Her college aged daughter arrived opening her door and letting herself in. “Mom I’m home!” Mary looked quizzical the voice was too deep to be Shannon’s and too high to be Peter’s. When Mary arrived in the foyer her jaw dropped her daughter Shannon had always been very athletic since she was a little girl and it resulted in good tone and definition but now Shannon’s muscles have ballooned to the size of a male professional wrestler’s “Shannon I saw you last week what happened?! Shannon smiled proudly flexing for her mother “very funny mom, you know I’ve been one of the bulky girls.”
Mary suddenly put two and two together and desperately tried to remove her ring to no avail. She was terrified and it got worse when her once athletic high schooler Connor got home he was soft, feminine and thin dressed in tight skinny jeans and a pink babydoll tee his hair grew becoming long salon locks. Mary tried to play it cool “hey buddy how was baseball today?”
Connor looked at her like an alien “tech, and break a nail?! No thanks!” Looking over her som’s hands she noticed they were manicured French tips.