"Jillian!" A woman's voice yelled, "Jillian Farber! Do you hear me talking to you, young lady?!"
Still unaccustomed to her new reality it took the girl who used to be Jon a moment to realize the voice was calling for her. She had been thinking about how she once fantasized about Mrs. Farber in the role of older woman turned seductress and now, think of the Devil and she'll appear, here was Mrs. Farber standing in the doorway of her house. Except she wasn't just Mrs. Farber anymore, Jillian thought somewhat glumly, she was Mom and she looked upset. Not yet resigned to her fate, but knowing there was nothing else she could do at the moment, Jillian walked over to face the music. For the foreseeable future, this was her house too, which meant she had to keep the peace until she could get the stone and wish her way out of this mess.
"I said, do you hear me talking to you, young lady?" Jillian still couldn't think of her as Mom. Mrs. Farber's voice was tight with strain, but Jillian got the impression she wasn't the source of the stress - - just a convenient outlet if she didn't get with the program and quick.
"Um, yeah," the sound of Jillian's new voice was strange to her own ears and she wasn't sure how to continue. Jillian fidgeted a little under the older woman's intense stare, briefly wondering if her own eyes were green like hers, before continuing, "I hear you, Mom, sorry. This day has just been crazy."
Jillian's head was almost literally spinning. This was a woman she had had minimal contact with up until today. The buxom, raven-haired beauty with her bronzed tan and generous want-them-wrapped-around-you thighs, Mrs. Farber had mostly had figured in Jon's occasional bedtime masturbatory fatasies after seeing her at school or the mall or another public place. Now Jon was Jillian and this woman was her mother. Worse, Jillian realized she probably looked like a teenage her!
The older woman gave a bitter chuckle and exhaled a billow of smoke, flicking away the ash from her cigarette as an afterthought. She arched one eyebrow in wry amusement, "Your day has been crazy? Sure, I'll bet. I'd trade your problems for mine any day."
If only you knew, Jillian thought to herself. Something must have shown on her face, however, because Momsy suddenly switched gears.
"Who was that boy?" Mrs. Farber's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice cool, but with a trace of supsicion.
"Who? Oh, Moose? I mean, Mike, he - - he's from school," Jillian was caught a little off guard. She was absolutely not prepared to discuss Mike with her new "mother" until she had sussed out a little more of their own relationship. Was she a good daughter or a wild child? Indulged or sheltered?
"Moose? His name is Moose?" Mrs. Farber let out another low chuckle, shaking her head and taking another drag of her smoke. She seemed relieved by the moronic name.
"His name is Mike, I mean. People at school just call him that," Jillian frowned, irritated that she had to explain herself to this stranger and a little disturbed by how defensive she sounded in regard to the guy who had gotten her into this fix.
"You called him that, sweetie, not me," Mrs. Farber smirked. A second later the smirk cracked and faded, "Are you sleeping with him?"
The question was so airy, so casual, in spite of Mama Farber's serious face, it took a second for Jillian to realize what she had just been asked, "Huh? What?! No, of course not!"
"Are you still a virgin?" This question was more intent. Jillian could tell an immediate response was expected.
"Are you serious?! Yes!" Jillian realized that at this particular moment she had no way to actually prove or verify her answer, but she decided that if she was a virgin back when she was Jon, before this whole mess got started, then she was probably still a virgin now. At least, she hoped she was.
"Okay," Mrs. Farber sighed, "I'm sorry. It's just, I hope that boy is trustworthy."
"What is going on? Why are you acting so weird?" Jillian didn't really know if this was weird for her new mother or not, but she didn't have time for this cat and mouse shit.
"I don't know, baby," Mrs. Farber sniffed, knuckled a tear from the corner of her eye, "Someone broke into the house. They didn't take anything important, but the basement is torn apart like you wouldn't believe!"
"The basement? Who breaks into a basement?" Jillian asked stupidly, briefly forgetting that Steve turning into a horse was what wrecked the basement. Of course her new mom didn't know that nor did she need to.
"I don't know, love! I just," there was a catch in Mrs. Farber's voice, "I'm freaked out and scared and just wish your daddy was here for us!"
Jillian stood there, feeling like she had somehow caused all this. Her mother took her wrist and pulled Jillian into the house, unresisting and slightly dazed. They passed a full length mirror on the way down the front hall and Jillian briefly caught a glimpse of her new self. The first thing she saw was frightened crystal blue eyes, not green like "Mommy's." Also she was slightly taller than her mother, but not by much, and her hair was straight instead of wavy. Other than that they were very similar, something that disturbed Jillian immensely.
The black hair, tan skin, oval face, full lips, and all the rest were quite alike, including their perky breasts, powerful thighs, and prominent rear ends. Of course, Mrs. Farber's bust was bigger, the oval face fuller, her hips rounder, the thighs and ass fleshier, just as Jillian remembered, a vivacious and voluptuous older woman. Normally, before today anyway, she would have been excited to be led by the hand by a woman like this. God, this was frustrating! What had her life come to? It occurred to Jillian that, if she didn't get out of this, high school boys might be fantasizing about her one day.
"I'll fix us some dinner, okay? Maybe some pasta salad?" Mrs. Farber said hopefully as they stopped in the kitchen.
"No, don't," Jillian debated telling her, then decided honesty was best, "I can't stay. Moose will be back at seven to pick me up."
"Pick you up?" Mrs. Farber's face fell a little, she had seemed happy at the prospect of cooking, "You have a date with - - Moose?"
"Yeah," Jillian blushed, "yeah, I guess I sort of do. Is it okay?"
The older woman laughed good naturedly, "Yes, I guess so, baby, I don't know. I'm glad. Go out, have fun. There's no reason to stay here. The cops will be here in a bit to take a report and then I'll get back to cleanign up the basement. It looks like a wild animal went crazy down there!"
If only I could tell you, Jillian mused, realizing a lot of her new life would be like this; her mother hopelessly out of the loop while she, the inexplicably distant and ungrateful daughter, kept the most important things to herself. On impulse she decided to make an offer, "I can help until Moose gets here, maybe?"
"No, sweetie, you have to get ready. Head upstairs and get washed up," Mrs. Farber smiled, "I'll be fine."
"O-okay," Jillian nodded. She was actually more interested in cleaning up the basement than spending time with Moose, but she didn't want to look unpresentable when he picked her up. A quick shower and a change into something, here her hands swept over her tightly clad hips and buttocks, less provocative might be in order. With a certain resignation Jillian turned and looked for the stairs without trying to look like she was looking for the stairs. Finding them, Jillian trudged upstairs to see what else awaited her in her new home.
