From Miss to Miss's

Miss Yabawa woke up in her room, the memories of the previous night still fresh in her mind. She stretched, feeling the softness of her bed and the comfort of her pajamas. After changing into a cozy outfit, she headed to the kitchen to make some tea and toast.

As she waited for the toast to pop up, she smiled to herself. "Life is good in pajamas or in the red dress, hmm... Miss Red Dress?" She chuckled, remembering the previous night's events.

She stood up and started dancing in the kitchen, her movements carefree and joyful. The toast popped up, and she laughed, feeling a sense of freedom and happiness.

Nine months went by, and Miss Yabawa's life had changed dramatically. She walked into a showroom, her red dress and confident stride commanding attention. The manager approached her, and she cut him off mid-sentence.

"What the hell did you say? You think I'm poor?" she asked, her voice firm.

The manager bowed down, apologetic. "No, mam! This is certainly not what I meant, I just..."

Miss Yabawa raised her hand, silencing him. "Show me the newest and finest model... Ummm... version of a Lambo."

The manager nodded, eager to please. "Sure, mam!"

Miss Yabawa drove out of the showroom in her new red Lamborghini, the wind blowing through her hair. She stopped at a restaurant, ordering pizza through the drive-through. As she drove home, she felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment.

Back in her bedroom, she enjoyed her pizza, savoring the flavors. "Ha! The pizza is awesome... Yummy..."

Just then, a man emerged from the bathroom. "So are you...!" he said, smiling.

Miss Yabawa looked at him, her expression playful. "So, where have you been?"

"Buying myself some food, honey," he replied.

Miss Yabawa raised an eyebrow. "Huh? For sure... so... I just need to get some rest, it was a hard day... there were like a thousand patients waiting for me... it's hard for me to make them understand that I have a beautiful wife now to take care of."

The man closed his eyes, turning to his right. Miss Yabawa smiled, enjoying her pizza. "Hmmm... what work do you do all day, stupid? I'm a woman who's actually busy and thus earns more than you."

She got up, empty pizza box in hand, and walked to the kitchen, smiling to herself. The man remained in bed, his eyes still closed, a look of contentment on his face.