This choice: You spot someone strangely familiar at the party. • Go Back...Chapter #9You spot someone strangely familiar at the party. by: Wassel   After meeting up with Sam the three of you hoped onto the bus. Making your way to the slightly more affluent area of town, where Bryce and a lot of the more popular crowd at school lived. Finding, once you got there, that the party was already in full swing. Hearing music blaring away before you'd even made it half way up his street. As well as swarms of people milling around like ants. Most of whom you recognized, but there was also a lot that you didn't. Bryce clearly having way more friends than you did. Seriously doubting that you'd even be able to fill a single room with people that you were friendly with, never mind a giant house like his. Being suitably impressed by its scale and how well off he clearly was. And while you remained somewhat nervous about being turned away at the door (despite Sam's presence and the alcohol you'd brought) you actually got in no problem. The senior who had answered the door ushering you directly inside without even asking who you were. Appearing pretty drunk already.
And that was that. You were in. Having somehow managed to successfully infiltrate the high school elite. All three of your faces now grinning from ear to ear as you walked into the mass of bodies that filled the entirety of the house. Spilling out of every doorway and decorating every single couch, chair and even staircase that you passed. All dancing, drinking, chatting and just generally having fun. A few even engaging in various leisure activities in the back yard. Spotting a football being thrown around. As well as one or two people throwing themselves rather enthusiastically into the pool.
Not that this was what drew the majority of your attention. No, that was reserved for the ridiculous amount of hot, sexy girls that were there. The majority of whom were dressed in a manner that put what Brandi and Lana were wearing at the mall completely to shame. At times not knowing quite where to look. There being more boobs, bellies, butts and legs jumping out at you than you'd ever seen before. Which really was amazing.
"Fuck, dude... This is awesome!" Randall beamed, once Sam had left to locate his own friends.
Wholeheartedly agreeing, "I know. This is unreal! Everyone is here!"
The two of you being at risk of simply standing there gawping like a pair of dorks, so you suggested heading to the kitchen to grab yourselves a drink. Doing exactly that then and proceeding to spend the next hour wandering around with a beer in hand. Occasionally chatting to the few people that you actually knew well enough to talk to. But mainly you just replicated what you'd been doing earlier; Checking out girls. Including Brandi and Lana, who looked even hotter now. Lana's mass of cleavage jiggling insanely every time she moved. Causing the both of you to drool.
"You know, this is cool and all... Just standing here staring..." Randall eventually told you, once you were three beers deep and he was clearly getting a little antsy, "...but shouldn't we be like making the most of this opportunity? And by that I mean ACTUALLY talking to some girls. Making some moves on 'em and shit."
To which you replied, "After you then, dude. I don't think I'm nearly drunk enough." Worrying that you'd make a complete fool of yourself if you tried.
Which you assumed Randall was too and was simply posturing. Hence why you were surprised when he answered, "Alright. I think I will." Placing his empty beer bottle down and taking a look around the room. Asking, "Lisa just went out back, right?"
Lisa also being a cheerleader. One that was definitely out of your best friend's league.
"No way! You're... You're not seriously gonna go talk to her are you?" Figuring that he'd have to be insane to do so. Or that he'd somehow ended up WAY drunker than you were.
He shot you a sly little smile however. Winking as he said, "Wish me luck." Before marching off after her. Cringing to yourself as you watched, Oh God. This is gonna be painful. Praying that he was just joking and was in fact heading to the toilet instead.
Either way, you couldn't just stand here and wait to find out. Heading after him then to make sure he didn't embarrass the hell out of himself. And possibly get a slap for good measure. Randall hardly being a smooth talker at the best of times. Shimmying your way through the crowd and attempting to follow his curly mop of red hair. Which, given his tall stature, was quite visible, even from afar. Almost making it to him before he'd made it outside... when you suddenly spotted something that distracted you. Or rather someone.
What the...?! Who is... Who the heck is that?
