The door to the cop car slammed shut. “We really messed up this time dude,” Taylor said to his friend Dylan. The troubled teens had a multiple warnings with the cops in the city where they lived, so decided to take their shoplifting operation to the rich side of town known as the The Highlands . “Fuck dude we should’ve just went to class, I’m sick of doing this shit.” Dylan yelled at Taylor as the police car pulled into the station. “Relax dude,” whispered Taylor, “What are they going to do to us? We were just shoplifting.” Dylan sighed, “I don’t know man, this town is so weird, and these cops are kind of creepy.”

“So here’s the situation boy’s, you could either take this 1 month sentence in the juvenile facility or enter our rigorous correctional program.” The correctional officer yelled at the boys across the table. Taylor, who was naturally lazy, opted for the sentence as he wanted to avoid anything “rigorous”. Dylan on the other hand, liked the sound of a fresh start, and maybe he could learn a thing or two from the correctional program. As the best friends parted ways Taylor looked at his friend, “Don’t let them change you too much,” He laughed, knowing some correctional program wouldn’t even phase Dylan.

1 month later, Taylor found himself standing outside the Highlands juvenile facility. He wanted to talk to Dylan as soon as possible to begin planning their next shoplifting spree. The pair had written to each other the first week of their sentences, so Taylor typed in the address into his phone and started walking. As he got closer and closer, it didn’t look like he was close to a correctional facility at all but rather in the middle of perfect middle class looking neighborhood. As his phone told him he arrived at the location he looked up to see a cute family house sitting in front of him.

“Weird place for a correctional facility” he thought as he knocked on the door. The door opened slowly revealing a beautiful blonde middle aged woman holding a martini glass. She was wearing a pair of tan pumps to go with her tube top. Her booty was brilliantly shown off in a pair of tight white stretch pants. Her face was dolled up perfectly, it looked like it would take her over a hour to do her makeup in the morning.

“Uhh um is a kid named Dylan here by chance?” Taylor stumbled over his words. “Ohmygod! Taylor?!? Why are you here?” “How do you know me?” Taylor asked confused. “It’s me Dylan, well it’s actually Debbie now, but that’s totally a long story.” She giggled. Taylor’s jaw dropped, “wha...how..whatttt?!?!” He managed to squeak out while looking at the beautiful woman in front of him that used to be his sloppy friend. “The correctional program is like totally not what I thought! All my officers were the nicest ladies! And they showed me what to do to live the best life! They recommended surgeries and beauty tips! And here I am!” Taylor’s jaw dropped. “And as you can see it worked!” She held out her finger showing a massive engagement ring. “Totally don’t tell anyone this either because I haven’t told even told my girlfriends, but I may or may not be expecting too!” She squealed excitingly in her high voice. “Alright this has to be a prank right?!?” cried Taylor desperately. Debbie giggled, “No hun I’m afraid not, but good luck with your life back in the city, I hope joovie really helped you” she said while giving him a motherly hug. “Well I got to get back to my soaps. Keep in touch kay?” She said shutting the door. Taylor stood in disbelief as he couldn’t comprehend what he just witnessed,