Jon drank coffee standing up in his kitchen. He was fully dressed for work, and was glad he hadn't spilled coffee on himself. He had no time to change clothes. He had to leave in a minute.
A big project at work was on his mind. It had only been there for seconds, but he thought it had been haunting him for weeks. He considered possibilities that had never occurred to me only a moment ago as a teenager. In a worst case scenario, he could lose his job, lose his ability to pay the mortgage ... what would he do then? How could he take care of the kids? Linda, Zoe, and Mikey were all depending on him. He wished he could be a kid again instead of having to work on weekends.
While Linda had gone off to meet Jennifer Taylor, Zoe and Mikey were sleeping. Both were unaware that they now had their former mother's last name. Jon hadn't just swapped ages with Linda; he had become the son of Linda's parents. After all, he couldn't be the son of a woman who no longer existed. Nor could his siblings. Linda couldn't be her own mother - or the mother of Zoe and Mikey. The three children had half their original genes - inherited from their father Jon in this new reality - but the remaining half was from Jon's wife.
A woman who hadn't been in their house seconds ago walked up to Jon and hugged him. She was ...
