigated more. Ughhhh.”
“Hello? Suzie? No there is no one here by the name, you’re speaking with Victoria. Oh yes now I remember you are referring to the mix up earlier with my belongings and that woman. Ive taken care of it and Suzie hasn’t been here in hours. She did want me to thank you for suggesting she try on the clothes in the bag. She said she felt like a new woman. A better woman. However I expect to be compensated for your airline’s screw up with losing my luggage in the first place and with with suggesting to a stranger that they pilfer my belongings. I’m a very powerful woman and can bury you and your company with one social media post. Yes that’s what I thought. A full refund will do for now.”
“Mmmm being Victoria is a lot more rewarding that being boring old Suzie. Once I put on her tight outfits and slutty high highs I knew Suzie was dead. It certainly helped that her clothes transformed me into her exact copy, along with her bitchy personality and memories. Being a sexy trophy wife is going to way more fun that my old life. I’m wet with anticipation for when my husband walks in that door and fucks me on the stairs. Fuck I might have to get myself started right now.
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