Pausing as you looked through a nearby doorway and saw three girls chatting. Two of whom you recognized as Gretchen Collins and Ashley Burtch. But the third... The third left you feeling extremely confused. Like you were seeing things, or having the weirdest case of deja vu. The girls in question looking so much like a younger version of your mother it was almost uncanny. Which was obviously what had stopped you so abruptly in your tracks. This girl possessing the exact same smile. The exact same blonde hair. The same green eyes. The same facial structure. Only hers was much more youthful looking. Without the wrinkles or age lines that came with being over 40 years old. Replaced instead by makeup. Much more than you'd ever seen your mother wear. And in a much trendier style as well. Which was also the case with her clothing. Which consisted of a tight blue crop top and short white skirt. There being nothing in the least bit motherly about that. Nor about her much, much slimmer form. Having only a little thickness to her, which was mainly located up top. This girl being stacked! Right up there with Lana Hendricks.
And yet... Despite this... Despite how she was dressed and how young she appeared... The similarity was still astounding. Very much bringing to mind old photos you'd seen of your mom when she was your age. Albeit nowhere near as well endowed. It instead being as if someone had taken her as she looked now and de-aged her by a good twenty-plus years. What with her being pretty chesty as it was (not that you really paid much attention to this fact).
Telling yourself, as you stared at her in awe, I must be tripping. There's... There's no way that can be... I mean it's... It's impossible! Those three beers having clearly had the same effect on you that they had on Randall.
At which point this teenage doppelgänger of your mother suddenly turned and noticed you staring. Her eyes locking onto yours and her face shifting to what looked like panic. Which was a much different reaction to the ones you usually received from pretty girls.
Instinctively pulling your gaze away, you began to panic yourself. Shit! Especially when you realized that not only had she caught you gawping at her, she appeared to be coming over. Excusing herself from her two friends and heading in your direction. Moving with both speed and purpose.
Oh God, she's coming here. She's coming here and she still looks exactly like Mom! Having zero clue how to process either of these things. Nor having the time.
As, less than twenty seconds after the two of you had made eye contact, she was now in front of you. Big, bouncing boobs and all. Telling you in a voice that also sounded eerily familiar, "Okay... Whatever you do, don't freak out. Don't freak out and make a scene. I know this is confusing but... But we really need to talk." There being a real urgency in her tone.
Being grabbed by the arm then and pulled to the side. Out into a nearby corridor that was slightly less populated than the room you'd just been in. Shuffling you both right into a corner.
An act which, along with hearing her voice and seeing her face up close, led you to the absolutely bat-shit-insane conclusion that, Holy shit... It IS her, isn't it? That's my freaking mom! Her eyes being the dead give away. There being a softness there that was impossible to mistake. That even her plumped up lashes and glittery eyeshadow couldn't disguise. Which, contrary to what she'd just told you, did indeed freak you out. The realization that your 41 year old mother was now a teenage girl.
"So, yes... It is me; Your mom," she flat out told you, now that you were out of earshot of anyone else. Though still being sure to keep her voice down. "And no, I'm not an alien or anything like that. I'm still just me. As I've always been. Only now... Now I'm a little younger." The craziness of this fact, judging from her own somewhat bemused expression, not being lost on her at all.
This more than obvious statement causing you to blurt out, "Younger?! Buh... But HOW?" Practically yelling this last part.
Your teenage mother placing her hand upon your mouth. Looking over her shoulder as she did. "Shh. Sweetheart, please. Keep your voice down. I don't want everyone at this party hearing."
Lowering your voice as she removed her fingers. Questioning, "How is this even possible?!" Because it really shouldn't be. No anti-aging creams or even plastic surgery being anywhere near this good. Not to mention that it had been less than two hours since you'd last seen her.
Her answer to which was, "It's kind of difficult to explain. And to be honest, I'm not even sure I fully understand it myself. But I think it has something to do with the accident."
"The accident?" This immediately setting your mind racing. Recalling not just that, but the aftermath and the secret procedure that the two doctors had told you about. The one that she (as far as you were aware) still had no idea about.
"Yeah," she nodded. "At least that's the only explanation I can come up with. Because it was about a week after that this first happened. That I first changed." Indicating that whatever this was, it wasn't just a one off incident. She'd obviously been changing back and forth for a while now, right beneath your nose.
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