As I stood there admiring my perfect new body, I heard the sound of my bedroom door open. Without any warning or notification, my mother walked into the room. "Joe, I heard some weird sounds up here. What's.." Her voice cut off immediately as she laid her eyes upon me. Instantly her face turned bright red and her lips formed a scowl. "What the hell is this? Who the hell are you?" she shouted at me.
It was obvious that my moans had attracted her attention. I had to think fast. I attempted to cover myself with my hands, which was not at all easy to do given the size of my breasts. "M-Mom, it's m-me, J-Joe," I stammered.
"I don't know who you are, young lady, or how you got in this house, but you are definitely not Joe," she said. "Now you tell me who you are and where my son is. Joe? Joe!" she shouted out the door. She must have thought I was in a different room.
"B-but Mom, it is me," I said. "Remember that ring I told you about? Well, it does work. I mean, I didn't wish to be this, but this is what happened." My explanations were in vain. She stared right through me. I glanced at my hand and noticed the ring still on my finger in the exact same position. The old lady was right. It wouldn't come off, even though my fingers were now differently shaped. "See, the ring?" I said as I held out my hand. I took a few steps toward her so that she could see it was the same ring.
My mother backed up a few steps in response so I stopped advancing towards her. "Don't you come near me!" she commanded. "For the last time, where is my son and who are you?"
"Mom, I'm telling you I am Joe!" I pleaded.
"Alright, missy, have it your way," she said. She turned to leave the room. "We'll see what the police have to say about there being an intruder in my house."
I certainly couldn't let something like that happen. Before she could exit the room, I shouted out, "Mom, I wish you would freeze!"
I had not chosen my words with discretion. Fortunately for me I didn't have time to ponder what I said. The ring's power granted my wish right away. My mother was frozen in place. She wasn't frozen in the sense that she was covered in ice or anything silly like that. She looked as if you would if you were in the middle of playing freeze tag. She was stuck in a position where she was about to take a step towards my door. She looked quite fascinating, actually. I slowly walked toward her, somewhat afraid that she might suddenly spring back to life. She did not, however. I moved so that I could see her face. Her eyes were fixed outside my room and they seemed to be pointed towards her own room, where there was a telephone. I slowly waved my hands in front of her eye line and received no response. That was one powerful wish.
Now I had another predicament. How was I going to get out of this? I'd bought myself some time to think, so I had to come up with something right now.