Carla Lettman waddled over into the living room, lighting her cigarette as she went, when suddenly her son Derek rammed into her. He must have hit her in a bad spot, because she felt like someone pinched her. "Watch where the hell you're going," she snapped at him.
She continued into the living room and dropped down into her favorite chair, right in front of the TV. Sucking in the smoke from her cigarette, she mumbled to herself "Why does that boy have to be such a fucking disappointment?" Then she turned on the TV.
As she held up the remote control to change the channel, she noticed something odd about her arm. It wasn't as fat. She touched it and realized that her eyes weren't deceiving her. Her arm was thinner.
Then she noticed her other arm was skinnier too. What was happening to her?
Derek collapsed on his bed, looking around his crappy bedroom. It was half the size of the bedrooms of other teenagers and very poorly maintained. But Derek wasn't the type of guy that really gave a shit about housekeeping. And his mom didn't really seem to care either. When she wasn't working, all she did was sit around and either watch TV, smoke, or feed her fat face. Sometimes she did all three at once.
As his mind wandered, he heard a shout come from another room of the house. He dismissed it as just the TV. Sometimes his mom had the volume up really loud.
But then there was a frantic knock on his door.
Slightly concerned, he got up off his bed and opened the bedroom door. His eyes went wide when he saw an emo boy standing in the hallway. He was wearing his mom's clothes. Could it be that whatever happened to Tom Welles also happened to his mom?
