“You alright, hon?” Barbara asked casually.
Cleo nearly had a heart attack. She turned around and saw her mother standing behind her. Something seemed… different about her mother, though, and a little voice inside her head told her not to panic.
“Uh… yeah, mom. I’m fine. Just looking at the helmet we bought.” Cleo said.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot you picked that up. Well, if it doesn’t fit, I’ll try it on and see if I can use it. Or maybe those girls you teach could try it. Anyway, I’ll leave you be, I know you’ve gotta get ready for them.” Barbara said
Cleo was shocked. Not only did her mom seem… normal, she wasn’t finding anything wrong with Cleo’s new body. Cleo looked closer at her mother as she was walking away; her figure was overall the same, but she seemed just a bit older. A bit more mature.
Suddenly, though, a new wave of memories hit Cleo.
Barbara had Cleo when she was just 18. Now 48, she was surprisingly comfortable with letting the now 30 year old Cleo stay with her, and the two bonded over bikes and had a similar friend group.
Cleo’s head was spinning. She was 12 years older, without even mentioning her massive assets, and now her mom was 3 years older and somehow didn’t see an issue with anything.
All of a sudden, though, Cleo was surprisingly calm. “One thing’s for sure; I’ve gotta use this thing again, whether it’s on me or someone else…”