“Hey Cathy,” she started before seeing you. “I already took care of your clothes and folded them.”
She points to a pile on the counter. It is, in fact, all of your clothes. That would explain why you’d found her pants but not why she wasn’t panicking. Before you could say anything, she looked at you and frowned.
“Did you take those out the dryer with my clothes?” You nodded kind of dumbly. “How odd. I wonder how your pants got mixed up in my clothes.”
You look down and your legs in astonishment. “T-these are mine?” you ask.
“Of course dear,” your mother laughs. “And they do look so cute on you anyways.”
Your mind was reeling. The pants weren’t hers but yours? She didn’t realize that your ass had bloated into this gigantic caboose? She thought this was normal?!
It was at this moment that you noticed something. Looking at your mother, you saw that…
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