Miles awoke the next morning, feeling extremely odd, groggy and with a slightly large headache. Something weird happened last night, and he couldn't remember it. Try as he might, he couldn't get an image or a thought to flash in his head of what happened the night before.
"Argh, what the hell?" Miles wondered while rubbing his head.
Miles sat up and stretched, hoping that this, off all things, would make the headache go away. He thought about what he wanted to do today. He was supposed to go to school... but he had a strange urge to go out. Sure, School was technically going out, but Miles really wanted to go out... like to the mall... maybe to buy some video games or something? Miles couldn't say, it was all confusing. Something wasn't right... he just couldn't figure out what....
Shrugging to himself, Miles decided to get up out of bed, and found himself only in his boxers. He then looked around the room for clothes.
"Better get dressed, at least." Miles suddenly said.
But looking around the room, at all his normal clothing, Miles felt suddenly disgusted by them, wanting nothing to do with them. He had a moment of confusion before his mother walked in.
"Morning Miles." His mother smiled.
One look at his mother, and in an instant, Miles became obsessed with her clothing.
"Love the outfit, Mom."
"Thanks. And please. call me Molly." She said as she walked away.
In Miles’s head, he smiled as he imagined himself in his mother’s clothing. That seemed perfect for him. But was it? Why was Miles so confused?