Swaggering out of the Mercedes after work with a confident smile was Brent Andrews a big man in every way, he’s tall, ruggedly handsome, powerfully built, his salt and pepper hair combed in a professional fashion, VP of the sales division and was originally your mother Barbara before a magic family heirloom granted her wish to have the promotion she was previously passed at her job. Apparently she had to be a man for the job and reality changed with her to fit the new role and life he now lives. Seeing you as he enters the house his stride turns more casual as his smile turns more gentle as he approaches warmly then speaks in a deep voice with that new southern drawl that’s still hard to get used to coming from her now him.

“Well, well, look who’s home! You wouldn’t believe the kinda day I had... gettin' used to all this~, I mean. Feels like I’m wearin' someone else’s shoes! Haha~ Anyway, how was your day? You doin' alright, or should I get ya somethin’ to eat?”