Evan sighed as he watched his mom go. Could she really be classed as his mom now though? She was now a girl and he was a 42 year old man. Even those definitions felt wrong now, considering the parts in their pants. He made his way back to the building where his class was, not noticing that he had a slight sway to his walk now. Once inside he realized he needed the bathroom. He quickly made his way to the teachers’ lounge and slipped into the, thankfully, unisex toilets before locking the door behind him.
“This is weird,” he muttered as he pulled his trousers and boxers down and stared at the lips nestled between his rounder thighs. He sat down on the seat and felt the extra cushioning from his plumper backside. He relieved himself, which was another new feeling, and thanks to the knowledge he’d swapped from Miranda, he knew to wipe when he’d finished. He stood up and pulled his pants back on, washed his hands, and made his way to class.
When he entered the room, the collection of kids fell silent.
“Okay class,” he said sternly. “This afternoon we’ll be going over the ancient Romans,” he continued. He expertly covered the subject, and before he knew it, the day was over.
“Okay everyone, please turn in your work on the way out and I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as the students began to file out. He gathered up the assignments and placed them in his bag before heading out to wait for Miranda by the car, thankful he didn’t have any meetings after school today. As he reached the car park, he saw a young girl waiting for him. It took a moment to remember that this was his mother.
“Hey Evan!” She called, waving at him with vigor.
“Hey Mom, ready to go?” he replied as he reached for the passenger door handle.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “I’m too young to drive,” she added. Evan sighed, realizing his mistake and the fact she probably didn’t have the knowledge to drive anymore.
“You’re right, sorry Mom,” he said as he made his way around the vehicle and climbed into the driver’s seat. Miranda hopped into the passenger seat.
“You know,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s weird that you’re still calling me Mom now that you’re older than me. Maybe we should swap our relationship to each other?”
Evan thought about it for a moment.
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