A First For Gracie Gracie Spends The Weekend With Her Subs Pt 2
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Finn didn't bother knocking as he burst into his sister Gracie's room.
She appeared to be watching television, but he put a dismissive hand up,
already anticipating her outburst.
Gracie: "Get out of here!"
Finn: "Chill out, Gracie. I just need your phone charger, stop being so
melodramatic."
Grabbing the phone charger from her desk, Finn noticed Gracie sitting in
front of her television. There was an old book open in front of her, as
well as candles, a wooden board with some odd symbols and a teen
magazine. He blinked at her, his fingers gripping the charger as he began
to back out of the room. But Gracie still seemed to be freaking out over
the interruption.
Gracie: "I'm not being melodramatic, you're gonna ruin---!"
There was a blinding flash of light. Finn's head spun, a wave of
dizziness overtaking him. His vision was still blurry, as the scene
slowly came back into focus, and they were standing in the living room.
Although something was off. It was a larger, more open version of their
own living room. Almost like a stage.
Finn: "Uhhhh. Where are we?"
Gracie: "How many times have I told you not to come in my room?"
The rebuke fell on deaf ears, as Finn's head was still aching. When he
went to rub his temples, he noticed a mass of blond waves replacing his
once brown hair. Examining his hands, he saw that they were smaller, more
delicate... and manicured?
Finn: "Gracie... what's happening?"
Gracie: "You screwed up my spell!"
Finn examined his hands again, then pinched a lock of his hair so that he
could examine it, feeling the tug on his scalp. Looking down, he saw that
he was in girls pants and a white blouse. And were those... boobs?
Finn: "Why do I have boobs, Gracie?"
At the sound of his new high-pitched, lilting voice, Finn began to cough.
Finn: *HACK* "What's wrong with my voice?"
There was an odd sound, seeming to come from all around them. Almost like
laughter. Yes, it was definitely laughter. Were people laughing at him?
Finn: "What was that?"
Gracie rolled her eyes, and sat on the couch sullenly.
Gracie: "Studio audience. We're in a sitcom."
Finn: "Wait... people are watching us? That's insane. And answer my
freaking questions, Gracie!"
Gracie: "Sort of! It's magic, but like, combined with technology. Which
you aren't supposed to mix, but I thought I figured out a way to make it
work. Until my idiot brother interrupted."
The audience laughed again and Finn looked for a camera or something to
glare at. When there was nothing to be found, he simply shot another
angry look at his sister.
Finn: "Don't blame this on me! Why am I a girl?!"
Gracie:: "I was using magic to create a pocket dimension. Nothing too
convoluted. Just a nice, light, sitcom world with low stakes where I
could have some fun and unwind. Which is where we are now."
Finn: "Okay... That's a lot to take in... You created a sitcom dimension
and we both got pulled into it. So why are you still you, but now I'm a
girl?"
Gracie: "Most of the structure of this world is based on ours, but with
sitcom rules. And when I was setting up the parameters, I made it so I
don't have a brother in this universe. No offense, I just need a break
from you sometimes, because you do things like come into my room without
asking."
There was another echo of laughter from the audience.
Finn: "Oh, shut up."
Gracie: "During my test runs, it worked perfectly. I'm an only child
here, and the universe literally revolves around me. But since you messed
up the spell, I think it's rearranging this entire universe to integrate
both of us. For instance, I still don't have a brother here... I have a
sister."
Finn's mouth hung open at the revelation.
Gracie: "You look just like me. Only a girlier version. Maybe we're twins
or something."
Finn: "Well, since I'm not interested in being twins or hanging out in
your sitcom universe, how about you magick us out of here?"
Gracie: "I'd love to, but I wasn't finished creating an exit route for
this trip. So until I can figure something out..."
Finn's shoulders slumped.
Finn: "We're stuck here?"
Gracie nodded, as the television in front of them popped on, depicting
Finn in his new girly body and Gracie in her glasses and basketball
jersey. The title Faith & Gracie appeared over them. An awful, lilting
pop song followed.
"We're twins, but we're different"
Finn: "That's literally the worst song I've ever heard."
