...realizing what he was experiencing was not a dream, but more of his new reality, Blake decided to take advantage of this sudden adulthood and give something he wanted try for many years. Which is wanting to drive a car ever since his dad slowly begun showing him little things everytime they rode together. Seeing how he can fulfill this need of his and with the key fob in hand he unlocks the car door. Where he reaches for the door handle with his new manicured hand, where he wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or not, he made sure not to break Mrs. Patnode's manicured nails. Slowly he sat down in the driver seat, carefully buckling himself in.
Blake also thought to take Mrs. Patnode’s heels along with him just in case, placing them next to his new purse on the passenger seat. Where he found the seat already adjusted for his new body. However, Blake did take quite a lot of time making sure the seatbelt was resting between his breasts just right because he needed to be as comfortable as he possibly could be to try this. His eyes then wandered down to his cleavage as he adjusted the to get a better look at his red lace bra, making his lady bits twitch unexpectedly. Turning his face red in embarrassment that he just caused that before he smoothed out his skirt, noticing a smooth crotch that had an odd feeling to it. “Enough stalling!” He said to himself, "time to get home.” And with that he pushed the ignition button.
Blake wasn’t completely ignorant, nor unskilled when it came to driving. He watched his parents intently whenever they drove and he was a wiz in the driving simulation games at the arcade. His hand eye coordination was better than most kids at his age. Still, he never drove an actual car and just backing up had him nearly hit another car passing behind him. Blake buried his face in his hands for a few minutes before, again setting off to drive to his place. The car felt both sluggish and too powerful at the same time. Blake now learned to look everywhere as much as possible and found himself hitting the brakes a little too often and hard for his comfort, but he was quickly getting the hang of driving. He’d occasionally catch a glance of his own astonished face in the rear view mirror as well, noting that he still looked like himself. Before he knew it, he was home.
Unbuckling himself, Blake slowly climbed out of Mrs. patnode's car with his mind racing of the events of the last few hours. He did not look forward to all the attention he was about to get. Maybe the entire Earth was about to go to war with the aliens that did this to him. Maybe he should ...”OUCH!” He cried when he noticed he stepped on a small pebble with Mrs. Patnode's dainty foot. Which was to be expected because his currently shoeless at the moment and the very thin pantyhose did not offer enough protection to foreign objects. He quickly returned to the car and put Mrs Reed’s heels back on. Practicing a few steps until Blake felt he was on his way to mastering the odd skill. Clutching his purse, he let out a sigh, clicked over to the front door and was about to ring it when suddenly his mother opened it.
“Mrs. Patnode, what a pleasant surprise!” She said breathlessly, “Blake went off on another one of his little adventures into the woods without telling me. Would you be a dear and watch David for the next few minutes while I find Blake?" Your mom says before you can even think about saying anything and still doesn't ad she answers for you, “Thank-you-so-much. Be right back!” And with that Dianna Johnson, wearing her tan pencil skirt, black cardigan over a white turtleneck and black flats rushed to the backyard clutching her smartphone in search of Blake who was right in front of her the whole time.
Blake just stood there, too stunned, not being able to get a word out other than “B..Bu.But...I..I.I..” Now left wondering what she actually saw just then. Did she always think Mrs. Patnode had the head of a boy identical to her son? And what would she do with the alien with his body if she actually found him? More importantly, what would they do with her? Blake thought as he just stood there thinking of how strange this all is right now.
His thoughts were interrupted by his little brother Danny. “Hello Debbie’s mommy.” He said.
Blake snapped, “How many times I have tell you it’s Mrs. Patnode you little doofus!” Giving his little brother his patented angry look.
“I.. I’m sorry Deb... I mean, Mrs. Patnode and why are you talking like my brother? Mommy’s real mad at him for going into the woods without telling her and not eating breakfast again.” Danny said in his red shorts and Spider-Man T-shirt. Danny had unkempt blond hair, which contrasted with Blake's brown curly mop. Danny also sported freckles which Blake didn’t have. Making Blake think that Danny was adopted sometimes because of how different he looked and just didn’t get it sometimes. but the two liked the same things. Thought the same way so they must be brothers.
