"I wish my mom went to college," he said. The stone flashed and everything attenuated, as if the universe was about to sneeze...
Mikey suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented. It felt like the room was spinning, or maybe he was spinning and the room wasn't. He collapsed down on the bed, burying his head in the pink sheets...
Wait? Pink sheets? He didn't have pink sheets. He wouldn't be caught dead with pink sheets. He suddenly felt the weight of something under him, in between his body and the bed. He sat up again, and looked around, the vertigo fading.
His room was gone...Well, not exactly gone. It was the same room. It was just...different. The bed was a full, not a twin. He wasn't sure how he knew that. Where his video games had been hooked up to an old TV there was a dresser. Next to it, there was a desk that hadn't been there, and he definitely didn't have a laptop. He shared a computer with his mother. She promised he'd get Jon's old one someday, but she didn't have the money to buy him a laptop.
He opened the closet silently, discovering it was full of...Suddenly he paused, and looked down at what he'd been trying very hard for the last few minutes not to look down at...namely perky breasts poking out from under a t-shirt. Oddly enough, he didn't scream or faint. He, or rather she, just stood there.
How did this happen?
His mother's voice called from outside. "Come on, Michelle. Aren't you ready yet? We're gonna be late."
