Just as Mary was starting to build up some rhythm, her fun was soon about to be cut short. Running around earlier wasn’t the best idea as it was pretty late at night. Had Mary kept it quiet, no one would have went looking for her nor noticed anything strange. Mostly everyone was asleep at this point except for one person, Mark.
Mark had put Ben to sleep and had rushed Carly to bed. Once the two were asleep, Mark went to go crash in his bedroom when he heard loud talking from the other side. It hit him immediately that this was no longer his bedroom as he could hear Mary gaming with Paul. It made sense to Mark that this sort of thing happened but it still sent shivers down Mark’s spine as he realized he’d now have to share a bedroom with his dad. Slowly making his way over, Mark wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in the same bed as his father. As he approached the bedroom, he noticed his dad was already in bed, adjusting himself and sending out a few last text messages. Mark wasn’t mentally prepared for this as he chickened out. Immediately, he pivoted to moving downstairs. For the next hour or two, Mark spent time in the living room as he used TV to distract himself. In the back of his mind, Mark knew he couldn’t escape this fate but tried his best to delay it.
Around the same time that Mary began to masterbate was the same time that Mark had decided to bite the bullet and go to bed. Walking up the stairs, he heard the loud movement coming from his bedroom which immediately raised some eyebrows. He stopped and waited to see if he could hear anything and surprisingly he didn’t. He couldn’t hear Mary undoing her pants nor the beginning to her masterbation session. Mark shrugged this off and went to his parents’s bedroom as he cracked the door open to find his father dead asleep. His heart raced as he slowly walked over and sat down on the other side of the bed. He didn’t want to wake his father but still couldn’t get used to the fact that he was about to sleep next to him. This pressure combined with the fact that Mark never got ready for bed eventually caused Mark to change his plans. Mark quickly grabbed the first set of pajamas he saw and escaped the bedroom, heading to the bathroom.
Mark made it to the bathroom and threw his mother’s pajamas down as he looked at himself in the mirror for the very first time. It was kinda unreal seeing his body in this light as Mark looked normal minus a few changes. For starters, Mark lacked any signs of facial hair as his eyebrows were neatly trimmed to match how his mother’s looked. Additionally, Mark had her long blonde hair which still took time adjusting to having. What really made Mark’s look stand out was the makeup and piercings he had as Mark’s face was covered in makeup and his ears were pierced. Mark had to take some deep breaths as he realized this was the new him for now, praying that perhaps it’d all be reverted back soon.
Mark was about to clean his face and get changed when he heard some noise coming from his former bedroom. The noise didn’t sound like the banging from before which already had Mark’s attention. Had he not heard the banging earlier, perhaps Mark wouldn’t have noticed the noises now but now he was on high alert. Curiosity got the best of Mark as he exited the bathroom and walked down the hall. As he got closer to the bedroom, the noise only got louder as it sounded like some liquid being squished. It took Mark a second before he realized what the noise was as he ran up to the door and quietly began to knock. Hearing this, Mary’s heart sank as she looked down and realized she was screamed.
“Mo~Mark?” Mark whispered as he knocked on the door. Mary didn’t make a noise as her first instinct was to pretend she was asleep. “Mark? What are you doing in there?” Mark wouldn’t walk away as part of him was curious to see if Mary was doing what he thought she was doing.
“I’m uhhh getting ready for bed mom, no big deal.” Mary thought this would be her ticket out but she soon heard the door handle jiggle as Mark was ready to come in. Frantically, Mary grabbed a tissue to wipe her hand as the jiggling went away. She knew time was limited as this only meant that Mark was reaching for the bedroom key. Mark was too quick as Mary wasn’t able to get anywhere close to dressed. Her underwear was barely up her legs as Mark opened the door, shocked by what he saw. Standing there in the middle of the room was his mother with just a shirt and her underwear halfway up her legs. Additionally, the room had a small funky smell that made it clear as to what Mary was up to.
