It seems like something changed, but when you open your eyes, you don't notice anything. You look at your mon. She smiles evilly and waves at you, and you see that her hand has been replaced by yours. You gasp and look at your hands. They're much smaller, more wrinkled, and have red nail polish on them. They're your mom's.
"What the hell mom! " you yell, " why do I have your hands? "
"It's not just that she says, and you realize your shoes feel loose. You take them off and sure enough, you have your mom's feet.
"Ok, it's funny, mom, but switch them back! I don't want to have your hands and feet! "
"Sorry son, but this is permanent, " age says. You groan.
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