"Oh my God, Mom!?" you screeched, gazing at the feint reflection in a nearby window, seeing that instead of your very familiar 19 year old body that you'd spent all your life getting used to, you were somehow staring back at the image of your own mother, your own mother if she had been 20 years younger! Still reeling from the shock of the reflection, you looked down over your body, examining it to see if you were somehow hallucinating, discovering much to your horror that you weren't. Your arms were slender and smooth, your hands delicate and feminine with long red painted fingernails, you could see and feel long brown hair cascading down your shoulders, as well as two large prominent mounds sticking out from your chest, blocking the view of your feet.
"Oh shit! This is some kind of dream!" you told yourself, falling backwards onto the floor, the shock being too much for you to take.
"Miss, are you okay?" you heard a voice ask, as you saw a man quickly approach you, seemingly rather concerned, but not half as concerned as you yourself felt; somehow finding yourself in the body of your own mother 20 years in the past.
"Whu-what's going on?" you asked him, feeling very feint, your body having turned to jelly underneath the light blue flowery dress you now appeared to be wearing, as he lifted you up off the floor.
"You just had a little fall, that's all," he told you, leading you over to one of the hospital benches nearby. "Are you feeling okay? What's your name?"
Focusing properly on his face in an effort to stop yourself from passing out right there in terror, you saw that he was a doctor, and he began examining both of your eye, laying his hand on your brow to make sure you were alright. Clearly you were not alright though, you were absolutely petrified, with no idea how or why this had happened, half believing you were just dreaming, the other half knowing that this was actually happening.
"Miss? Can you tell me your name?" he asked again, waiting for a response.
You weren't sure what to tell him, obviously he wouldn't believe you if you said your name was Henry and you were from the future, seeing as you were now in the body of a 20 year old woman, and would probably have you locked up. Instead you just quietly stared down at your mother's left hand, noticing the absence of any sort of wedding ring and figuring this must be before she'd married your father, nervously muttering out, "Sarah...Sarah Mittle," figuring it best, until you figured out what had happened or how to turn back.
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