Again he was his mother. Again behind her desk he sat, legs crossed, staring at a spreadsheet. Again there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," he called in his mother's alto voice, knowing full well who it was at the door. When Bill entered, Jon steeled himself for what was coming, wanting to get things over with rather than have to live through it over and over.
"Linda," Bill said in his deep voice, closing and locking the door behind him, "do you have a minute?"
Jon pushed his chair back as he had done before and said, "Of course, what's up?"
Then, seemingly quicker than he remembered it, Bill walked around the desk, ""I only have a minute, too,but I just had to see you." He pulled Jon up onto his heeled feet and pulled him into a deep kiss.
This time Jon was ready. As gross as it was to kiss his mother's boss, he knew that if he screwed it up he'd just have to kiss him again in a minute. Jon closed his eyes and went with the flow. When Bill's lips parted, so did Jon's. When Bill's tongue explored, so did Jon's. When Bill's hands began to explore Jon's mother's behind, Jon allowed his hands to explore Bill's.
Jon had decided to push the implications of the discovery of the affair aside until the experience was over. Sure, there was a rock of disappointment in the pit of his stomach, but he didn't let that affect him. Instead, he acted like the lover that he hoped Bill expected.
When the kiss ended, Bill held Jon at arm's length and stared lustfully into his eyes.
"Linda, baby, see what you do to me?" he indicated the boner he was sporting through his suit pants. "How long do we have to keep this secret?"
Unsure of where this was going, Jon decided to wing it.
"Oh Bill," he cooed, laying one hand on Bill's broad chest, "You know we can't tell anyone. My kids! My husband!"
The world seemed to shimmer, and Jon found himself, back in his own body, standing in the living room, holding the piece of paper.
Your task is to spend a day in a form of someone you know and play along perfectly. If you fail you will be teleported back to this moment and start over.
Jon felt a tingling in his body, and the room shimmered around him.
After it ended he checked out his surroundings and himself, he recognized himself as...
He was no longer in his house. To him that was a minor detail, though, as he was also no longer himself. He was his mother.
"Shit."
