You wake up pretty quickly, having experienced this before. You smile, realizing what you just likely got away with. You try to walk around but quickly find yourself thrown off. You're not used to being this short, you're not used to wearing a skirt, especially a fairly restrictive one like the denim skirt Stacy was wearing, and despite your brief stint as your mother, you're still not used to your new center of gravity. Your sister's breasts might still be developing, but it's more than nothing.
As you're acclimating, you hear shouting. Familiar shouting. You do the natural thing for Stacy to do in this situation. Mom's clearly on the warpath. Stay in your room, stay out of sight, and play innocent. That doesn't mean you don't try and listen in as 'John' gets chewed out to hell and back.
Finally, your replacement gets a word in edgewise, though you can't hear what she's saying.
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