Gracie: "I guess you're Faith now. And how did you get top billing in my
universe? That's total BS."
Finn: "Could you just turn it off?"
Gracie: "Sure thing, Faith."
The audience cackled and Finn slumped onto the couch next to his sister.
Finn: "I hate sitcoms."
***
Episode 2: Twice the Wardrobe!
The next morning, Finn and Gracie slogged into their shared bathroom. It
was spacious enough, befitting their new sitcom house, but Finn still
grumbled.
Finn: "Can't believe we have to share a bathroom."
Gracie: "At least we have two sinks."
The two stepped up the adjacent sinks to begin their morning routines,
when a gratingly upbeat pop tune kicked in.
"We're twins, but we're different"
Finn: "It's that godawful theme song again! Screw this, I'm putting in
earbuds."
Gracie: "Girl, same."
Finn glared at his sister and somehow the laugh track sounded over the
cloying theme song.
Gracie: "Sorry."
The two slid their earbuds in and went to work getting ready for the day.
But by the time they were dressing, there was a knock on the door and
their mom stuck her head in.
Mom: "Morning, girls!"
Gracie and Finn looked at each other. Sure, this woman looked just like
their mom, but there was something strange about her.
Gracie: "Hi, mom."
Finn: "Hi... um... Mom?"
Squeezing Finn's elbow, Gracie pulled her transformed brother over and
whispered in his ear.
Gracie: "The spell used Mom as a template, so this isn't technically Mom,
but she should be pretty much the same."
Finn: "Pretty much?"
Gracie anticipated a day of relaxing around the sitcom house, so she
slipped into a comfortable basketball jersey and shorts. But when Finn
grabbed a t-shirt and jeans from Gracie's closet, their sitcom mom
intervened.
Mom: "Faith, just what do you think you're doing?"
Finn: "Getting dressed?"
Mom: "Oh no, I won't have my daughter gallivanting around in jeans and a
shirt."
Finn: "Um... What?"
Finn motioned at Gracie, who stood there in her shorts and jersey. The
twins watched with confusion as the sitcom mom threw open the doors to
Finn's closet to find it completely empty.
Mom:"That's strange. You're usually such a little fashionista."
Finn: "No, I'm not."
Mom: "Fine, you can borrow your sister's clothes, but it certainly won't
be a pair of jeans, young lady."
Mom darted over to Gracie's closet, combing through rows of clothes and
hangers before finally pulling out something she approved of in pink.
Mom: "So adorable! Gracie, do you mind if Faith borrows this dress?"
Gracie couldn't help but laugh and the invisible audience laughed along
with her.
Gracie: "I'm never gonna wear it, Mom. It's all hers."
Mom:: "You're such a good sister. Now go on, Faith. Slip this on and then
I'll help with your makeup."
The audience laughed again as Finn shot Gracie a look of pure spite
before taking the dress. After he slipped it on and fumbled for the
zipper, they laughed even more.
Finn: "Oh darn, I can't get the zipper, guess I'll have to wear pants."
There was another wave of laughter as Mom assisted.
Mom: "I have it, don't worry, sweetie."
Once Finn was zipped into the dress, Mom took his hand and led him into
the bathroom, helping him with lip gloss, blush and mascara, gushing over
how pretty he looked while paying no attention to Gracie, who just
applied a simple lip balm. Finn was horrified at the final results, but
Mom was thrilled.
Mom: "You look beautiful, dear."
Finn: "Great, just what I wanted."
His voice was dripping enough sarcasm that the audience couldn't help but
laugh. Mom finally left the room and went back downstairs, as Finn looked
to Gracie for an explanation.
Finn: "What the hell is happening? Why isn't she making you do all this
crap?"
Gracie: "Mom, I mean our real mom, always wanted me to get more into
clothes and hair and makeup... So when I was designing this universe, I
made some tweaks so that she wouldn't bother me about it here."
Finn: "But the tweaks were just there to keep her from bothering you,
right?"
Gracie: "Looks like it. This mom still wants a girly girl daughter, and
since it can't be me... it's you.
Finn: "Great."
