"The ring!" He finally realized. "It has to be why I changed." He said aloud.
But how was the question? He thought for a moment, until he remembered the last thing he had been doing.
"Ok, I asked Becky if I was her mother sarcastically, then she said something quietly, then the next thing I know I'm here like this..." He reasoned. "Ok, maybe it's just based on saying stuff I guess?" He wondered.
"Alright, let's try it." She muttered. "I am not a mother." She said loudly, unsure of herself.
Alex felt the vertigo again, but this time he braced himself. He stared forward, trying not to think about it, and before he knew it the feeling passed. Glancing down, his heart sank upon seeing two breasts still staring back at him.
"Dammit." He sighed. "I'm still a chick." He thought.
"Alexa?" He heard a voice ask. Alex turned to see his mother walk up behind him.
"Mom, you're back!" Alex said relieved.
His mother looked behind her, then she turned back, dropped her jaw with a smirk and playfully hit Alex's shoulder.
"Wow thanks bitch, I'm not that old!" Jennifer chuckled. "Ugh, the day I look like Mom is the day I get plastic surgery or something." She giggled, shaking her butt to collide with Alex's.
Alex nearly fell, but caught himself on the kitchen counter. He couldn't help but keep staring at his mother. She was the same as she was before all this happened. She was Irish, with curly brown hair, freckles all over, and a plump Irish body. Alex's friends always called her a milf, citing her are womanly features but Alex always threatened to knock them out whenever they brought it up.
"If she's back, then why am I still like this?" Alex wondered.
He looked back down, and realized he had actually changed. For starters, his skin was paler then before. He no longer looked mixed, but much more white. He felt his hair, pulling it forward to find it was still long and curly but now red instead of black. He looked back at his new boobs to find them smaller but firmer, and his body overall looked a bit more youthful. He was even dressed in a skirt and tank-top combo rather than the more mom outfit of jeans and a blouse he was wearing before.
Alex made sure his mom was occupied with something in the oven, then quickly walked over towards the photos on the wall. The family portrait had changed, now showing his dad, mother and Becky again. If he was there, then the picture would almost be fully normal. Then Alex skimmed the photos until he found one that made his stomach drop.
It showed two girls, hugging in a yard. Judging by the photo quality, it was probably taken in the 80s. It showed what was definitely his younger mother, looking to be in her tweens and a younger girl, looking like she belonged in elementary school by her height and frilly dress. By the red hair, Alex guess that she was supposed to be her... him! He meant him.
"God, I hope I don't keep thinking like she would." Alex thought, then went back to the table to smile at Jennifer, pretending everything was fine, but kept thinking. "Okay, Mom's like 35? 36? That'd make me now... 28 to 30?" He guessed
"Hey sis, can you hand me that?" Jennifer asked, pointing at a spatula.
"S-sure... sis." Alex forced a grin, quickly handing it off to his mother.
"Ok, ok stay calm Alex. This just means it worked! I'm not a mom anymore... Ugh, I'm an Aunt!" He realized, placing a hand on his forehead in dismay.
"Oh dear, Alexa are you ok?" Jennifer asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah yeah, just... tired." Alex lied. Suddenly, however, he felt a bit of vertigo and then felt EXTREMELY tired. He felt bags under his eyes, realizing it was suddenly hard to stand.
"Of course you're tired sis, you had that awful bout of insomnia last night!" Jennifer replied, exasperated. "Now I demand you lie down right this second.
"Huh, w-wait." Alex tried to protest. He found however that his new body was not strong at all as Jennifer lead him to the couch.
"Now, lie down sweetie and ***** to sleep, *****?" She asked. Jennifer's voice was getting muffled as Alex drifted off.
"Wait... h-have... have to fix..." Alex murmured before closing his eyes.
"Don't worry Alexa, I'll call ***** to come ***** ****** ******. Jennifer continued
The next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes staring up at a ceiling. At least he thought it was the ceiling, though it was hard to make out through how much hair he now had. He leant up from the large bed he was now laying in, feeling better but still groggy. His boobs shifted awkwardly to the side, and he realized it must've bee because he was no longer wearing a bra. In fact, he was now dressed in a yellow t-shit and fuzzy pajama pants.
"Where the hell am I?" He muttered, still waking up.
"Oh good, you're up!" A voice rang from outside the room he was now in.