Robert parked the car in the driveway. Looking at the two cars sitting in front of his car, Robert’s stomach dropped. Nervously looking over to Greta, he saw concern plastered all over her face.
Sighing, Robert said, “I guess this it. We can’t stay out in the car all night. I just hope mom and dad don’t freak out too badly over this.”
“I’m not handling this, this whole thing very well Robert. I’m sitting here with your body below my neck. What are we going to do!? Mom and Dad are going to kick us out of the house as Freaks! We’ll be homeless and have to live on the streets,” said Greta in a near panic.
“It’s Okay Greta. We’ll be fine. I swear it. I’ll make sure everything will be alright. But first we have to go inside and get our bearings. Try to figure out our next move if it comes to that, but I don’t think it will,’ said Robert, opening the car door. ‘Are you coming?”
Taking a moment to look at Robert, eyeing him up and down, an uneasy feeling overcame Greta. That was her body Robert was attached to. Her clothes, her breasts, her female parts. Not Robert’s. Yet, his head was sitting a-top of her shoulders. He controlled her hands, her feet, her body. And it looked like Her body would now be attached to him forever. Looking down at Robert’s body, her body now, and realized she may be attached to it for the rest of her life too. Looking back up at Robert, Greta realized he was in the same boat she was. They would have to get through this together. That idea made her smile, it was nice to have someone there to support her and know exactly what she was going through.
With a smile, Greta said, “Let’s go inside and get this over with.”
Both getting out of the car, they got their gear from the back and walked into the house.
“Mom? Dad? Are you two home?” called out Robert from the Foyer, slamming the door behind him. Throwing his gym bag to the floor, Greta placing hers next to Robert’s.
“I’m in the kitchen sweetie. Your dad is working late today. The closing Manager at the Hardware store called out sick so he has to do a double shift today. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes.”
Walking into the kitchen, dreading his mom’s reaction when she saw him, Robert asked, “What’s for dinner?”
Turning to him, she said, “We’re having meatloaf, green beans, and corn. I really like that top Robert. It fits you so well. You should wear it more often. Oh, look, your nail polish is chipping off of your finger nails. Maybe after dinner I can do your nails. Have some mother and son time together. It will give them time to dry before bed and have a fresh coat on for school tomorrow.”
Confused and shocked at his mother’s reaction, Robert could only say, “Uh, um. Sure mom, that’ sounds good.”
He walked out of the kitchen. Not knowing how to react to the fact that his mother talked to him as if him having his sister’s body was nothing out of the ordinary. Waiting for him at the front door, Greta heard the entire conversation. Her mouth agape.
“I guess we have our answer Greta. I guess reality changed to suite or new…life,’ said Robert somberly. ‘I’m, I’m just going to go to my room until dinner. I just need some time alone to process all that has happened in the past couple of hours. Are you going to be fine?”
“Yes, um, yeah. I mean, sure I’ll be fine,’ mumbled Greta. ‘I guess I’ll just go upstairs to my room too. A lot has happened today. I guess I can take time to just process things too.”
They both headed up the stairs to their respected rooms.
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