"Jen, just talk to me. You're safe. We all care about you." Tim, now Tammy, looked at Jon/Jen with concern. Jon struggled to respond, sorting through two competing sets of memories. In one he was a boy with romantic desires for his friend Karyn, and in the other he was a girl in a longterm lesbian relationship with Tammy. Or was it Tim? No, she had always been Tammy. He could remember that first time they locked eyes in the showers. He shook her head in confusion. He? No, she was a girl, wasn't she?
"I'm sorry," Jen said, "I'm just feeling confused."
"You just need to relax," Jen's mother said, soothingly. "Would it help if you and Tammy had sex?"
"Wait, what?" Jen was confused further. Why would her mother be talking like that with them?
"Good idea," Tammy said, removing her top. "That always calms Jen down."
"Right here, now?" Jen watched as Tammy took off her pants and folded them neatly on a chair, as if this were all routine.
"Yes sweetie," her mother said calmly. "Just a little sex, and I'm sure you'll be thinking clearly. We can give you some privacy later, but I want to make sure you're feeling better. And if you need me to join in, just let me know."
"Thanks Linda," Tammy said as she dropped her panties on the chair and grabbed a strap-on from under the bed. "Your mom is so nice, Jen. Should I put this on now, or do you just want to scissor?"
"The strap-on is always good for a quick fix," Linda piped in. "Here let me help you, Tammy."
Jen looked on in disbelief. This wasn't normal. Was it? She could feel new memories filter in her mind. Her mom was just taking an active role in her sex life like any responsible parent. It was annoying at times, but they did know best. Right?
