Coming out with a clean towel in her hand, Alicia raises one of her eyebrows at you as you sit nervously on your bed, wondering if reality reverted back.
"Kendrick, come on. Let's not waste time here. Take off your pants," she orders.
You freeze, unable to come to terms with what you are hearing. Your udder is non-existent now, so why would she need you to pull down your...
Oh...
Oh shit... no...
You stand up from the bed and stretch your arms out, shaking your head vehemently.
"N-no! Th-that's not necessary, mom!" you scream, "Just...can we forget about all of this?"
Alicia widens her eyes and looks at you in disbelief. "F-forget? Kendrick, if you could take care of yourself, I wouldn't have to come visit you! Tell me, when was the last time you masturbated or better yet, have you even got yourself a girlfriend?"
You groan, not sure what else you could do besides hitting the "undo" button again, but you hardly doubt that would fix this situation as adding udders was only the first change you committed. You try to think what else you could do to normalize the situation, but with your mother waiting for your answer, you had a hard time thinking about the remote.
"Uh...I don't know, a week ago?" you answer, unsure. As embarrassing as it was, you just wanted your mother to drop the subject and hopefully, you could have some time to yourself to figure out the remote and revert everything back, including your mother's crazy behavior.
"A week?! I know this is a period of exams, but that's still unacceptable! You should be masturbating every day! Pull down your pants, young man!"
You can't believe you're mother expected you to whack it every day! That's basically akin to saying you should be horny every day!
"No! I'm fine! Just leave me alone!" you yell, not knowing what else to say.
Just as you are about to leave the room to get some much needed fresh air while your mother tails you, a knock comes from the door you are about to exit out of. Unfortunately, your hand was already on the knob as you hear the knock, so you had little preparation as you already began pulling the door.
Your eyes widen as you see Lila , a very sweet brunette, latino neighbor of yours who is also going to be her year of college as a senior. To be honest, you have a crush on her but it was hard to approach her for the past three years since she did have a boyfriend. Recently, you heard that she broke up with whoever was foolish enough to end it with this babe which added excitement to your last year. She'd occasionally bring some leftover food and desserts to you and she'd chat with you from time to time, but it isn't like you were good friends with her. Good acquaintances would be the better term.
Normally, you would've been ecstatic to see her, but you are in a bit of a predicament and the last thing you wanted is to leave a horrible impression on her thanks to your crazy mother.
"Kendrick, is there anything wrong? I heard screaming," she asks, concerned.
You curl your lips and try to remain calm, but your mother quickly changed all of that.
"Kendrick, I'm not asking you twice! Pull down your pants now!"
No!
Lila raised her eyebrows, wondering who that was behind you, but you quickly blocked her view as much as you could. As your heart pounded and your grip on the remote became tighter with sweaty hands, your fingers slip and accidentally press the Your hand has already pressed the fuse button. When you felt yourself pressing something on the remote, it only made you panic further causing you to lift the remote to see exactly what you pressed. In doing so, the remote was pointed at Lily who was slowly becoming more confused as your panic made itself known.
Yet, it was too late as the remote emitted a sharp beep and then Lily start to fuse
You really shouldn't have expected anything different. Sure, it would've been nice for you to keep some modicum of your normal self--but with a rush, you have no idea WHAT is happening to you as everything just blurs. You see Lily, then you see so MUCH of Lily, and then you're just... recovering. Fused. Somehow, some way--but how, what way?
...And why do you have this terrible feeling in the pit of whatever constitutes your stomach that it's gonna be bad?