I waddled off to the bedroom as quickly as my fat-bottomed, middle-aged body could muster. I had to get to my bedroom before dad did! It was bad enough I'd gotten myself cursed and wound up trapped in the body of my own mother – the last thing I needed now was the added humiliation and embarrassment of letting my dad in on the secret. Which is exactly what I was afraid of happening if he came back here and woke up Mom, presumably trapped in my old body.
“Uh, hello? Are you awake?” I asked softly, pushing open the bedroom door.
Ugh, it still felt intensely weird hearing my mom's soft, feminine voice come out of my lips.
In the dim light of the room I could just make out the silhouette of my lazy body, huddled under the covers.
Strange as this was, wandering around in my mom's fat adult body, it did give me the unique opportunity to turn the tables on her for once and actually kick her lazy butt out of bed in the morning.
Correction – it was still my butt, but she was the one now inhabiting the body.
With a smirk, I yanked off the covers and grinned at her, shivering in my bed and wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants. She frowned blearily at me.
“I'm up, I'm up!” she grumbled.
Hmm, this wasn't quite the reaction I thought I'd get. Still, it was good she hadn't flipped out and loudly panicked, drawing dad's attention.
“Uh … 'honey' … don't you notice anything different?” I asked her quietly.
“No,” she snapped in my old voice.
“Ahem,” I said loudly, gesturing down at myself.
I then stood there for a long while, hands on my broad, expansive hips.
“I give up, mom,” said my own mother to me. “What's different about you? It's too early for this, mom. Did you get a haircut or something?”
Shit, I thought! Does she actually think she's me?! This was a seriously unexpected hitch. I had been counting on her as an ally in somehow figuring out a way to undo this stupid curse. But if she believes she's the real Mike Thatcher, there's no way she would ever willingly cooperate on finding a way to switch places with the person she believes to be her own mother.
Which means I'm on my own: both when it comes to learning how to pretend to be me, and in figuring out whether or not there's any way of ever lifting the curse!
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