“Michael, why so glum?” asked my mother, as I continued to think back to that stupid day. I then looked down; a man was painting my nails, same with my mother. The two of us were in the local nail salon getting are nails done.
“It’s nothing” I said with a faint smile. I just couldn't believe I was getting my nails done with my mother, it was surreal but then again looking down at my Double D sized chest, getting my nails done was the least of my problems with this new body and reality that accompanied it. “Ooh, I love that color!” My mother said excitedly while pointing to my now finished nails, that were now a nice light shade of pink. “Thanks, yours are nice too” I said trying to sound interested in the whole twisted ordeal that was now my life. After are nails dried my mother paid and we left the salon.
“So is there anything that you would want to do today?” My mother asked, while looking at her own nails, which were now a shiny light blue. “Not really” I said with a shrug. “Well in that case let’s …
