Garage sale (Patreon)

Stirring dinner with a ladle, Glenn glanced in dismay at the door. It seemed to him that someone opened the door with a key and entered his apartment. And this was impossible, because no one had to come to the apartment of a lonely guy who did not give his keys to anyone.

However, he did not think and he could definitely hear the man in the hallway taking off his shoes and outerwear. Glenn's heart pounded quickly at the thought that it might be bandits. However, he did not have time to do anything when he suddenly saw something that seemed impossible even to imagine. In all outlines, the figure that flashed in the corridor of the apartment and went into the bath and even across the face was a complete copy of Glenn. In a literal sense, Glenn saw himself.

Not understanding anything, Glenn let go of the ladle and wanted to take a slow step forward to check on the stranger who so unceremoniously appeared in HIS apartment and without even noticing Glena went to the restroom. From this step, Glenn almost fell to the floor, twisting his leg because of the shoes with a heel that suddenly appeared on his feet. However, at the last moment, he was able to restrain himself and rest his hand on the nearest table.

Emitting a strange, too high breath, he glanced at his hand, not understanding why his nails on his hands were suddenly painted red and a manicure with sharp ends appeared on them.

Frightened, looking down, Glenn was amazed that instead of his flat chest in his wife-beater he was wearing a floral dress and in the neckline there were four female breasts with a crevice between them.

- Who are you?!

 This familiar voice distracted Glenn from the new discoveries he had just begun to explore and made his head rise and look in the direction of the voice. At the door stood Glenn number 2, who was also surprised why this woman is a housewife doing in his apartment

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The old man Devian, who arranged this garage sale for several weeks, was already far from this town. Let's just say that this person who has lived for almost 300 years is a little bored of doing what he was doing. Once upon a time magic and everything connected with it enveloped him and he devoted everything to this and even lengthened his life. It was interesting to collect and sometimes sell magic items, some of which he even made himself.

But the moment came when Devian decided to finally retire. Having arranged this sale, he hardly even thought about who could buy his goods. But there was a golden rule: one customer, one product.

Unfortunately or fortunately for Glenn, he was one of the participants and buyers of that very sale. The prices were really inexpensive and passing by after work he noticed this fuss about the old man's house.

He took this ladle only for practical purposes and could never think that it was magical. The old man called it "Wife's Favorite Ladle". By analogy, he also had his "Husband's Favorite Hammer" on sale, but the action of these items was similar.

The object, and in this case the ladle, magically created for you a partner corresponding to all the stereotypical thinking of the time in which the old man made these objects, namely in the 1950s.

An ideal wife who dresses only in dresses, wears only hairstyles that were fashionable at that time and even walks in heels at home, who only knows how to cook and do "female" affairs. A complete set of 1950s stereotypes about women. But the most important thing and why she became really perfect is because she received a complete copy of consciousness from the buyer, and in this case from Glenn.