Jon looked at his mom carefully. There were no obvious changes that he could see. However, that opinion quickly changed when she reached down and scratched her crotch. Tossing the throw pillows she had been holding idly aside, Linda threw herself back onto the couch in just the way she used to yell at Jon for. "Hey, buddy!" she said, "What's happening?"
"Not much..." Jon began, trying to get a feel for how much she had changed, "how are you feeling?"
Linda reached up and began scratching one of her breasts. "Dude, I'm good! I was thinking about shooting some hoops. Wanna play a little one-on-one?"