Gracie: "Kinda weird that your closet is completely empty, but I guess
the spell is still adjusting to there being two of us. If it makes you
feel any better, you look super cute in that dress."
There was even more laughter and Finn's face went red. A few minutes
later, they were in the living room. At least they could enjoy a quiet
day at their sitcom house and Gracie would have plenty of time to find a
way to get them home. But as the two sat on the couch brainstorming, Mom
bolted into the room.
Mom: "Faith, get your purse. I'm not sure how you got rid of all your
clothes, but we're going to the mall to get you a new wardrobe."
Finn: "I don't need a new wardrobe! And who even goes to the mall
anymore? Just order everything online."
Mom: "Nonsense, honey! Do you honestly want to sit at home all day when
you look so pretty?"
Finn: "Yes, that's exactly what I want to do!"
The audience cracked up, but Mom grabbed Finn's purse for him, a purse he
didn't remember having earlier that day. It was in glittery pink and
covered in bedazzled butterflies. It was then that Mom noticed Finn
slipped on a pair of Gracie's purple sneakers when she wasn't looking.
The audience laughed, but Mom was clearly not amused and scowled at the
sneakers, then at Finn.
Finn: "They're purple... that's a girly color."
Mom: "After today, you can say goodbye to sneakers, young lady."
There was more laughter, as Mom led Finn out of the house. The door
slammed behind them and Gracie put her feet up.
Gracie: "I should probably look into fixing the spell... but I think I
deserve a little me-time."
The audience cheered. Gracie would have plenty of time to figure out how
to get them home, but getting stuck in a sitcom was pretty stressful and
she needed time to unwind. She took the remote and turned on the
television. Meanwhile, Mom and Finn were somehow already at the mall. Mom
subjected him to a barrage of bras, panties, skirts, blouses, dresses and
everything in between. The scene would've made for a perfect sitcom
montage, but Finn had to suffer through every agonizing second. Mom
insisted on snapping pictures and sending them to Gracie for review. Back
at the house, Gracie sat comfortably on the couch with a bowl of cereal
in her lap and a game controller in her hand, not bothering to do any
spell research now that she was home alone. As the flood of pictures came
in, Gracie sent back the same message on every single one.
Gracie(Texting): "So cute, get it!"
The crowd cackled, especially at the angry scowl on Finn's face in every
single picture. It was like he was trying to scowl directly back at
Gracie for putting him in this situation. Mom said they were on the way
to the shoe store now, and Gracie reminded her that a girl can never have
too many shoes. When Mom and Finn arrived home after hours upon hours of
shopping, their arms were full of bags and boxes from dozens of stores.
The ones piled in Finn's arms were so high that his face was hidden.
Gracie rushed to help, taking some items from Finn to reveal the same
angry scowl from the pictures. Gracie laughed nervously, and the audience
with her.
Gracie: "So... how was shopping?"
Finn kept scowling and didn't answer.
Gracie: "That bad, huh? Well, at least you got lots of new clothes."
She looked at all the boxes, but then from outside came the sound of a
truck backing up. Mom was ecstatic.
Mom: "There's the rest of it!"
The audience lost it at the joke, as Mom left Finn and Gracie in the
house and rushed outside to grab even more clothes from the truck. Finn
set the last of his boxes down and collapsed onto the couch.
Finn: "If a sitcom episode is only like twenty-four minutes, then why did
I just spend a whole day at the mall?"
Gracie: "I guess we still have to go through our daily lives here, but
yeah, it is a little weird. I mean, it was great to have some time to
myself and just chill out and play video games all day."
Finn: "Do what all day?"
Gracie: "I mean I tried to fix the spell and then I played video games.
To relax from all the spell-fixing that I was doing."
There was more laughter, and Finn grabbed the controller, eager to relax
a little himself. But then Mom came back in, leading a pair of movers
with even more clothing boxes.
Mom: "No time for video games, Faith. We need to organize your new
wardrobe."
Finn: "Grrrr."
Finn passed the controller back to Gracie and stood up, stomping bitterly
up to his bedroom as the poppy theme song kicked back in.
"We're twins, but we're different,"
Finn: "Yeah, no shit."
