You hurry into the kitchen for a snack, and bump into your mother, knocking her down. Your legs bumped into hers, and suddenly you look down. Your legs look smoother now, although a little fat, and your hips seem wider. Your mother falls back down, shrieking. Her legs are now hairy and more masculine. You reach out to pull her back up again, but look at your hands. The are dishpanned, but reveal a dainty petite-ness you'd never had before. They are you mothers.
A thought comes into your head.
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