About an hour later, Mikey rolled over to his side, causing him to feel a sharp pain that he hadn't felt before. This caused him to wake up suddenly. After sitting up in the bed, he took stock of his situation. He wasn't in his room. He was in the master bedroom, his mom's room. Why was he in here?
He got out of bed, but found it to be much more difficult that it usually would be. But there was a reason for that. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, he saw his "new" belly, which had expanded quite a bit. He now looked to be at least six months pregnant. But boys couldn't have babies!
After managing to get off the bed and stand up, he made his way over to the bedroom mirror and looked at himself. He was a lot older, for one thing. For another, he looked more female than male, with large breasts. What was happening to him?
He was still wearing that shirt he found in the laundry room, the one that said GOING ON THREE KIDS on it. But it looked a little different now. Almost like it had grown bigger to accommodate his pregnant belly.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and then the door opened. In ran a little girl of about eight years old who kind of looked familiar to Mikey, but he just couldn't remember where he saw that face from.
"Linda, what is it?" Mikey said, as if on autopilot. Linda? That was the name of his mother.
"Zoe's being mean again, Mommy," the girl said.
Wait, did she just call me Mommy? Mikey thought.
