“I don't believe this is happening,” said Tim, hanging his head in humiliation.
“You better go and do some 'mom stuff,' Timmy,” said Paul. “I won't get much spell research done with you lurking around up here in the attic all day.”
“I'm not your mom!” whined Tim.
“I know that,” Paul retorted. “But everyone else thinks you are. Now, just go downstairs and act like you think my mom would. She'll come back later this evening and help get you ready for your big date...”
“I'm not going on a date with your dad!” protested Tim.
“You will unless you give me some peace and quiet to try and find a spell to reverse all this,” sighed Paul.
“Fine, I'll leave you alone,” said Tim. “But just what am I supposed to do all afternoon?”
“Mom things,” answered Paul impatiently. “Go, uh, do laundry. Maybe vacuum the carpets. I think Melissa has a soccer game later today. You'll have to drive her there. Go take care of that kinda stuff.”
“Whatever,” sighed Tim, heading down the attic stairs.
Instead of starting on the Hodgson family's laundry, Tim headed into the master bedroom and sat down wearily on the bed. He glanced up and caught sight of his reflection in the dressing mirror that hung above Mrs. Hodgson's wardrobe. He saw a depressed, nervous looking middle-aged woman with brown, shoulder-length hair. She wore a short sleeved, flowery pink blouse and khaki capri pants that tightly hugged the plump, mature curves of her rounded hips and thighs. Her breasts were just a heavy looking.
“Unless Paul can come up with something, that's me from now on,” sighed Tim. “I've got to do something to get my mind off all this. Maybe I should go and tackle some of Mrs. Hodgson's chores.”