"Good morning, Master!"
The voice of a stranger made Momo bolt from her sleep. She sat up, looking at Sonja in horror and pointing at her.
"What in the world is that?!"
"Mornin', Momo!" Sonja said cheerfully.
"Momo, that's Sonja. Apparently, whatever happened to you has now happened to her."
Momo switched her gaze from me to Sonja, her hair standing on end. "No! It's not fair!"
"Momo, I know this is a complicated time, but please calm down. Let's all eat breakfast and figure this out."
"Yay! Food!"
Sonja jumped off the bed and began doing a strange dance. She was moving her feet around in frantic little steps, shaking her butt, and wagging her tail.
For a moment it just looked weird, then I realized that it's the same exact dance that all dogs do when they're really happy. It's pretty damn cute.
I got out of bed and got dressed, but Momo didn't move. On her face was a look of fury, sorrow, and panic. Regardless, as Sonja and I made our way to the kitchen, she inevitably followed.
For Sonja, I gave her a bowl of dry dog food mixed with milk, and for Momo, I made her scrambled eggs. I just went with cereal. As usual, Momo ate far away from Sonja, but it was funny watching them eat.
These two naked girls, both facedown with their faces buried in food bowls, kneeling in the exact same posture with their tails sprawled out behind them.
But watching them, the first obvious problem rose up: Money. I made good money at the insurance company I worked for, enough to pay the rent and keep Momo and I well fed.
Hell, I was even able to afford the dog food for Sonja. But now Sonja had become a person, meaning three adult people on one man's salary. If I pinched my pennies and cut down on expenses, I could probably stay just above breaking even.
But that left me in a precarious situation. The moment my cash outflow exceeded my inflow, the clock would start ticking, a timer to see just how long I could make my savings last, and at my age, that wasn't very much. If something happened to me or my car needed repairs, I would be up shit creek.
Then came the next problem: Sonja herself. The chances of someone discovering this ... whatever the hell it is ... had just doubled…..