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If Cheryl had been told that she'd end up reliving her childhood three months ago, she would have thought whoever told her was totally off their rocker.  And although that wasn't how the 2 ft. 11 in. college freshman had planned to spend her first year at UCLA, that was just how it ended up.  Cheryl had enrolled in the college with a major in Astrophysics.  The fact was, Cheryl was one of the smartest seniors at Roosevelt High School in Los Angeles.  Due to her small stature, she'd always been a bit of a loner finding it very hard to make friends.  So she spent the greatest part of her life before college with her nose in one text book or another.  This was a habbit she had no intention of breaking.  But that was before she met Brooke.
Brooke Lincoln was every bit the opposite of tiny Cheryl Landry.  Where Cheryl was a tiny blonde who might have been the spitting image of Olivia Newton John if not for her height, Brooke was a cross between Sandy Allen with the body of Arnold Schwartzenegger and the face of Kate Jackson.  The two met during the fall semester at UCLA.  Brooke's major was to be a little more on the domestic side as she wanted to be a professional nanny.  Cheryl didn't know it yet, but as a consequence of her starting the semester late, she was assigned as Brooke's roommate so the 7 ft. 7 in. brunette could use her as a study tool.  In otherwords, Cheryl had no idea that her adult life was about to end.
When Cheryl arrived at the apartment one afternoon in early August with her mother, who was also on the short side, two things told them that they may have come to the wrong apartment.  First, the place was furnished more like a nursery then a college dorm.  There was, of course, a set of adult furniture in the front room and a bed, dresser and a desk in one of the bedrooms.  In fact, it was just your average two-bedroom apartment  except one of those bedrooms became the nursery.  Cheryl and her mother noticed this and began to wonder where it was that Cheryl would sleep.  Bonnie, Cheryl's mother, was about to suggest they go see if they could find another room when they ran into two gigantic walls of flesh.
"Well!" Brooke Lincoln said to her mother as she sat down on her heels to look Cheryl in the eye.  "Looks like my roommate's finally arrived!  I was wondering when you'd get here!  And you'reven cuter then I thought you'd be!"
"Hi," Cheryl said nervously.  "I'm Cheryl Landry."
"Hi, Cheryl!" Brooke said.  "I'm Brooke, Brooke Lincoln.  And this is my mother, Nora."
"It's nice to meet you both," Bonnie Landry said.  "Although, I am rather concerned about Cheryl's sleeping arrangements."
"I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Landry," Brooke lied.  "Your daughter and I'll go over and buy her a bed just as soon as you and my mother are gone."
Of course, Bonnie had other concerns too.  But after going to see whether or not there was another room available more suited for Cheryl but finding nothing, Bonnie reluctantly decided to trust Brooke to take care of her daughter.
Bonnie Landry's head came just below Nora Lincoln's bottom.  So, she was very well aware that, like her daughter, she too would be in a rather sticky situation if she and this economy-sized Rachael Ray were to really get acquainted.  But since their daughters were going to be roommaties for the next several years, Bonnie saw no way around ending up Nora's plaything.  As they rode the Elevator down to the ground floor of the girls living quarters, Bonnie with her back to Nora, Nora began to run her fingers through Bonnie's blonde curls.
"You know, Bonnie," Nora said.  "It's very dangerous for little girls like you to be around hot curling irons.  Besides, this perm doesn't suit you.  What do you say we go fix you up to look like a normal little girl.  OK, Sweetie?"
"Look, um, Nora, is it?" Bonnie answered.  "I just celebrated my 43rd birthday.  Legally, that makes me an adult.  And as such, I have the right to choose how I wanna wear my own hair.  And I like it the way it is."
"Of course, you do, Dear," Nora said.  "Now let's go by your house long enough to drop off your car.  After word, we'll go tothe beauty shop and give you a more suitable hair style."
As soon as their mothers had gone, Brooke and Cheryl had begun unpacking Cheryl's clothes and putting them into a small dresser in the nursery.  As they worked, Cheryl still wondered where she was supposed to sleep that night.  Furthermore, she began to feel like she had to take care of some required business.
"Pardon me, Brooke," Cheryl said.  "Can you tell me where the bathroom is?"
"Certainly, Honey," Brooke said.  "But I'll have to help you.  My bathroom's a bit too big for you."

-- Edited by minigiantessfan at 18:18, 2008-11-11

-- Edited by minigiantessfan at 02:25, 2008-12-13