“Huh, what are you talking about? It’s me, Jason.”

“Huh, what are you talking about? It’s me, Jason.”She said, looking at him strangely as she helped him to his feet. “You passed out for a minute there right after you tried to pull off that ring.”

Ethan rubbed his eyes and shook his head, trying to process what had happened. Somehow, standing in front of him was Jason’s mom Vicky, who claimed to be Jason, despite very clearly not being a 20 something year old guy, who most definitely did not have a pair of tits as big as his head stretching out his black t-shirt and unrestrained by a bra. He glanced at the ring, again and gasped.

“Dude, look at the ring! Two of the gems are glowing!” He said, quickly showing “Jason”. Ethan had failed to clock it earlier, but on the ring were four identically looking quartz gems embedded into the metal itself. Two of them had changed color, the first to red, the second to blue.

“Okay, I remember seeing the red, but not the blue.” His supposed friend said, leaning into look at the ring. “What do you think it means?”

“Well…” Ethan said, unsure of how to word this. “I think the first one must’ve been from when that weird voice talked to me and gave me my mom’s clothes. And the second…okay, you’re probably not gonna believe me but…I think it gave you your mom’s body.”

‘Jason’ stared at him blankly, before looking down at himself. “What? Dude, what are you talking about? I’m still me.” He said, patting his chest down, then his thighs. “I think I’d know if I was my mom, I mean, wouldn’t I have a dick?”

“Okay, that right there. What are the odds that I dress like a 40 year old lady, and you have a female body that looks way older than 20. I mean think about it, does it make sense that you look way older than your mom? Or that you’re a guy with a pussy?!”Ethan said exasperatedly. He knew this ring had some weird way of messing with people’s perception of things, but surely there was some way of making Jason understand.

Jason turned towards a mirror, examining his reflection. His hand gently stroked his matronly face, examining the light wrinkles and feminine shape. “I mean…I remember just being like this my whole life…like I remember you making fun of me when my tits grew in. When I had my first period-“

“Dude, how many other guys do you know have had periods? Or even tits to begin with?” Ethan said again, trying to drive the point home.

Jason stared at the mirror, trying to understand what his friend was telling him. It was a hard concept to believe , that the body he remembered being in his entire life wasn’t actually his, but his mother’s. The person who raised him all his life, the face he remembered carrying him around and making dinner for him every day, the one who became the subject of his friends juvenile jokes about being a MILF. That same face was supposed to be his.

“Fuck, dude. This is some crazy fucking shit, if what you’re saying is true.” Jason said, taking a seat on his gaming chair and lying back. “I mean I don’t wanna believe you but what you’re saying sorta makes sense. I mean, yeah I don’t really know any other guys who look like me, or any other chicks that look like my mom.”

Ethan sighed, sitting on his friend’s bed. “I know. It’s crazy, but believe me, it’s true. This ring is cursed, and I guess if I try to take it off again, another random swap is gonna happen. Like I don’t even wanna think about what would happen if it put me in my mom’s body.”

“Hey, I know mine are bigger but I’d definitely spend a couple hours feeling up-“

“Oh fuck off, ladyboy.” Ethan said, a small smirk emerging on his lips. “Just because you look like your mom doesn’t mean I won’t hit you.”

The two laughed. Even if it was Vicky’s honeyed voice laughing, Ethan could tell it was still his buddy Jason under there. That in a way gave him some small comfort.

“So what now? You spend the rest of your life dressing like your mom while I look like mine?” Jason said, after the laughs had subsided. “There’s gotta be some way to fix this, right?”

Ethan stared at down at the dress he was wearing, unsure of what to say. “Well, maybe we can…”