Bill's old body looked up at him and said, “Mom? What's wrong?”
“I... er... that is... well...” stammered Bill, confused and nervous about hearing his own mother's voice come out of his lips as he talked.
Bill's old body continued to frown at him, a perplexed expression on his own face. Apparently his mom was now in his body and actually believed she was her own son!
“I'm just worried you're going to be late for school,” Bill finally told his old body. “Come along and get going... uh... young man. I don't want you to miss school.”
Bill watched as his “son” quickly gathered up his things and trudged off down the sidewalk.
“Bye mom!” called out his old body.
“Bye... erm... Bill! Have a good day... uh... sweetie!”
Bill wiped nervous sweat from his forehead. Sighing heavily, he dropped to the pavement and sat there on the sidewalk trying to collect his thoughts. He was a grown woman. He stared for a moment at the heavy, round breasts bulging out from his sweater. His entire body felt strangely proportioned and out-of-balance now.
“This is so weird,” he sighed. “I'm mom and she's me... but she thinks she really IS me. What am I supposed to do now?”
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