"One's girly, one isn't,"
Finn: "Is that a new line? And wait a second... Am I supposed to be the
girly one?"
Gracie: "You ARE the one in a pink dress."
***
Finn clopped into the bedroom, the audience oohing and aahing at his new
outfit. He took an unsteady step in his new shoes, and Gracie offered him
a hand.
Gracie: "First time in heels?"
The audience cackled and Finn crossed his arms angrily.
Finn: "You know it is."
Gracie: "Wow, Mom really dolled you up. She wasn't kidding about wanting
a girly-girl daughter."
Finn took a few more unsteady steps and sat down on his bed, relieved to
be off his feet. But as soon as he relaxed for a moment, the poppy theme
song kicked in.
"We're twins, but we're different,"
"One's girly, one isn't"
Finn: "I hate that fudging song! And I'm not fudging girly!"
Laughter rang out from the crowd, as Finn shook his head, looking at
Gracie in confusion.
Gracie: "Did you just say 'fudging?'"
The audience laughed again.
Finn: "No... I mean, yeah... but I was trying to say... Hold on, let me
try something... I was trying to say... 'Fudge.'"
His eyes went wide with horror as the laughter continued.
Gracie: "Oh, I get it! You're trying to swear! Drop an F-bomb?"
Finn: "Yes! Why the fudge can't I?"
Gracie: "This is gonna sound crazy."
Finn: "Crazier than getting sucked into a sitcom, turned into your
sister's twin, and forced to dress like a princess by your new mom?"
Without realizing it, Finn crossed his legs, anxiously bobbing one foot
in a decidedly feminine manner. There was more laughter, and then Gracie
offered an explanation.
Gracie: "So the sitcom universe we're in... it's rated TV-PG."
Finn: "What?"
Gracie: "It means we're only allowed infrequent coarse language, maybe
some suggestive dialog. But definitely no F-bombs. Unless you're talking
about fudge, of course."
Finn: "So... I can't fudging say fudge?"
The audience was laughing again, and Finn stomped his pink wedges on the
floor in frustration.
Gracie: "Wait a second... I have a theory. Say fudge again."
Finn: "Fudge again."
Somehow, the viewers laughed even harder, as Gracie motioned for Finn to
try again. Rolling his eyes, Finn did.
Finn: "Fudge."
Now the audience was howling with laughter, prompting Finn's face to turn
a furious red over his inability to curse.
Gracie: "Just like I thought. I'm pretty sure 'fudge' is your
catchphrase.
Finn: "What do you mean it's my catchphrase?"
Gracie: "We're in a sitcom. That means lame jokes, conveniently resolved
plot points and... Cheesy catchphrases."
Finn: "Great. I'm stuck in a sitcom, I'm a fudging girl and now I can't
even use swear words."
Gracie: "Honestly, I'm a little jealous. I want a catchphrase."
Gracie's joking pout got an aww from the audience, as Mom called to the
two from downstairs.
Mom: "Girls, don't stay up too late! Remember you have school tomorrow!"
Finn: "Awesome, can't fudging wait."
Mom: "And yes, Faith! You will be wearing a dress!
Finn's reply was loaded with sarcasm, and the crowd ate it up.
Finn: "Golly gee, Mom! Can I wear tights and heels and makeup again,
too?"
Gracie: "Hey, I think I've got a catchphrase! So you just asked Mom if
you could wear all that stuff to school tomorrow, right?"
Finn: "Obviously I was being sarcastic."
But Gracie seized the opening, determined to have a catchphrase of her
own.
Gracie: "Oh, Faith... You're such a girl!"
The crowd absolutely roared, cheering for Gracie as Finn stared at her
angrily. He stood up for a moment, ready to storm out of the room, but a
stumble in his wedges sent him tumbling back onto the bed.
Finn: "Fudge you, Gracie."
There was more laughter, but Gracie was still basking in the reception of
her new catchphrase. Meanwhile, the theme song kicked back in.
"We're twins, but we're different"
"I'm stuck in a dress, and your hair is a mess"
Gracie: "Hey, what the fudge, I washed my hair today."
***
Finn: "Gracie, help!"
Gracie rushed into the room, holding a bowl of oatmeal that she was
shoveling into her mouth as she ran. The invisible audience was already
guffawing.
Gracie: "I'm trying to eat breakfast! What's your problem?"
Finn stood dressed for the day in a black skirt, white blouse and pink
tights. His hair and makeup were flawless, but she seemed to be
struggling. Not just with the prospect of his first day at school as a
girl, but with keeping the closet door closed. His back was pressed
against the door, and his stocking feet were digging into the carpet,
trying to find traction. Gracie gobbled down her last bit of oatmeal and
studied the situation while Finn kept struggling
Finn: "My problem is... I was looking for some shoes to wear to school,
and as you know I have like five-hundred pairs now... Mom put the flats
all the way at the top of the rack, so when I climbed up to get them, the
whole thing toppled over and now I'm holding back a... shoe avalanche."
The audience cackled and Finn went red at their reaction. Gracie stepped
forward to help, but made no effort to hide her amused smirk.
Gracie: "A shoe avalanche, huh? Oh no!"
But before Gracie could assist, the closet door burst open and the twins
were buried under a miniature mountain of jellys and clogs, slingbacks
and stilettos, pumps and wedges and ballerina flats and t-straps and Mary
Janes. There was not a single pair of sneakers anywhere in the mix. The
crowd cackled as Finn and Gracie popped out of the pile. Somehow, Finn
emerged holding a powder blue shoe in each hand. He looked at them and
groaned.
Finn: "Ugh, fine. I guess I'll wear these."
Gracie: "I can't believe you have an actual mountain of shoes. Oh,
Faith..."
Finn: "Don't fudging say it, Gracie."
Gracie: "You're such a girl!"
The audience was howling with laughter as Finn struggled out of the pile
and slipped the shoes on. A moment later, the terrible pop-rock theme
song kicked in.
"We're twins, but we're different,"
Finn: "Nope, not listening! I'd rather go to fudging school."
Grabbing a pink camo backup and his bedazzled butterfly purse, Finn
minced out of the bedroom. Gracie fought her way out of the pile and
followed. A moment later, the two of them were walking down the halls of
their high school, modified with wider halls and open classrooms.
Apparently their sitcom hometown was Townsville, and the two were now
students of Townsville High School. The two stayed close, examining the
sitcom versions of their former classmates as they walked to their
lockers. Of course, Finn was complaining.
Finn: "Can't believe all you had to do was roll out of bed and throw on
some pants and a shirt."
Gracie: "Hey, I took a shower!"
Finn: "Mom woke me up a whole hour early just to help me with my hair and
makeup and pick an outfit. I showed her, though."
Gracie: "Um... How?
Finn: "Remember when she said I had to wear a dress to school? I wore a
skirt instead."
There was more laughter, as Finn smiled confidently and then dipped into
a quick curtsey. Gracie was unimpressed.
Gracie: "Yeah, you're such a rebel. And did you just curtsey?"
Finn: "Did I? Maybe it was... like a sarcastic curtsey."
Gracie: "Looked pretty legit to me. You crossed your ankles and
everything."
Finn stopped in the middle of the hall and seized Gracie by the
shoulders. Their sitcom classmates walked around them, offering annoyed
looks that made the audience titter.
Finn: "Why would I curtsey, I don't know how to curtsey, I've never
curtseyed before in my life!"
Gracie: "Fudge, I was afraid of this..."
Finn: "Afraid of what, Gracie?"
Gracie: "Okay... It's like with Mom. To fill up the sitcom world with
people, I used our town as a blueprint. Everyone we know is basically the
same personality-wise, just a sitcom version. Sort of like NPCs."
Finn: "Have I ever told you you're bad at explaining things?"
The audience laughed again and Finn rolled his eyes, trying to find an
invisible camera he could glare at.
Finn: "And I'm so sick of that stupid laugh track."
Gracie: "I thought it would add to the atmosphere! So anyway...
Everyone's an NPC based on a real person. But there's no Gracie NPC based
on me, because I'm just me. Real Gracie playing sitcom Gracie."
Finn: "Right."
