He got up and looked around his room. It was starting to look like that odd juxtaposition of things that he'd seen in Mary's room...in a state of partial change.
It was the same room, with the same child's twin bed, but the childish touches were lessened. Many of his toys had simply disappeared from the shelves.
"Matter can't be created or destroyed. It can only change into other matter," he mumbled. He'd learned that in high school science... He yelped again as the thought entered his mind. "I'm a kid...I haven't been to high school."
Yet, it explained a lot. It was his mind that was changing. That's why he'd had so much trouble noticing. He tried to remember how he'd been thinking before this all started. But it seemed so long ago, with all that had happened.
If that was all it was, that he had the knowledge of an adult, that wasn't so bad. With Mary playing with dolls, someone had to know what to do.
"Might as well get cleaned up before Mary wakes up," he decided. He went to the dresser to get a change of clothes laid out before he hit the bathroom. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a bra. "Oh, wonderful," he said to himself, somewhat sarcastically.
He looked through the other drawers. Panties, blouses. The closet, dresses. He looked down at what he was wearing now. Nightgown. He looked up at the ceiling again. "This really isn't funny," he said.
