"Mom?" Linda said, suddenly speaking. "How could I be your Mom? You're older than me."
Linda felt progressively confused and disoriented, and was having trouble focusing on what was going on. She looked up at the woman in front of her.
"Are you okay?" Mikey asked. She put a hand on Linda's forehead. "No fever..."
"I don't feel so good," Linda said in a low voice. She'd retreated into her teen years, and her body was smoothing out from an hourglass shape to more of a rod shape.
She wiggled out of her bathrobe, the garment now entirely too big for her, revealing the simple cotton nightgown she had under it, which covered her like a tent. She wiggled out of that as well, dropping it to the floor.
This allowed Mikey to get an even better look at Linda's changes. She was now completely flat-chested, and...was wearing a pair of underroos with cartoon characters on them. Where did those come from?
Linda didn't even look like a her anymore. She looked like a little boy. A lot like Mikey himself had. There were a few minor differences, like her hair was now light brown instead of Mikey's dark brown, and her eyes were blue instead of Mikey's hazel. It's like she had become a little boy version of herself.
"How is this happening?" Mikey asked.
