"Charlie? Jack? Are you up here?" a woman's voice asked from out in the hall.
"Take that off," the boy said, grabbing a strange-looking helmet off of Charlie's head. It had a bunch of wires sticking out of it. "If Mom finds you wearing this ..."
"Oh, there you are," a middle-aged woman said, walking into the room. "Why are you in ..." She paused, then her face tensed. "Jack, what are you doing with that?" she demanded.
The boy looked down at the helmet, then back up at the woman. "Nothing."
The woman marched over and snatched it out of his hands. "This thing is dangerous."
"I didn't use it. Honest," the boy said.
The woman squinted at him, then relaxed. "Just leave it alone, okay?"
"Sure." The boy turned to Charlie, then said "Come on, sis."
Did that boy just call him "sis"?
"Charlie, come on," the boy said.
Charlie stood up and left with the boy. It felt weird having this woman's body. It was so proportionately different than his own body. The breasts kept jiggling and the hips kept swaying. It was just so weird.
They walked into another room, another bedroom. This one looked like it belonged to a teenage boy, which he assumed was this boy Jack.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked. "Go to your own room." He pushed Charlie out, then closed the door on him.
"Charlie?" It was the woman from before, presumably Jack's mother.
Charlie turned around.
"Charlie, are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah," he lied. "Just a little tired."
Jack's mother smiled weakly, then headed down the stairs. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Maybe you should take a nap," she said, on her way down.
Charlie looked around the upstairs. There was a bathroom, and three bedrooms. One was the master bedroom, the one that he "woke up" in. Another was Jack's bedroom. So the third one must have been his, or rather the woman he was inhabiting at the moment.
He opened the door and walked in.
