This choice: Getting ready for the day • Go Back... Elizabeth's POV
After getting up, I made breakfast for myself... and for Dad, who reminded me that Mom usually made breakfast for everyone. After we ate, Dad left, saying he was going to see Larry and that he'd see me at the party. I'd almost forgotten about that... Once he'd left, I started wondering what I should do with my day. I was up way earlier than usual, everyone was still asleep, and I had no idea what to do with myself! Of course, I could have taken a shower and gotten dressed... but I didn't want to. Seeing myself naked was one thing; scrubbing every inch of my mother's naked body was another. I decided to put it off as long as I could.
It didn't take long before I was given something to do: Melody and Amelia had woken up. Unlike me and Cassie, these two woke up early. And of course, they too wanted me to make them breakfast. Amelia kept saying that, as her mother, it was my job to make food for her, and Melody made me cave in with cries of "Mommy, I'm hungwy". They were obviously making fun of me. In Melody's case, I knew she meant well; after all, I willingly assumed the role of "Mommy" yesterday. Amelia, however, was clearly enjoying treating me like I was her maid. Just you wait, Amelia...
After they had breakfast, Melody went to the living room to watch her cartoon and Amelia left for one of her friends' house, leaving me alone again. I went back to my new bedroom, laid down on the bed and looked at the time: 8:12. It felt like so much longer... If I were still me, I'd still be sleeping for the next two hours. In this body, however, there's no way I'd manage to go back to sleep. I looked to my right: there was a book on the Mom's bedside table. I picked it up and looked at its cover. The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks. One of those cheesy romance novels that Mom loves to read. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I opened it at page one and started reading.
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I kept reading for the next two hours and a half. I wish I could say that I'd somehow acquired Mom's tastes, but... oh God it was horrible. It was just so corny! And yet I kept reading, because I didn't know what else to do. Is that what my life would be like from now on? Sitting in bed, reading cheesy love stories while hoping that something would happen to give me something to do? I'll have to get some better reading material... Thankfully, I was rescued from my boredom when Mom opened the door.
"There you are," said Mom. "I knew you'd be awake. I expected to see you downstairs. You haven't gotten dressed yet?"
Of course, Mom was fully clothed. She was actually better dressed than I usually was, and her hair was still wet, I presumed from taking a shower. And I was still in my nightgown.
"Uh, no, I just... didn't get around to it yet."
"I understand. It's hard to put this book down, isn't it?" Mom chuckled.
"Mom, no offense, but it's really bad. I was only reading it because I had nothing else to do."
"You could have taken a shower and gotten dressed."
"Well..."
"You didn't want to see yourself naked, is that it?"
"No, that's not it! I saw myself naked yesterday at the lab, and when I changed into this nightgown. It's just... touching it is different. I'm not comfortable with it."
"Listen, David. I know how you feel: I just went through this. You just have to remember that it's not my body anymore; it's yours. There's nothing wrong with you taking a shower."
"I know, but..."
"And I'm not giving you a choice. If you are going to be me, then you are going to look presentable. Go on, hop in the shower. You're not allowed to get out until you are completely clean!"
It would have looked really silly to any outside observer: a middle-aged woman being ordered to take a shower by her teenage son. I didn't argue, as she was completely right: I had to do this. I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and took off my nightgown and underwear. I took a second to stare at myself in the mirror; not that I wanted to, but I figured that the more I looked at it, the easier it would be to accept my new body. Oh, who am I kidding? It doesn't matter how wrong it is, looking at a naked woman is hard to resist. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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