"You make things so frustrating sometimes," said Mom angrily. "Sometimes I wish you could see and hear yourself!"
Suddenly, the whole world swirled around Bill's eyes and he found his perspective had changed. He was ... He was now looking at himself?!
He was a lot taller, but differently balanced, and standing in front of his own body? ...What th--?!
Bill looked down and recognized he was now wearing his mom's clothes: He now wore a v-cut yellow sweater that tightly hugged a pair of heavy, round, middle aged breasts. He had on black, women's dress slacks and a pair of low heeled business-casual women's shoes. He held his hands up in front of his face in amazement: his fingers were long, slender, and the nails were painted a shiny, dark burgundy. He was even wearing his mom's wedding ring now.
He felt his mother's long, wavy dark hair around his shoulders and could tell he was wearing a pair of her dangling earrings too.
Bill's old body looked up at him and said ...