As Freddy walked in the direction of his new residence, he accidentally bumped into someone, not really paying attention. "Sorry about that," he said, looking up at the person he ran into. "Mom?" he uttered, realizing that the person was his mother. But for some reason, she was dressed in a sports bra and running shorts. Wasn't she supposed to be at the store getting groceries?
The woman looked at him oddly, probably wondering if she heard him right, then said "Its alright. I should pay more attention to where I'm going when I'm jogging." Then she continued on her way.
Freddy watched her jog down the street, then turn a corner out of view. "Such a nice young woman," Freddy said, absentmindedly. Wait, what did I say?
He paused, feeling a little confused. That was his mother, wasn't it? He shook his head, thinking that maybe it wasn't. Why did he think that it was?
Frederick turned back around and began walking again towards the richer side of town. And after another few minutes, his encounter with his former mother was put completely out of mind.
As Michael stared at his "new" house, the sudden sound of a vehicle diverted his attention. He turned and watched as a black Rolls-Royce pulled up into the driveway and then was parked in the four-car garage.
Michael walked towards the garage, watching a 50-something Asian man get out of the car. When he was out, he gave Michael the most peculiar look, then headed out of the garage to meet him half-way.
"Dear, what is it?" the man asked. When the man didn't get an answer, he gently placed his hand on Michael's shoulder and asked "Michael, what are you doing out here? Is there something wrong?"
By this time, Michael was 16 years old, but he certainly looked more male than female.
