"He's gone!" Josh said to bis mom.
"So, oh god, what now? I live your life and you live mine?" Nina, Josh's mom started to tear up. "I know nothing about welding! And, and, I don't know how to be a man!"
"I at least know some of your job from you showing me, and a bit of how to 'woman' cotrectly." Josh said. "You took off early from the office today, right?"
"Yes!" His mom said.
"Well, let's go home and teach other. Its friday, luckily."
"I, I don't know if I can do this! Be a man! Weld!"
"I don't know if I can either. Sitting here crying won't help."
He had never seen his mom like this. She was always so self-assured.
She looked at him, eyeing her former body up and down, then smiled.
"This was what I always hoped for you. Of course, as a male."
She got up, now six inches taller than she used to be, even in heels.
"So, we have a weekend, though, tonight.. "
"You have a date, right?" Josh said. It came out as a question, but it really wasn't one.
"Yes, Reggie. Since the world thinks we're each other..."
"We ARE each other."
"You know what I mean. I hate to ask, but could you go on this date?"
Josh sighed.
"Yeah Mom, I will. Just, don't blame me for any outcomes. I don't know how to date like this."
"Josh, if you intentionally break up with him..."
"I won't. Just, this could go from him breaking up to me sleeping with him. I mean, that is the full spectrum of this, right?"
"As long as you don't intentionally torpedo this, its okay. Even sleeping with him."
Josh looked at her, surprised.
"Don't do that as a first option!" Nina said. "But, we've dated enough he's asked. So, there's condoms and spericide in my nightstand."
"Mom!"
"What?" She said, standing up. Soon they were walking to her car. "You don't think I've fucked?"
"I've never heard you talk like this, Mom."
"Probably the testosterone. But, yes, I mean, who do you think you were created? A stork?"
"I know obviously what happened!" Josh said. "Just surprised to hear you say it like that!"
"Honestly, me too!" Nina said. "Its got to be the hormones. Anyway, we have a weekend beyond tonight. Let's teach each other."
They got into Nina's car and they headed home.
"Want to learn some about welding, or teach me your job?"
"Which has less open flames?" She asked with a grin.
"Okay, yours."
Luckily for him, despite his dislike of all things office related he was able to pick up pretty fast on this.
After three hours, his mom turned and looked at him.
"So why didn't you want to do this?"
"Its the politics. The interactions with weasels and bastards. You're good at at that, mom. I'm not. Welding, there's none of that. Your weld's good or it isn't."
"Okay, now I see!"
"Now? I've told you for three years!"
"I think you being put into this, I don't know, it clicked. If we get changed back, I won't bother you on this again. Do what you want!"
"It only took a head swap and, uh, what is this, a life swap to convince you. Now if onmy every mother..."
"Oh, stop!" She said with a laugh. "Speaking of learning, its about time to get ready for your date!"
"The office attire won't work?"
"Not unless I was coming right from the office in this case. This date is at a nice restaurant. We rarely get a chance to do this."
"So, what?"
Nina walked into her room and immediately grabbed a few things. She had this all prepared, Josh realized.
He saw a little black dress, a pair of black stockings, black bra, black panties, black garter belt and a pearl necklace.
"Here are the heels." She said, putting them on the bed as well.
"You had plans for more tjan dinner!" Josh said.
"Until today." She said. "But, you don't have to do that. I can't put that on you. But, please, at least go on the date? Hopefully we get switched back soon."
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