Wichita reluctantly goes along with her younger sister Kaitlyn (Little Rock) and new stepmom Racheal for some bonding time at an all female resort and therapy retreat. But these women seem awfully friendly with each other. Please review!

A young, rebellious college student that looked like she had been partying all night, threw a duffle bag on the ground as she sifted through the rest of her stuff crammed in the back of her step mother's red minivan. She groaned loud enough for everyone to hear. She had this permanent bitch face. 22 and she still dressed the way she did back in high school when she had a band. All punk of course, her dyed, dark red hair all wavy, thick mascara, her tight black jeans complete with chains, those spiky bracelets and military black boots, that purple shirt with a skull that was fading; she couldn't really let go of the past.

"Careful with those bags, Wichita," said her new mom, Rachel; with her looks she could almost be mistaken for her real mom...well except for certain assets. If anything her younger sister shared close to the same body. Kaitlyn was the opposite of her older sister. She had blonde hair, began developing at a young age and for the most part did better in school than Wichita. Her 'assets' proved to be on par with Rachel, not exactly showing them off but you could tell she was busy babe.

"Jeez, we're only here for ten days, how much stuff did you two bring?" Wichita whined.

"Just the essentials," Kaitlyn joked.

"You can never be too prepared," Rachel said seriously.

"Prepared for what, the apocalypse?"

Three women walled by them, the oldest being the mom held onto both daughters, tightly glued to her sides. They all looked so unbareably happy or at least to Wichita. The mom, this tall perfect blonde and her daughters, the youngest looking about Kaitlyn's age with blonde hair and the oldest daughter a sassy looking brunette.

"Oh girls, let's never fight again," said the mother.

"I can't even remember why we ever did," said the oldest daughter. The whole thing seemed staged, like phony acting you'd see on a paid advertisement late at night to sell some miracle product. The women got into their big SUV and drove away.

"Hi there!" Wichita, Kaitlyn and Rachel jumped. As if on cue a nice looking man in a Polo shirt greeted them, seemingly having sneaked up behind them when they weren't looking.

"Uh, hi we're the Bakers'." Rachel shook the man's hand.

"Great to finally meet you." He smiled, showing his bleached white teeth. Wichita could see hair plugs. "I will get someone to help take your bags to your room." As they followed him into the resort he asked a very odd question to their mother. "Are you their biological mother?"

Rachel didn't hesitate to answer, "No. I'm the stepmom," she laughed a little. Wichita rolled her eyes.

"Interesting. I'm a step parent myself so I understand the struggle," he didn't really whisper this but lowered his voice enough for only him, Rachel and Wichita to hear.

Leading them into the resort they saw dozens of mothers and daughters, all mysteriously over the age of 18.

"I thought this was supposed to be an all women resort," Kaitlyn said, noticing some male staff members.

"All women guests," a cheerful woman's voice rang. Again startled the three turned to the receptionist sitting at her high desk.

"Oh," Kaitlyn realized.

"Bakers?" All of them nodded. "Here is your key, Mrs. Baker."

Rachel signed in and took the card key, "Thank you," the receptionist had this weird look in her eye that gave the redhead this sinking feeling.

Polo shirt guy led them upstairs to their room. "Of course we hope that you enjoy your stay here at Chateau Strangeo."

They stood there and gazed at the size and decor of their room. The sisters had it all to themselves while Rachel had her own suite next door. "How are you affording all of this?" Wichita turned to her in shock.

"Never you mind, Wichita," she said in her 'Mom Voice', "Now, I'm going next door. Get ready because we're supposed to be meeting with the doctor at 3."

Wichita couldn't believe she was talked into this. She rolled her eyes at her sister as she unpacked a bathing suit and everything else needed if this was an actual vacation.

"Why are we here? How did she talk us into this?" she paced around the room.

"What's the big deal? Free vacation and Dad said he'd get you a new car."

Wichita looked out the window, disgusted by the happy mothers and daughters walking around the premises doing everything from volleyball to water sports. There was something off putting about the whole thing, those women seemed way too handsy for her liking. It made her cringe.

"Yeah...but the fact we're here with her."

"Why do you hate her?"

"Why are you two best friends? Because you're both bra busters?"

Kaitlyn just frowned, "She's my mom."

"No she's not! Our mother was Sharon Baker! That woman is just some tramp Dad found on some shitty dating app!"

"Don't you want Dad to be happy? She's honestly not that bad if you get to know her."

"You are such a little traitor! We were supposed to go all Parent Trap on her but then she invites you to be one of her bridesmaids."

Kaitlyn and Wichita used to be so close but ever since she left the house she changed, acting not at all like her nicer self, now she was always acting mean and bitter like a brat.

Racheal cleared her throat, scaring both girls; the never even heard her enter. She just stood there a few feet away, scowling. You could hear a pin drop going by just how silent everyone was. "Are you both ready?"

They both started to leave the room but Racheal stopped Wichita. "You go on ahead," she told Kaitlyn, "I'm just going to have a word with your sister."

"Ok. Are we going to the pool later?" she asked innocently.

"We'll see," Racheal smiled. Once she was out of sight, Racheal changed her tone, "I need you on your best behavior."

Wichita rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

"I'm serious, young lady. I know Kaitlyn looks up to you."

"Oh, she does not," Wichita scoffs.

"She did. Before you started hanging out with a bunch of delinquents. Punctual, straight A student. You volunteered after school. What happened?"

Wichita looked away, she didn't want to continue this, "Are we done?"

Racheal had much more to say but they couldn't waste any more time, "Fine."

They went to the office of Dr. Klein. Klein was just finishing with a mother and daughter, they exited with these almost plastic like smiles, only Wichita seemed to think this was creepy.

None of them would have guessed that Dr. Klein was a beautiful woman, maybe in her late 40's but looked great for her age. "Yes. Come in. Come in. You can sit there and your daughters may sit there and there." Racheal sat in the middle chair while Wichita and Kaitlyn sat down on either side of her. "Good to finally meet you three. I have been reviewing your file. I can tell there has been some tension just by looking at you."

Wichita couldn't take her seriously with that short black skirt, white lab coat that had so much of her cleavage showing and the ridiculously feathered blonde hair.

"Now which one is Wichita?" She asked in a friendlier tone. Wichita rolled her eyes and raised her hand slowly. "Good! I want you to sit on your mother's lap!"

"Huh?" Racheal tilted her head.

"What?" Wichita was getting hostile enough as is she didn't put up with this type of bullshit. Kaitlyn just smiled, Wichita glared over at her, here she thought she was being subtle. Maybe this quack was going to have her pretend to be a baby or something.

"I need you two to create a bond and this is the first step. Now get up and face your mother."

"First off," Wichita began, "She's not my mother. Second. Where did you get your degree?"

"Just do what she says, Wichita," Rachel warned.

Wichita forced herself onto Racheal's lap facing her. It was equally awkward for both of them.

"That's right. Get used to the other's touch." Racheal held onto Wichita's waist while Wichita latched on to Racheal's shoulders. "Good. Now kiss."

"WHAT!?" They both turned to the crazy woman in shock.

Sorry. Cliffhanger. I know. Don't worry though, lots of juicy moments coming!