Blake sighed, “Look Danny, this is going to be hard to believe. I’m still hoping it’s a nightmare I’ll wake up from any second now, but I’m Blake, trapped on Mrs. Patnode’s body. A spaceship landed in the field behind the forest last night. They did something to me, stole my body, made me a walking head and a while ago I accidentally stole Mrs. Patnode'’s body.” Blake explained to Danny who just stared blankly at him.
Danny just listened to Blake’s tale with open-mouthed, wide-eyed astonishment before out of nowhere said, “That must have been fun!”
Now it was Blake’s turn to be astonished as Danny was young, he was going to turn six next week while they were in Disneyland. So great, Danny accepts his story, but he doesn’t grasp how important it is that Earth is being invaded by aliens. To him it was all fun and games. “Don’t you get it? There are aliens in our neighborhood and mom is out there looking for my body, which one of them has! This is serious!” Blake says grabbing Danny by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up off the floor and all he can do is just giggle.
Until he sets Danny down and being young and dumb he was still curious. “How did they switch your bodies?” He asks
Angry again, Blake decided to run with his games and tried to explain. “They stuck something like a needle in my neck, then my head grew tentacles and I simply walked off my shoulders. Later I climbed onto Mrs. Patnode’s body and made her head disappear while I took over. Look, I think we should go outside and get mom before the aliens do.”
David still found the tale too mesmerizing and had to ask a stupid question, “Do you think the aliens will let me be a grownup too if we ask?”
Blake’s anger boiled over, ”This isn’t some game you little twerp! Aliens are messing with us!" Making him want to grab his brother and knock some sense into him, but instead his head detached from Mrs. Patnode’s body, climbed onto Danny’s head where he stopped, looked at one of his tentacles, and jabbed it into his brother’s neck. “Wh... what did I just do?” He asked himself.
Danny, who gained a blank expression on his face as soon as Blake detached himself, became lucid again a few seconds later. “Blake! You’re nothing but a walking head!" He said, while then being distracted by Mrs. Patnode's head is coming back up from her neck.
“Great! Mrs. Patnode is coming back and I’m still missing my own body.” Billy said nervously while the head on Mrs. Patnode's neck once again looked like...Blake.
“What just happened? Why are there now two of me? I thought I just left Mrs. Patnode’s body.” The other Blake/Mrs. Patnode said clicking over to the mirror to confirm that he is Blake on Mrs. Patnode's body.
“You don’t think you’re Mrs. Patnode?” Blake asked his copy.
“No, I just have her body and I’m still me, Blake.” Blake's copy answers.
“Oh that looks like fun!” Danny said suddenly, and to both Blake's surprise, Danny climbed off his shoulders onto Blake's copies head where his tentacles worked their way around his neck, once again pushing a head down into Mrs. Patnode's body while Danny assumed control of the body. “Look Blake, I’m a grownup now too!” As he groped and alternately stared at his reflection in the hall mirror assuming awkward poses.
Blake was initially too astonished to move, but then he noticed his brother’s headless body gently swaying there and thought it was better than nothing. “Listen you little dork.” He said after taking control of David’s body, “You’re not helping! Now we’re going to have to..." just as the front door opened letting in their mother.
“Thank you Mrs. Patnode. I hope he hasn’t been too much trouble.” She said looking at Blake.
“Um, mom, you still think that’s Mrs. Patnode over there?” Blake asked his mother.
“Now what kind of a silly question is that Danny?” She said glancing at Blake, “Now go to your room while we try to contact some more people to look for your irresponsible brother.” To which Danny laughed and...once again to Blake's astonishment, detached his head from Mrs. Patnode’s body only to climb onto his mother’s head and like when Blake detached from Mrs. Patnode's body, she froze in place as Danny did the same. With in a few moments Danny was laughing atop his mother’s body, joined moments later by Mrs. Patnode's body, which was now sporting a copy of Danny’s head. This day just kept getting crazier.
Before Blake could attempt to restore some order, he heard a car pull up to the driveway behind Mrs. Patnode's car. It was a police cruiser, one that happened to be driven by his aunt. No doubt his mother had called Aunt Michelle to help with the search of himself. This was not going well. Over the inane chatter of his little brother talking to himself, his aunt approached the door at the same time his father’s car turned a corner down the street. “Can this get any worse?” Blake asked himself as....
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