Chapter #6Erika by: Unknown Erika... your rebellious older sister, a real punk. She envied your brains and always wished she was as smart as you were. It would be her to wreck your greatest invention. She had no clue what she had just done.
"ERIKA!" you scream in a stern mother's voice, "WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE?"
"Oh, uh, it's nothing, Mom," she covers up.
"THAT WAS MY... er... LUKE'S PROJECT THAT YOU JUST DESTROYED! DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE?"
"I didn't mean to! I was just walking through the garage, and ---"
"---BULLSHIT!" you cut her off, "YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE DOING! YOU WERE JEALOUS!"
Erika sits there looking guilty, but it seems like she has no regrets for what she has done. She can't even muster up a sorry.
"Why would you do that?" you say, trying to calm yourself.
"I--- I'm sorry, Mom," she says.
"I worked so hard on that," you say, forgetting who you were, "it took so long to finish!" You start to sob, not being able to control your new female emotions.
"Wait... you made it?" Erika asks, "I thought Luke made it."
You can't believe you forgot who you were. "He did, he did. *Sniff* I had nothing to do with it, it was all him," you manage through your sobbing.
"Mom, you're acting weird. You're getting emotional swings..." Erika states. She slowly starts to slink out of the room as you continue to sob.
"That was weird," Erika says as she walks down the hall. She tosses the part behind her, oblivious to who just saw her do throw it.
"What was that?" your mom asks in your body. "I heard some yelling, too. Everything okay?"
"No, Mom is flipping out over nothing."
"Well I'm sure it was something..." your mom says, almost trying to defend you as her, "She doesn't just get mad at anything."
"Well, I broke your machine, so there's that. I don't even care right now."
"Wait, you broke the machine?!"
"Yeah, sorry, so so sorry," your sister smartly replies, 'Who cares? It looked like a piece of junk anyways."
Your mom runs towards you and sees you on your knees sobbing.
"Erika broke the machine!" you say while crying uncontrollably, "And I can't stop crying!"
"That's part of being a woman," your voice says. It was odd to hear that coming from your own body.
"What are we going to do?"
"Assume positions, pose as each other. There is nothing else we can do. Can you make a new one?"
"Yeah, *Sniff* *Sniff* Yeah I can. It might take awhile though. What am I going to do about school?"
"I'll have to go as you, and you'll have to go to work as me. Don't worry, everything will be okay."
You stand up and hug your old body. You feel a bit relieved. You're glad that you're going through this experience with your mom. She's a strong individual, and always knows how to solve a problem. The both of you had no idea that someone was watching and listening the whole time. Erika. She knew about what was going on now. In fact, she thought it was funny. She felt proud of herself, being able to stick it to you, and your mother.
"Now, honey," you mother says, "You're me for the time being, you'll need to do what I do. I need you to go buy groceries." She hands you a one hundred dollar bill and her car keys. "Here's a list of everything you need. Nothing more, nothing less, got it?"
You nod, still wiping the tears from your eyes.
"Go change, though. I don't want to be seen around town in that outfit," your mother says.
You nod, and head off to your mother's room. But, close behind is your mom.
"I don't trust you picking out clothes," she says. She goes in the closet, and thirty seconds later she returns with the outfit in her hands. "Just leave on my bra and my underwear, and slip into this."
You felt a little odd as you slipped off your mother's sweatpants and dirty t-shirt. She was watching you like a hawk while you undressed and dressed. She picked out a reddish tank top with a khaki skirt. She also grabbed some flip flops.
"Nothing too fancy, not yet at least," she says.
You had trouble getting her breasts not to fidget about in the tank top, but she did not help you. "I want you to learn how to do all of... this," she claims.
It took a while, but you finally finish. Your mom thought it would be a good idea to take a picture, and you have no idea why. You smile anyways, and tilt your hip like your mom would.
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As you head off to the store, your mom stays home to, well, relax.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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