You were a grown woman, living in your home with Connie. Connie was your hormone monstress, and she called herself your roommate. She even used your hairbrush, ate your food, and slept in your bed at some times.

Today, you woke up to Connie sitting on the edge of your bed and eating chips. She was watching TV and humming along with the theme song.

Connie looked over her shoulder at you and put the bag of chips down, crawling over to you and giggling. "Good morning, ravioli!"