Call Mom

You take out your phone and dial your Mom’s number.

It only takes two rings for her two answer.

“Hi… there.”

You stop yourself from calling here Mom, the whole point of this call is to see if…

“Lexi – why are you calling so early, is everything OK?”

Your heart sinks.

“You – recognise my voice?”

“Of course I recognise my daughter's voice. And I have caller ID, you know, I'm not that out of touch, whatever you may think.”

Caller ID that apparently calls you Lexi, too. Just like your mother.

“What’s wrong?”

“N… nothing, I just…wanted to talk...”

“Honey, I gotta go. The pool-boy is coming and you know how much I like to watch him work with his shirt off!”

She giggles and you almost ****.

“Mom!”

“Oh, come on, we’ve talked enough about men among us girls, haven’t we?”

“But... Dad…”

“Your father doesn’t mind me looking around a little. And get some fun by the side, if the opportunity arises. As I don't when he does. What's wrong with you, Lexi? We talked about that a dozen times since you're 18 and you always said you're OK with it.”

You don’t know what to say. Your Mom definitely remembers you as a her firstborn – daughter, with all the different activities and talks and shared secrets you would have that she apparently never would share with her son.

It's kinda more than you need to know about your parents. But then again - good for them.

"Nothing, I'm just - I woke up feeling a bit weird this morning. Long night."

"Oh - did you meet someone? I wouldn't mind meeting a steady boyfriend, once in a while. Or girlfriend."

"Mom - No."

Wait - does she remember you being bi? Or do her memories of you just not settle in on an orientation? You'd _definitely _be a lesbian if you _have _to be a woman.

Right?

"Not - like that."

“Ah, well. Talking about your father - you won’t forget his birthday dinner this week, right? You an bring them, if you _did _meet someone... You haven’t been home for so long. Your brother and sister are coming, too.”

Shit. That’s this week? A family meeting - in this body? Not that anyone seems to mind.

“Sure Mom, I’ll be there…”

“Nice, darling. See you then. Gotta go, pool time.”

The phone clicks. That settles that then, you’re a woman for everyone.