"Daniel, you come back here..." Jon said, then paused. Daniel?
Linda...or Daniel...or whatever was already long gone. "What happened to that appreciation?" Jon mumbled. That didn't seem like Jon's mother...but that was what she had been claiming...that she really wasn't.
He headed out of the teenager's room. Everything seemed fairly normal...well, not disconcerting distortions. But it didn't seem like his home. He looked at the window. Same street at least...he could see their elderly neighbor across the street working in her garden.
He trudged back to what had been his, but now seemed to be the master bedroom. I'm going to have to wear the damn dress, aren't I? He thought. There might be jeans or something in the closet...but he doubted he was going to be able to get away with this...whatever it was becoming.
He studied the room, spotting a family photo on the dresser. He picked it up. There was 'Daniel'...average looking teen. And next to him was Jon...well, Jon with long hair, makeup, looking every bit the mature maternal sort. Do I want to check the mirror again? he worried.
It was the rest of the family that gave him even more pause. He didn't have much time to contemplate that difference before her heard someone calling from downstairs, "Mom, where are you?"
