Jon felt like throwing up. Spending six months as a woman would be bad enough. But spending six months as Sarah McMillan's mother? That was ten times worse. But maybe that's why it was chosen as his punishment.
Jon sat down on the bed and put the goggles/headphones contraption on, figuring that he had no choice in the matter.
There was a click, and an explosion of color, and then she took off the headset. She looked at Sarah, who was sitting nearby on her cell phone. "Well, this is going to be hell, but I'll..."
Jan grabbed the phone away from her. "Sarah will have to call you back," she said sweetly into the phone. "It is mother-daughter time now." She flipped it closed and stuck it away.
"What the hell did you do that for, loser?"
She grabbed the girl's arm. "Mom, or mother will do. If I hear you treating me with an ounce of disrespect, the first...and only the first thing to go is the cell. Is that clear, young lady?"
Sarah actually backed down. "Umm...yeah." she said, intimidated by the change.
