After the group of them had made it outside, Bill had once again tuned out the conversation, except for the occasional nod and the occasional laugh when he felt something was directed at him. Or her now, rather. Bill tried to calm down by breathing slowly, but every time he took a breath, he felt his new breasts jiggle up and down.
Bill looked over himself, noticing his perfectly manicured hands, a purple coat of nail polish on them, and the wide hips he noted earlier. He had to admit that he looked rahter fashionable, all things considered, as he wore a nice blouse and pants combo, with a white jacket to put it all together. He brushed his now longer hair behind his ears, and put a hand to his face. His skin felt rougher, older, with wrinkles and make-up surrounding it.
Bill just couldn't believe it. Just moments ago, he was just Bill, living what he thought was a perfectly normal reality. Now, he apparently was a woman named Willow, the twin sister to his mother Martha, if the information he had just pieced together was right. But how? Why? What could have...
That's when Bill's eyes glanced down to Martha's hand. More specifically, the green glow coming from Martha's hand. That stone! It had to be that stone! As crazy as it sounded, as crazy as it WAS, that stone wasn't there yesterday, and now that it was, things had somehow gone berserk. Whatever was happening, that stone was the key, and now Bill's goal was to get it back in his hands and figured out how it worked, to figure out how to make things normal again.
"Bye, Aunt Willow!" Other Bill suddenly shouted.
Bill had been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed that Bill, Tom, and Kimberly were now on their way to school.
"Bye Bill. Bye Kimberly. Nice to see you, Tom." Bill/Willow said. As weird as that sounded to him. He had to play along for now. He hand to make Martha comfortable enough so that that stone could end up in his hands.
As the kids left. Martha turned to her new sister, and smiled. Then she said...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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