This choice: You awake to find your mother at your bedside. • Go Back...Chapter #11You awake to find your mother at your bedside. by: Wassel   When you awoke again, you were greeted by an even stranger sight then the one staring out at you from the mirror. You were greeted by none other than yourself. Your own face, smiling down at you from beside your bed. Looking rather relieved to see that you were alright... Only it wasn't you. You knew fine well that it was impossible. Quickly realizing in fact that it was your mother. You were now inside her body and she was in yours. Finding it incredibly disconcerting to see your former self moving completely independently. As if you were watching a recording or something. Only this recording was live!
Though obviously still in shock herself, and clearly not entirely comfortable in your teenage body (constantly trying to brush away locks of hair that were no longer there, as well as fidgeting somewhat on her seat), your mother had clearly been awake much longer than you had, so was a little more composed. Doing her best to assure you that as crazy as this whole thing was, that somehow you'd manage to get through it. Reminding you, just as the doctors themselves had said, that at least you were both still alive. "That's the most important thing after all."
"But... But how are we supposed to live like this?" you asked her, after getting all the preliminary chat out of the way. Choking slightly as you heard her now much clearer voice once again leaving your throat. "What about school, and Randall, and Allison...?" The latter being your girlfriend. ...Or at least the girl you'd been hoping to make your girlfriend. Having been chasing after her for months. Fat chance of that now though. Not only being a 41 year old woman, but your own mother too. Doubting very much that she'd swing that way.
"Well, that's something else we need to talk about I'm afraid," she told you. "Obviously a lot of things will have to change now. I'll have to go to school as you and you'll have to stay at home and take care of the house. Which means that as far as Randall and... and Allison, is it?" Having never actually informed your mother before about your crush. "They'll naturally just take it on face value that I'm now you. Just the same as my friends will think that you're me. Nobody else knows about brain transplants after all. To everyone else things will appear entirely normal."
Normal? you thought. This being the furthest thing from normal you could get. The very idea that you were actually inside your mother's body being too uncomfortable for words. Having no clue how you were supposed to just pretend to be her. Not really wanting to either.
Your mom seemed to have an answer for this too. Dr. Saunders having apparently informed her that, due to the fact that each of you now had a much higher percentage of the other's brain, theoretically you should be able to access her subconscious mind and her yours. Not to mention pick things up quickly due to muscle memory etc. Which would make passing as one another that much easier. Seeing how, on a technical level at least, you really were only about 2% yourself. It just happened to be the most important 2% that made up who you were; Tim Connors, 16 year old high school junior and video game fanatic. Not Jennifer Connors, 41 year old housewife and mother. Even though physically, that was very much who you were.
"Oh well, whoop-dee-doo!" you sarcastically groaned in response to this. "So I should have no problem doing all the housework and cooking dinner while you get to hang around with MY friends and live out My life! How is that fucking fair?" Not really seeing how this was any consolation.
As expected, your mother immediately chastised you for this "Tim, language!" Having never been a fan of bad language. Which again, was a rather odd sight to witness yourself doing.
"Sorry..." you grumbled. Aware of course that none of this was her fault. You really shouldn't be getting mad.
Your mom telling you then as she placed one of your own hands on top of your shoulder, "I know it doesn't seem fair, Tim, and believe you me, it isn't. You think I want to be my teenage son? You think I want to repeat the 11th grade? No, of course I don't. I've lost my life too. But unfortunately there is nothing we can do about it. This is the hand we've been dealt and so we're both just going to have to be strong and try our best to get on with it. Understand?"
You did, though that didn't exactly make you any happier about it. Reluctantly nodding, "I guess."
After all, what other choice did you have? It was either this or be treated like a freak for the rest of your life. And you already felt enough like one as it was. Besides, the doctors had apparently promised financial compensation to help you both adjust, so there was that too. And if I'm Mom now, that means technically I own the car. Having been desperate to ride something that wasn't a bike (even if it was a minivan). That being kind of cool.
"Good," she smiled. Glad that you had accepted this for now at least. Informing you then that you should be fit and well enough to head home in a couple of hours, according to the doctors. Your mom seeming especially glad of this. Due to the fact that Rebecca and Randall had apparently already been informed that you were both alright and were just being kept in a little longer for observation. Therefore, the longer you were in here the more suspicious it would seem.
"Then, once we get home," she said, "we can start figuring out how exactly this is all going to work. Me being you and vice versa." Imagining that this was going to be one hell of an adjustment, for both of you.
Despite living in the same house, just the two of you, for the last eight years, you and your mom weren't really all that heavily involved in each others lives. There being a few things in particular that you'd really rather she didn't find out about too, what with you being like any normal, horny teenage boy. Your internet browsing history for one. Not to mention the many conversations that you and Randall had about all kinds of messed up shit when she was out of earshot. This thought alone, that she would now have full access to your private life and yours hers, again making you cringe. This is so fucked up!
And with that she left you. Telling you to get some rest while the drugs wore off. Still feeling pretty numb. Which you supposed, in a way, was actually a good thing. Disconnecting you from what now lay beneath your bedsheets. Still feeling incredibly uneasy about what exactly was down there. What parts. The thought of that being much too creepy for words.
Trying not to dwell on any of this, you instead took your mother's advice and had a little snooze. Being awoken a couple of hours later by the two doctors, come to carry out a few final tests before they gave you the all clear. Simple things, such as word puzzles and games that would test out your "cognitive reasoning functions", as Dr. Kerry had put it. Also being asked a few questions that you honestly had no idea how to answers. Questions pertaining to your mother's life. Such as what was her first pet? What was her pass code at the gym? What was the correct temperature to roast a chicken at and for how long? That sort of thing.
"I have no freaking clue," you told them after about the twentieth of these. Growing more than a little frustrated.
Dr. Saunders assuring you however that, "It's alright, Tim. We don't expect you to know the answers right away, but they should come to you given enough concentration. Your mother was able to recite your entire school time table from last year without so much as a prompt after all. So the information is in there, you just need to seek it out."
You weren't entirely sure you wanted to seek it out truth be told. Not liking the idea one bit of delving into your mother's brain, nor her yours. Again thinking of all the stuff you really didn't want her to know.
Although, to be honest, you were actually kind of glad of the doctors distraction. Feeling rather disheartened as you watched them leave. Due to the fact that over the last hour or so, the numbness you'd felt in your body had gradually started to ware off and you were beginning to notice various alien sensations in your new form. Such as they way your mother's much longer hair now tickled at your neck and shoulder. The heavy weights sitting on top of your chest. The sort of cushiony softness of your much larger backside. Not to mention a very noticeable absence between your legs. This, out of everything, freaking you out the most. Aware of course that you couldn't very well just lay there forever, pretending none of this was actually real. Needing to face up to what you now become, but being far too petrified to do so. Especially when your mother reappeared again, now fully dressed in what you'd been wearing before the crash and carrying a pile of her own. Presumably for you. Not liking the idea of this one bit... of actually wearing woman's clothes. Immediately recoiling at the suggestion.
"I know, I know. It's embarrassing and it doesn't seem right," she said. Predicting your words. "But unfortunately wearing my clothes... having my body is just something you're going to have to get used to. You can't very well wear your own stuff anymore. Not with my figure."
No, sadly you couldn't. What with your mom being much shorter and way curvier than you were. Knowing full well you'd look completely ridiculous.
"Now come on. You can't lay there all day," she told you. "You've got to get up and dressed if we're ever going to get out of here." Asking then, "Do you want me to help you?"
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