Okay, so she seems to think it’s normal for me to look and sound like Alexa, and it is nice to see a familiar face.

She might even know why I woke up like this, too! But…if there’s anything I remember about Riley, it’s her being a total gossip. If she blabs about this, the whole neighborhood will know me as the full-time pervert who runs around town dressed as a girl.

And then, of course, my parents would find out, and then this really would be a nightmare!

“Alexa,” she whines, “Pancakes!”

Sigh, I do remember her being a good cook, and I’m so hungry that Alexa’s stomach just might call on the energy reserves in her chest. And we certainly can’t have that…