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Jeff's POV

Day 1973728183 of living this torture.

I am stuck here.

They force me to wear these wierd dresses.

I miss my beautiful face.

I am way to short.

I don't have a dick.

And my parents left for some boat trip to Hawaii.

I flop back onto the bed.

"Hey Jelsa! Hey Jelsa!!"

"Whaaat" i mumble out.

"Can you show me some magic!"

"Sure. Look" i point to a door "There, just go outside and just-"

She nods.

"Alright!!"

'that was easier then i expected'

Anna then runs out of the room.

I got up and walk over to the door.

"Count to 100, then you can come in"

"Okie dokie!"

I close the door.

*CLICK*

"There we go"

I twirl the key around my finger and put it back into my pocket.

"Finally. I got rid of the problem" i lay back on my bed and relax.

-3 hours later-

-with Anna-

"98.....90 uh 99...HmmMmm...AHA! 100!! Jelsa im done!"

Anna knocks.

"Jelsa?"

She tries to open the door but it's locked.

" *shocked face* "

'did Jelsa learn how to lock doors with her powers?! She is soo cooool!!!' she jumps up and down.

"You can open the door now!"

...

"Jelsa...?"

-With Jeff-

" *snoring noises* no...i don't want a pickle mr rat.....*even more snoring noises*

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