Jeff put on a bathrobe from his mom's closet and followed her downstairs. He had set the Chronivac so that his mom, trapped in Jeff's body, couldn't discuss the Chronivac with anyone. But would it work?
As it turns out, it did. Jeff's mom was frantically talking to Jeff's dad, but she kept interrupting herself mid-sentence, getting more and more flustered as she did so.
"Jeff, calm down," said Jeff's father, who of course had no idea that Jeff and his mom had switched bodies. "And why are you wearing your mom's clothes?"
Jeff's dad looked at Jeff, confused. "And why are you already in a bathrobe?"
"Uh, after the flight and the drive home, I figured I'd jump right into the shower," said Jeff. Wanting to change the subject and get out of this situation, he turned towards his mom in his old body. Trying to adopt her typical haughty attitude, he said, "Jeff, this is entirely inappropriate. You're not allowed to go through my stuff, and you're certainly not allowed to put on my clothes." Jeff looked at his dad with a stern expression. "Dear, you need to talk to him about the appropriate way to deal with a woman's things." Jeff looked back at his mom. "I'll expect an apology after dinner."
Jeff then left and took the long shower he had used as a cover story. By that time Jeff's two sisters and younger brother had both returned from their excursions too, so after some quick hellos and welcome-backs, still in the guise of Jeff's mom, it was starting to be time for dinner. Jeff realized he had the burden of making dinner, but he didn't really mind. He hadn't paid much attention to how his mom cooked, but spaghetti was easy, so spaghetti it was.
Dinner actually wound up being kind of fun. Jeff liked being one of the authority figures in his family, and his father handled the cleanup. All told, it wasn't that much work, but Jeff realized he'd start having to figure out in advance what everyone was going to have for meals.
After dinner, Jeff was up alone in his parents' bedroom when his mom came in. "I don't know how," she said, "but I'm not letting you get away with this."
"This isn't the apology I was expecting," Jeff said.
"Very funny," his mom replied. "So, have you realized you have to have sex with your own father yet?"
Jeff had thought about that already, and he had very strong feelings. "I most definitely do not. I'm allowed to turn down sex."
His mom laughed. It was still weird seeing his own body do things like that. "Sure," she said. "And then nine months from now, you're going to have a baby, and he's going to wonder how it got there."
Shit. Jeff had not thought about that part yet.
"So," said his mom brightly. "We should probably go over how you do my job."