You yelped as you realized your mother was awake and looking down at your legs.
"Are those my feet?"
Though she sounded rather calm for someone whose feet had been stolen. You quickly tried to stammer an excuse.
"M-Mom, this isn't what--"
"They are," she observed as she wiggled the toes connected to your body. "And I can control them. John, how did you do this?"
There was no explaining your way out of this when. With a heavy sigh, you came clean and explained everything the voice had told you seconds ago. Your mother sat them, absorbing it, nodding along when it was appropriate.
"So, the first thing you do with this power is try to become me?"
"Y-Yeah, it seemed like a good idea at the time..."
"Interesting," she began to wiggle the toes on your body some more. "I wonder if...Ah hah!"
You watched as you no longer had control over your own feet on your mother's body, it was like you were numb from the ankles down. Your mother could now completely control both pairs of feet, at different times you noticed.
"How did you do that?" you wondered aloud.
"That's a secret," your mother winked. "So, you want to try being me for a day?"
"N-Not if I can't control it."
"Well, tell you what. If you start putting on some more of my clothes, I can show you how to do it."
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