"W-what the fuck!"
That would be an acceptable response to see your mother and girlfriend attached to each other from bottom down. Before either woman could open your mouth, the sight prove to be too much for you and you drop down as your eyes roll up.
"Oh great," Tracy mutters, "...How are we going to explain this?"
With tears streaming down her face, Emma gulps then in panic, she hugs Tracy close to her body in attempt to get the rest of her back inside.
"No, I'm not going to face my son like this or outside either! I'm not going back!"
Tracy grunts but isn't too worried. "Oh, give it a rest!"
Without warning, their legs split away causing Emma to stumble to the floor and Tracy to walk free now. Stretching herself, she doesn't bother with your mother as she checks up on your fallen form to make sure you're okay.
After determining that you're fine, she stares at your mother who is weeping further now on the ground, scared and despairing. Not only did she lose her chance at a new life, she would also have to feel regret over what she did to her son. Things would have been fine if she remained as Tracy, because she could forget that she was ever Emma or a mother.
Tracy sighs, then looks at her wrist where the golden bracelet was wrapped around. Her eyes widen in recognition and suddenly, things began to click in her mind.
"So that's what it was..." she mutters.
"Hey, um...Emma?"
Tracy calls out to your mother who freezes, then looks up at the girl who raises her arm to show the bracelet. Pointing at it, she opens her mouth.
"You picked this up, right?"
Rubbing her eyes, Emma knew she was in no position to argue or fight back, so she answers honestly.
"Y-yes, at the parking lot."
"Figures. I must have dropped this and then we just met. It's not a coincidence then...my grandmother was right!"
Emma is rightly confused and she was afraid to ask, but Tracy didn't need any prompting. "There's no point in keeping it a secret, but my grandmother was a practitioner of black magic. Even I never believed in some of her words, but I thought it was cool, so I talked with her a lot. This was just one of the trinkets she gave to me which allows two people to share a body."
Emma lets out a breath. Of course given she experienced it, she had no doubts about the magic and neither did Tracy.
"Why are you telling me this, Tracy?" Emma asks, carefully. She thought that the girl would be more angry at her, but it's as if all her frustration dissipated.
Tracy curls her lips for a bit before she lowers her gaze. "Look, I'm sorry about what you're having to deal with every day. I didn't realize my boyfriend was being such an asshole to his own mother."
"You..."
"To be honest," Tracy continues, not allowing Emma to speak, "...I did see some of your memories while I was trapped inside. I think maybe...we can both make the best out of this."
Emma widens her eyes, unable to believe her ears. "You mean..."
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