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Chapter #5
Next day, your mothers feet
by: Unknown
Something curious about Saturdays is that there's actually little to do if you are not studying anymore. So it was the perfect for you under your actual circumstances.
"Ok, lets check this gain." You mumbled while observing the device again. The strange gun like gadget seemed to have just a trigger button and the words "shoe transformation device" carved in its metal surface. However, after observed it closely you found a little groove in its handle. You forced it a little and managed to open it revealing a little sort of mechanical control panel.
"I thought it would be more... electronic." You thought seeing the three little knobs inside the device. "Ok. Lets see what this are for."
You force your sighed to read the little inscriptions: "Consciousness, Memories, Timer." And around the knobs there where numbers: " 1 to 17".
"Ok..." You mumbled confused, but since all the knobs where located at the same number, one, you just move them all to 7. "Lets see what I have done."
You thought about becoming your sister again, but it was really hard to overcome her maniacal love to shoes, that you better avoided the risk of getting to attached to her personality. Then you thought about your mother, after all she is a person who wears shoes without being crazy for them.
It was perfect that your mother were taking a bath just in that moment. You sneaked into her room and replaced the shoes her had already chosen with a copy of them made of yourself.
The time passed, but suddenly...
"My god!" You stated over taking your mother's body faster than Cathy's. "I'm mom and I'm late." You said sawing your wristwatch. You take your purse and left.
"I'm really late." You said driving your car. "But..." You hesitated at the first stop. "I'm not Janet, I'm Bobby..." You sentenced recovering a little of yourself. "I'm Bobby," you repeated, "and I'm seeing my besties, Karen and Melanie, at the new cafeteria." You said. "But I don't even know them... well, we were classmates at the faculty." It was harder to found Bobby at Janet, but at least you were sure about something. "Damn it! That stupid device turned my son it my shoes!"
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