Jon stared at his parents, still grinning, not wanting to let on that anything had happened. Every movement, every mannerism, everything that his mother did, Jon's father perfectly matched. She took a bite, he took a bite. She brushed her hair from her face, he brushed imaginary hair from his face. She smiled at him with a motherly face, he smiled as if he'd been making that face since Jon was born.
Creepy, Jon thought, admiring his handiwork. He wondered if he should try to reverse the changes, but decided to wait. His mother was planning on spending the day at home tidying up, so now she'd have help. Besides, Jon had no idea how to even approach reversing this mind-copying. Was his father's mind gone forever?
Once Jon knew more about his power, he decided, he'd come back to his dad and see what he could do. For now, Jon would allow his dad to enjoy a 'walk on the mom side' for a bit.
Breakfast didn't last long, as usual, and Jon volunteered to clear up while his parent declared in unison that they were heading upstairs to get ready for the day. Jon couldn't help but smiling, imagining the final product of that endeavour. He'd have to take some pictures so that he'd remember it.
Dishes loaded in the dishwasher, excited about the day, Jon decided to...
