Hillbilly legends (Patreon)

Gregory Hartwell and Vincent Moore, two corrupt politicians, were forced to visit the old mansion, their disdain for its antiquated presence clear in their sharp, dismissive tones. They were only there because of their constituents, who were against the demolition of the historic building.

"This relic is an eyesore," Gregory declared, disdain coloring his voice. "Imagine a sleek shopping center here, a symbol of progress, instead of these hillbilly legends."

Vincent, scanning the decrepit walls, nodded in agreement. "It's time to bring this town into the 21st century. Out with the old, in with the new."

Their footsteps echoed in the silent corridors, leading them to a room where an ancient mirror stood, its surface strangely alluring despite the layers of dust. "Once we demolish this place, we'll be remembered as visionaries," Gregory mused with a smirk, peering into the mirror.

But the mansion had a different plan. As they admired their reflections, the mirror glowed ominously. In place of the confident men stood in the reflection of two young women, Grace and Vanessa, complete opposites of their former selves.

Grace, looking around in confusion, drawled in a thick country accent, "What in the Sam Hill happened here? And who're you, darlin'?"

Vanessa, equally perplexed, replied, "I dunno, sugar. But where'd them fancy men wander off to?"

They scrutinized each other, their new hillbilly accents foreign to their ears. Grace's eyes narrowed, "You sound like one of them country bumpkins I can't stand."

"You're one to talk, soundin' like you just jumped off a hay wagon," Vanessa retorted, equally puzzled.

As they bickered, the realization dawned on them. Grace's hand flew to her mouth, "Oh, my stars, it's us! We're them girls. But I'm tryna say I'm Gregor—uh, Grace."

Vanessa's eyes widened, "Shoot, you're right! I was tryin' to say I'm Vincen—Vanessa, that is."

Attempting to regain their composure, Gregory, now Grace, tried to suggest seeking help. “We need to holler at our... uh, husbands to fix this hullabaloo,” she found herself saying, although she wanted to say that they needed to call their influential lawyers.

Vanessa, equally outraged by the situation, added, “Yeah, and we can’t be late for our shift at the diner.”, although she wanted to say that they still had to have a meeting with voters today.

"Why on earth can't I talk straight? All this nonsense 'bout husbands and diners!" Grace cried out, her frustration mounting.

"This ain't right! We're... we're supposed to be... waitresses? No, no!" Vanessa exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief.