The New Car

by Mandy

"Check it out, dude," I said as I pulled into my brothers driveway in my new Jeep Cherokee. As usual, he just sighed at my outlandishness. See, three years ago, our parents passed away, and they left us each $250,000. I had pretty much went to town with my share, buying new cars, and taking vacations to Europe. My brother on the other hand had invested most of his share in a company called Watkin's.

"Paul, why do you buy everything you see?" my brother wanted to know.

"I don't know, Greg. But isn't this thing sweet?"

My brother \nodded yes, then invited me in for a drink. He poured me a shot of this new stuff. Watkin's Tonic, he called it.

"So, this is the company you socked all of your dough in, huh?" I asked as I threw back the shot.

"Yep, and the great thing is, you can drink all you want."

I started to ask for another when the funniest thing happened. I began to feel very dizzy. Then I realized the room was getting bigger....no, that's not it. I was getting smaller. I tried to say something, but I couldn't speak. After what seemed like a million years, but was more like 10 seconds, I felt fine again.

"What.....what....hey, my voice is funny!" I said, my voice coming out like a girls.

"That's right, Paul. I'm sick and tired of you wasting all of the money Mom and Dad left you. So, I thought I'd try and teach you the value of money. The easiest way to do this is to return you to a child. As for the making of you into a girl, well, I always wanted a daughter, so now I have one. Now, I have no problem with you having money for whatever you want. But, you will earn it young lady."

I was in shock. I looked into the mirror behind the bar, and looking back at me was a 10 year old girl. I realized there was nothing I could do, so I just nodded.

"Fine. What do I have to do to get my money back?"

"Well, first off, you love that Jeep so much, go on out a wash it. I'll give you $5, ok sweety?"

So here I am, washing my new Jeep. Or is it Gr....Gre....Now that' weird. His name is Greg, but I feel like I should call him Daddy. That's right, he's my Daddy, and I'm washing his new Jeep.

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