In a panic Mikey literally flew out of the room. Passing through walls as he instinctively sought the comfort of his own home.
Passing through the front door, a sensation not unlike being met by a strong gust of wind, Mikey found himself in the security of his house.
"Now what am I going to do?" He thought out loud as he heard his mother finishing up what she was doing in the kitchen.
He glided over to her noticing that she had just finished putting away some groceries from an errand she'd just run, still wearing the same pretty white blouse and tight skirt she wore at breakfast. The ones Jon said showed too much leg and even more cleavage.
He wanted to ask her for help and to tell her about the trouble he'd gotten himself into. He reached out to touch her, to get her attention, but instead found himself being drawn into her being.
"Oh no!" He/she cried out. "I've turned into Mommy!"
