I followed my mom out into the hall towards the entrance to the clinic, waddling desultorily back to my 'husband'; only to run into my old body at an abrupt stop, sending my fat breasts jiggling where they impacted my old chest.
She...he turned to me, my old mouth twisted in a frustrated grimace. "We need to talk."
"About what?" I hated how nasal and whiny my voice now sounded. "About how my life is over?"
"About how childish you're being!"
"C-childish?" I was outraged. Covered in cellulite and clingy mom-clothes I'd never felt less like a child in my life.
"Yes, childish!" I quailed. He was actually kind of intimidating. Not much taller than me, but so much more muscular and able. "You knew what you were signing up for. You agreed to go along with this. Because you know we need this! The family needs this! And now all you do..." He huffed. "...is whine and cry. Typical."
"Typical? You stole my life! You stole my body! I'm an old woman now, all because you couldn't just get a job!"
"We TRADED lives. Did anyone force you to put your name up? No? Didn't you agree to go by 'mom' and 'Cathy'? Didn't you spend the last few days sleeping in a bed with your husband, and calling me your son? Cooking and cleaning?"
I said nothing. My eyes sank to the floor. Or would, if not for the jiggly horizon of my mother's cleavage.
"I thought so. The sooner you stop acting like a prideful little boy, the sooner you'll realize this is all for the best."
"The best?" I choked out.
"Yes. We'll all be happier this way. You'll see once you get used to it." He explained. "I was always so bored being a stay at home mom. I wanted to go out, to live. Ride a bicycle. Meet people. Be active. But in that...homely, comfortable body? It wasn't ever going to happen." He smirked, giving me an appraising look. "You, on the other hand? A c-student that put no effort in at school. Who came home and locked himself in his room to play video games and masturbate. You had no direction. No drive."
There was nothing I could say. He wasn't wrong. At least, not entirely. But this whole scenario was insane.
"You didn't live. Not outside the house. You didn't want to. When I was done with the household chores I was stuck watching soap operas. There was just nothing else I could do. You though? You want to be at home. You'll never have to go back to school. You'll never have to find a job. You can stay there forever now, and still be a productive member of society. Face it, mom," He laughed, coldly. "You were born to be a housewife. We should have always been this way. And I'll be damned if I let you be a subpar wife to your husband or mother to our family just because you're throwing a temper tantrum!"