Gracie: "But there's not actually a Faith in the real world... And since
I didn't set up Finn in this world, the spell got all wonky and turned
you into a copy of me. Only, I don't think it's done..."
Finn: "Don't think it's done with what?"
Gracie: "You heard the stupid theme song! We're twins, but we're
different. I think the sitcom logic is working off the polar opposite
twins trope. Which is why Mom is so insistent on you being the girly one.
Not just because she wanted me to be girlier, but because it makes sense
in the world of a corny sitcom for one to be the tomboy and the other to
be the..."
Finn: "Girly girl? I'm so fudging sick of that term."
Gracie: "I'm not even sure if it's best to resist the spell or just go
with it. You're already responding when people call you Faith. When's the
last time you even referred to yourself as Finn?"
Finn: "Right now! My name is Ffffff... My name is Fuh... Fuh! Fudge!"
Finn kept struggling to get his name out, almost as if the words were
catching in his throat. Meanwhile, the audience cracked up at his effort.
Finn: "My name is Fai... No, no, no!"
A female classmate of theirs walked by, looking the twins over and giving
them both a smile.
Classmate: "Faith, I love those shoes!"
Finn seemed to drop his struggle for a moment, smiling back.
Finn: "Thanks, girl! Omigod, love your skirt!"
As soon as the words left Finn's mouth, he gave Gracie a look of pure
horror. The audience thought it was hilarious.
Finn: "Gracie, you have to fix this right now and get us the fudge home!"
Gracie: "I'm trying! Mixing magic and technology is already messy, and
since this isn't a show about magic, like magic doesn't even exist in
this universe as far as I know, there isn't much I can do for research."
They walked to their lockers, Finn's shoulders slumped as he clopped
along, actively resisting the natural grace his body moved earlier. He
noticed a black haired girl in jeans walking by, her sensibilities
obviously more alt than either him or Gracie.
Finn: "Hey, it's Cass. She was always in the front row at my punk shows."
Gracie: "What front row? You played in front of like eight people."
Finn: "God, I miss wearing jeans."
Cass noticed the twins looking at her and she walked over, joining the
two of them by their lockers, exuding the aura of a television bad kid.
Cass: "Hey, Two-of-a-kinds. Wearing heels to school again, huh? Wow,
Faith... You're such a girl."
The audience roared, as both Finn and Gracie crossed their arms in
unison, which made the audience laugh even harder.
Gracie: "That's my catchphrase."
Finn: "They're barely even heels... They're Mary Jane wedges and
they're... cute."
Finn pouted when the last word left his mouth and the audience awwed at
his reaction.
Cass: "Just giving you crap! See you around."
Cass disappeared down the hall, as Finn and Gracie watched her go.
Finn: "She used to have a huge crush on me."
Several boys walked by, nerds and jocks, bad boy loners and enthusiastic
otakus. More than a few of them gave Finn quick looks.
Gracie: "I don't think she's the only one..."
Finn: "Whatever, let's go to class."
The two searched through their phones, looking up their schedules for the
sitcom school. Surely grades wouldn't matter in this universe, but it was
best not to upset the balance of that universe until they could escape.
Distracted by the search, Finn was unaware that he began humming a
familiar tune, even mumbling the words to himself.
Finn:"We're twins, but we're different. One's girly, one isn't..."
Gracie: "Dude, are you singing the theme song?"
Another horrified expression spread across Finn's face, and he shook his
head to clear the song out, sending his blond tresses flying for a
moment.
Finn: "No... I mean... It's like any crappy pop song. Sure, it's
terrible... But somehow... It just gets stuck in your head."
Gracie: "Maybe we should go to class. I've got molecular chemistry, what
about you?"
Finn: "Let's see... What the fudge? Modern dance?"
Gracie: "You mean a class where you have to squeeze into a tutu and then
prance around and then if you're lucky, you get hoisted into the air by
some hot guy? Why wouldn't you take a class like that? After all,
Faith... You're-
Finn held his hand up in front of Gracie's face and then stormed off in
the direction of the dance theater, heels clacking through the halls
Finn: "I know, I know! I'm such a girl!"
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