Mikey finished his business in the bathroom rather uneventfully, though he still felt wet when he pulled his panties back up; maybe that would go away. As he walked downstairs, he couldn't keep his eyes off of his teacher's body, causing him to bump into his dad in the living room. "Whoa there! Watch where you're going, sport." Dad stood in front of him, looking him up and down. He lowered his voice to a mutter. "I was going upstairs to find you. Your mom told me what she wants to do with you. I don't think it's right. You're an eight-year-old boy and you shouldn't be made to act like a grown-up, especially a girl. Heck, you still think girls are icky, don't you?" Mikey nodded, almost laughing and getting a ruffle of his hair for the thought. His dad didn't stare at his boobies or anything; he was still the same old dad. "I'm gonna tell her what I think, alright? Maybe she'll stop that nonsense."
With that, Dad went back into the kitchen, leaving Mikey alone in the living room. He glanced over at the door; his heels were still in the corner where he'd kicked them off. Mikey frowned. That was no place for them. As he walked over to pick them up, he realized in a flash: I've never done that before. It's never been my problem... Despite this, as he knelt down to pick the heels up, he thought that his legs did look pretty good in them, and slipped them onto his feet instead. He walked into the kitchen, smiling to himself; it felt so good walking in them, at least for a little while. His parents were arguing, oblivious to his presence, and at that moment he heard the front door open.
Walking back out to the living room, he saw Zoe come in, and stand there staring at him open-mouthed. "Mikey?! What the hell happened to you?" He just shrugged in response. "Whose body is that?"
"Mrs. Warren. We got switched on accident and now the switching thingy's broken. She gave me a bunch of her clothes, since mine don't fit anymore. Least not until we switch back." He patted his belly with a feminine hand. "She's sorta chubby. It's weird."
"Hey, maybe you're pregnant." Zoe grinned, and Mikey stared back at her in complete horror. Could he be? That would explain how big her boobies and butt were, too...
"M-MOM!" He almost screamed, running back into the kitchen and nearly falling on the heels. "Am I pregnant?!" Mikey reached down to pull his blouse up over his head, unhooking the bra automatically as he did so. He stood there topless, hefting his boobies up in his hands and moving his belly around. "See? Am I?"
"Well, Mikey..." Mom began, looking at her pregnant eight-year-old son with a mixture of fascination, disgust and sympathy. "Yes. You are. That's why I was going to call Anne Warren's husband today to try to work this out as quickly as possible and get you two fixed." Dad nodded beside her, looking satisfied. Again Mikey felt ready to cry, and this time he couldn't stop the tears flowing. He couldn't have a baby! That was a lady's job! He didn't want to get all big and fat and not be able to wear his h"”Wait, what?!
Panic overtook him as he stood there crying, a half-nude pregnant woman with a boy's head, and he grabbed his mom, hugging her tightly. Mikey sobbed into her chest, begging her between wails to make it all go away, slowly calming down enough to be talked to.
