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Mommy Dearest Teaser Script [Part 2]
🕑 Added 2024-01-11 07:42:52 +0000 UTCImage 17
Ryan is frantically texting Mrs.Campbell in his room. Show text bubbles? In the room are his mother’s clothes he wore the night of the ritual.
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no…this isn’t happening and that didn’t happen. It can’t happen.
There was no warning. It all felt so natural. Even when it happened Ryan didn’t feel revulsion of shock. He felt a fuzzy warmth in his stomach. He leaned into it. It felt familiar and natural. He wanted it to happen again.
Fuck! No!
Ryan shoved those thoughts out of his head with a vow to get a hold of himself. He was changing far more than he had thought, that much was obvious. He got complacent and ignored how much of Her personality he had taken on. Which was the whole reason he did the ritual. But not this. Not romantic feelings. He can’t BECOME Charlotte. He can’t.
He just needed to be a little more “like her”. That’s all he wanted. A nudge. Not this.
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Ryan is sitting on his bed, head in his hands in despair.
For the rest of the night he shut himself in his room and wouldn’t leave until the creaky floors alerted him that Marc had finally gone to bed. There was still no reply from Mrs. Campbell and he knew he wouldn’t. Not until tomorrow morning, maybe.
In the meantime Ryan resigned himself to another restless night where his mind wouldn’t quiet. He didn’t want to admit that the fear he was feeling was not because of how much like Charlotte he’d become…but because he can’t remember feeling that content.
After high school he couldn’t hold a job and flunked out of community college. Most of his friends had gone to college and were getting ready to start a career. They had actual ambition. Ryan didn’t. He didn’t know why and he didn’t know how to get it. But the last two days he felt…fulfilled? He felt happy.
No. Ryan knew he couldn’t give into that. He wouldn't give into that. Tomorrow….
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He rolls over in bed, we zoom in on his chest, a nipple suddenly swells, hardens and darkens…
First thing tomorrow I’m going to go down to Mrs.Campbell’s house and I am going to force her to reverse the spell before…Ryan didn’t want to think about the alternative. He certainly didn’t want to think about how becoming Charlotte intrigued him.
He climbed into bed, wincing as found a comfortable position. He grumbled
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Ryan is having his coffee. It is the first time we see his hair beginning to take on his mother’s style. His nipples are pronounced. He’s looking out the window.
Ryan waited in bed until he heard Marc’s car pull out of the driveway. The only time he’d heard that before is when he was going to bed after a marathon session of gaming. Today, Ryan was already awake when he left. He wasn’t sure if it was the restless night sleep he got or more of his mother’s habits taking root.
He got out of bed, quickly dressed and was dead set on confronting Mrs.Campbell. She had to be home, her car was there and for some reason he remembered that her salon was closed on Wednesdays.
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Ryan knocks. Door opens and we see Mrs.Campbell. She looks shocked, then amused. She says, “Well, well, well. How are you, Charlotte honey?”
“Not funny”
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Ryan is in Mrs.Campbell’s living room.
“You have to reverse the spell!” Ryan says. Mrs.Campbell struts past him and takes a seat.
“You broke the rules. I told you to be undressed by the stroke of midnight. What happened?!
Ryan begins to anxiously pace, “I don’t know. I - I lost track of time!”
“You lost track of time?” Mrs.Campbell leans forward. Ryan could see she was suspicious. “How ever did you lose track of time, Ryan?”
“I don’t know! I just did! Are you going to help me?”
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MrsCampbell leans in, close up.
“You mean to tell me that you spent the day finding the clothes your mother wore in a specific photograph, performed the ritual, endured the magic as her essence seeped into you and somehow, through some freak accident, you forgot you were wearing heels, pantyhose, a skirt and jewelry? Honey you got your ears pierced just for this and you lost track of time?”
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Ryan is frantic, annoyed. Close up
“Yes! What is this? What are you doing? What is going on, are you going to help me?”
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Mrs.Campbell, she reclines back in her seat.
“Ryan, do you know why I gave you that ritual?” She asks.
“I dunno. Because I needed it. So Marc didn’t kick me out?”
“Ryan. Please. Marc is too sweet to kick you out. Honey, I could have given you a dozen different spells to help with your motivation - -”
“WHAT?”
“- - but do you know why I chose a transformation spell specifically into your mother?”
“You’re a psycho?!”
“Because you wouldn’t have been happy. You lost track of time because the moment you began to sense her essence in you, you began to feel contentment. It gave you something you had been seeking.”
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Ryan is angry.
“I wasn’t seeking to become a woman, Mrs.Campbell!”
“In the two days since you began this journey of yours tell me, how have you felt?”
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Ryan looks stunned.
Mrs. Campbell extends hands a piece of folded paper..
“See? Honey, transformation magic tends not to work when the person who is transforming doesn’t - on some level - want to change. For two days now you have been drawing in your mother’s essence, changing slowly. I can already see traces of Her appearing on your face, on your body. I can sense your feelings for Marc.”
Ryan had no words. His breath was caught in his throat. He hadn’t noticed any of the changes that Mrs.Campbell was mentioning, though as she said that, moments where he caught himself in a reflection rushed back followed with that feeling that something was off. And that he liked it. He shook his head, trying to rattle some sense back into him. Was she right? Did he want to become Charlotte?
Mrs.Campbell reached into a box on her coffee table and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. “Listen, this will end the spell. You will be cut off from Charlotte’s essence and you should begin to return to who you were. But promise me you won’t cast this right away. Change a bit more. Be her a bit longer and then decide. Okay?”
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Ryan is holding the note.
He left. Mrs.Campbell’s in a daze and walked home clutching the counter spell. He decided to cast it immediately when he got home a dozen times only to have his mind drift to the question “what if?”
He got home and went to his room. He felt tired. His body ached (especially his chest). He thought he’d just lay in bed for a bit. Ruminate on this decision. He walked into his room and saw the skirt and top and heels slung over his computer chair and froze.
What if?
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Ryan first touches the clothes. Then a montage of him slowly beginning to dress.
What if?
He had to admit he’d felt great these past two days.
He was happy.
He was content.
Maybe…just for a little bit, Ryan thought. Just to see…
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We see Ryan in full dress.
...if this is who I am going to become.
