The Transformation of Penny Wren: 3 (Patreon)

Trench coats may look good on tall girls, but they keep the rain of any of us. Penny winced sloughing off the long rain duster she wore; the water couldn't be good for these old floors. Oh well. She dropped the coat on a chaise lounge with a sufficiently heavy covering. She wouldn't need the coat inside, better to not drip all over. 

She looked back to that old mirror and sighed. Even through her foggy glasses she could see her hair had poofed up quite a bit in all this humidity. She took an inventory of the young woman in the mirror: slumpy shoulders, oversized tshirt that seemed to neither hide her generous figure, nor do it any favors. Mom jeans, of course, because cute hip-riders gapped gigantically because of her generous backside. 

Still, she managed a smile. She wouldn't need to look like a Heather if she brought back something truly epic. The right souvenir, the right story... she would be queen of the house. Well, at least queen of the frosh.

She tilted her head to the side, her hair bobbing. Frzz-frzz-frzz... she imagined the sound her frizzy hair would make in a comic. Tugging on a few locks, she peered deeper into the mirror, air passing in through her nostrils, out through the slight gap in her lips. 

She imagined so much more...

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Equipment: bag of tools, watch, mag-light flashlight, old brass key

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"Something Else" will be a path picked by me.