By the end of the second week, our sexualities had completely flipped, and we had started a good joke of complementing each others' figures and assets to downplay the situation.
In the back of our heads, however, even though we found ways to chuckle about everything, we were quite worried about what had become of our original bodies, and we would continue to live, in these strange bodies.
No cure had been found for the Fusion Wave's transformations yet, and no true cure would ever really be found.
Our bodies continued to change drastically as well, into the third week, and I guess so did our minds.
The influx of testosterone from my mother's new body livened her up along with her increased hours of sleep and exercise, contributing to both her boost in humor, confidence, and giving her a constant supply of unexplainable energy, something she had been without for a while.
Im addition, my mom, despite having now grown facial hair (I taught her how to shave), having gained a deeper, huskier voice, having had her first male wet dream (I helped clean up - there were loads of spunk), and now, concerning her face and neck, looking more robust and masculine (even though her hair stayed the same, graying, her face and neck looked like they had been a decade or two ago, sagging skin and wrinkles replaced by muscles and the occasional vein),
My mother adamantly refused to adopt a male gender identity and pledged to remain a woman,
my mother.
Though much taller and "dashing" now, she promised everything would be as it was before with her, but better.
It was different for me.
I was facing a dilemma.
My voice had lightened in tone at the same rate that my facial hair had thinned and softened and the muscles on my neck and face (and its cheeks) had softened and shrunk.