Caitlyn knew, objectively, that none of it made sense.
31-year-old women couldn’t be senior-year cheerleaders.
Lifelong brunettes don’t, suddenly, have curly blonde locks.
And she had no real desire to smoke weed in her childhood room while her parents were out of town. They had moved out of that home years ago!
But there she was, sneaking a puff and waiting for her husband, erm, crush, to come over to Netflix and chill.
And, despite it all, the whole situation made perfect sense.
“Like duh.”