#redneckification

“Listen ya fuckn bitch! Ya’ll gots ta put our fuckn brains back in our fuckin heads or there’ll be more trouble up in here than a harlot in a whorehouse!” Brenda-Lynn wasn’t always the woman she was now. She didn’t used to be a nearly illiterate, chubby, foul mouthed red-headed, chain-smoking single mother to 6 children.

Not three months ago she was just Brenda Williams, a very successful lawyer living and working L.A. She’d enjoyed her routine of daily exercise to maintain her svelte body, her weekly beauty treatments for her beautiful brown hair, and her job which allowed her to rub shoulders with the wealthy and privileged, a community that Brenda considered herself a member of. It was that attitude, and a woman named Amanda, that got her into her new…”situation”.

“Oh I’m sorry Brenda-Lynn” Amanda said in a very mocking tone “I’m not entirely sure you’ve learned your lesson yet. Besides I didn’t swap our brains you idiot. Don’t you remember me saying that I come from a family of witches? All I did was a little reality alteration, with all little life swap spell chaser. But I don’t blame you for not remembering, you were awful busy selling me out and pleading guilty without consulting me.” There was venom in this last statement.

“Y’all still on ‘bout that?” Brenda -Lynn said as she lit a cigarette in her former office “All y’all did was swipe a pair a drawers, cheaper ta jus confess an take ya whoppin.” She punctuated this by scratching the crotch of her daisy duke shorts for far longer than was polite. “Damn crabs. Itchier than a dog in a flea market!”