“Well?” asked Bill's old body impatiently. “If you have nothing to say for yourself, then get going young man. I don't want you to be late for school again!”
“But Mom,” said Bill, clearly confused. “Just look at me! I'm you. And you're me.”
“What are you talking about?” Bill's body scolded him. “I don't have time for this nonsense. You look fine. And you look like you, a regular teenage boy who doesn't show much respect for his elders. Now quite fooling around and get to school. I mean it, young man. NOW!”
Bill was too bewildered by the sight of his own body scolding him to laugh. Otherwise the sight of a 16 year old boy lecturing a grown woman would have been hysterical.
“Okay mom,” he said, still confused about the whole affair. “If you want me to go to school like this, I guess I will.”
“We'll discuss this later,” she said. “I'm late for work.”
And with that, she took off. Bill wondered what his mother's co-workers would think when she showed up in her son's body but still insisting everything was normal. Or would they all see her as herself? For that matter, what will Bill's own friends and teachers at school see?