This choice: Get dressed and figure out what happened • Go Back...Chapter #5First thing's first, getting dressed by: Unknown "This is fucked up!" Don continues, sitting up in bed and gesticulating wildly in a way that you have never seen your stoic dad do. "I was literally just falling asleep. I didn't have any dreams, I just kind of snapped out and then, when I woke up, here I am in this bedroom I've never been to, which I guess is your parents', and then I see you here, or your mom rather, half-undressed, and it's too crazy not to be real! I mean, it feels so real."
"Yeah," you say, your voice far-off. You're now sitting with your legs off the side of the bed, one hand mindlessly rubbing the bottom of your mom's left breast, feeling the way the fabric of her bra comes into contact with the flesh. You're somewhere between feeling aroused and weirded out and deeply terrified, and it's distracted you from most of what Don is spouting off.
"I'm guessing the same thing happened to you," Don says. "You went to sleep, then you woke up, and you're your mom! Boom! Just like that. At least you're someone in your family. I wonder what happened to my old body, if your dad is in my body, or what happened to my dad. I don't know, it's just ... It's really crazy to think about, you know?"
"I'm glad that you're so excited," you find yourself saying without planning it, "but before we start figuring out what happened and what to do about it, I think I would be a lot more comfortable if you and I both get..." You hesitate on the last word. You look at him, look up and down, try to send him the signal without having to say it, but he seems lost. "...dressed," you finish. "Put some clothes on."
"Oh!" Don says, and of course, at the implication, his face goes red. He turns away. "Sorry, man. Yeah, I can't imagine how you're feeling right now..."
"It's pretty fucked up," you say, echoing Don's expression, and you can't help but laugh at it. "Yeah. I've never had to deal with being in my mom's half-naked body, wearing nothing but her underwear. I'd rather not have to look at this for too long."
Don agrees, although you catch him sneaking a peek as you turn around and head to the walk-in closet where all of your parents' clothes are. You grab some stuff that your dad usually wears, casual stuff like polo shirts and khakis, and throw it out for Don to catch. Then you close the door and think about what you should dress in. There's so much color on your mom's side of the closet, and honestly, while you know some types of clothes she wears, you don't know enough to coordinate them in a way that would seem natural. As if anything could be considered natural right now, you think with a smirk. Still, you feel compelled to wear what your mom might usually wear. You look at all the options and think: | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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