"Marky, sweetie! It's nap time!" Your Mom called out, entering the shed and peering about. She noticed the shiney weird pods that she hadn't seen before, and peered inside the already open one.
"Marky, stop playing with Mommy and come out of there" Her hand slipped over a red button on the wall and the pod door shut, hitting her on the butt and knocking her inside. A bright flash happened and the pods reopened. Marky got out of his pod and noticed that the room seemed smaller the before. He looked down and saw his Mom's torso, where he regularly get's his meals. He tried to bend down to get some, but to no avail.
"That sucks." she says, and then was surprised by the voice that came out. "I... can talk? I know what talking is? I know what alot of things are now! Haha! I'm smart! Yes!" he contemplated for a moment, proud of knowing what contemplate means. "So this means I must have magically turned into Mommy. Mommy must be me." he turned to the other pod where his old body was talking baby babel and looking indignant. "Don't worry Mommy. I'll find the sorcerer who did this to you." he says, picking her up and carrying her back to the house.
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