"Mom, what are you doing?" Jon asked.
Jane slapped Sarah's nametag on her own chest. "Giving her a taste of her own medici..." she trailed off, suddenly feeling a sense of disorientation, one mirrored by Sarah herself.
"You can't do this," Sarah started.
Jon stared at her. Sarah was changing. Her tight and extremely short t-shirt was growing...her heels shrinking, and her mini-skirt turning into...well, a skirt. That was tame compared to the rest of what he saw. She was aging at an incredibly fast rate, her perfect figure suffering a bit as she did.
It was shocking to see Sarah go from a sexy teen in tight clothes to middle-aged woman.
"Mom...what did you..." Jon insisted. He trailed off as he saw the teenage girl his mother had become. He'd seen pictures of his mom at that age, and she never looked like that.
"Mom? Do I look like your mom right now?" She said.
Jon looked at them. "Could one of you please explain what is going on here?" He demanded, all pretense of pretending to go along with this gone.
"We swapped...didn't you pay attention to anything?" Jane said. "That's the whole point of this stupid party."
"I'm going to find Dad," Jon insisted. If he even was still in his right mind, he thought. "Don't move."
That left the two alone for a moment. Sarah looked at her, furious, but controlling it. "You think you did something great, but you did something really stupid," she said.
