Explanation Station

As much as I'd love to find that woman I met yesterday and find out more about the whole Alan/Alana situation, I really need to leave for work. The last thing I need is for my boss to have a real reason to fire me. So for now, I decide to just finish my breakfast, pack up my stuff, and head out the front door. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), the second I step outside, I'm greeted by a familiar face waiting for me.

Well, at least she has more clothes on this time...

"Would you look at that? If it isn't my new bestie Kyle! What are the odds of me running into you again in a place like this?" She asks in a bubbly tone.

"You mean... outside of the house where I live? Also, we're not besties," I reply dryly.

"Looks like we're also going to have to work on your sense of humor. Obviously, I was waiting out here for you. I just wanted to try and break that initial tension."

Well, if that was her goal, she didn't do a great job, since there's an uncomfortably long pause after she says that. Though maybe it's just uncomfortable for me, as the smile never seems to leave her face.

"So... uh... it's Luck, right?" I finally break the silence.

"That's me! It seems I left a good first impression for you to remember!" Luck cheers.

She certainly left some kind of impression...

"Oh, by the way," Luck continues, "sorry I didn't come when you called for me earlier. I was kind of in the middle of something. I did get a chuckle out of 'Weird Pervert Lady' though."

In that moment, I'm suddenly reminded of why I wanted to see her a moment ago.

"What did you do to my dad?" I ask.

"What are you talking about? You don't have a dad. From what I saw, it looked like you had two moms. Don't you know your own family tree?" Luck question as she raises an eyebrow. I'm briefly stunned when I hear her say that. However, after a second, Luck suddenly bursts out in laughter. "Haha! I'm sorry! I can't hold it in anymore! You should see the look on your face!" It takes a good while for Luck to fully calm herself back down. "So, what did you think of my little surprise?"

"So you did do it! I knew it!"

"Of course it was me. I did say I was going to help you, didn't I?"

That response catches me off guard.

"What? How is turning my dad into a woman supposed to help me? He certainly didn't get off my ass about manning up," I tell her in annoyance.

"Yeah, I found that odd. I thought she might cool it on that if I took away her manhood, but it didn't seem to help. The human mind is interesting like that," Luck notes as she places a hand on her chin to think. "But anyway, I still think this is a net positive. After all, it gives you one more potential person to have sex with, and that's always a plus in my book."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Did she say something wrong?! Did she seriously just ask me that? "Wait, are you into guys? If that's the case, I suppose I could change her back..."

"I'm not gay!" I yell at her.

"I didn't think so. The source I got my information from was pretty confident you only liked women."

"The problem isn't my sexuality, the problem is I don't want to fuck my parents!"

For some reason, it takes Luck a shockingly long time to process what I just said.

"Really? I always thought that every guy in these things wanted to get with their mom," she explains.

"NO!"

"Hmm... well, something tells me you'll come around to the idea. Especially with how sexy your moms are," Luck says with way too much confidence.

I can't believe I'm having this conversation. Don't get me wrong, I'm well aware of how attractive people find my mom. Melinda, that is. I mean, back in school, people didn't shy aware from telling me how "hot" they thought she was. And I saw plenty of guys attempt to hit on her while I was growing up. I also saw almost all of said guys nearly have their arms broken by her almost immediately after. But why does that mean Luck automatically assumed I want to get with both her and my father-turned-second-mother? Something must be screwed up in her head. Calling her "Weird Pervert Lady" earlier was more accurate than I initially thought.

"This is absurd. I'm not having this discussion," I tell her before another thought crosses my mind. "And don't you think someone is going to notice when Alana shows up to work instead of Alan?"

"Didn't you notice your real mother's reaction? No one is aware of the change I made to Alana's body expect for us," Luck tells me, as if that's supposed to put my mind at ease. "As far as the world is concerned, Alana has always been a woman and you've always had two moms. Even when they look at old pictures, all they'll be able to see is her new body."

"And you've still yet to explain how that's supposed to in any way make my life better. Swapping the gender of my father doesn't suddenly fix our relationship."

"Who says that's all I did?"

Instantly upon hearing that, my body freezes.

"Wh-what else did you do?" I voice my concern.

"Well, I can't just tell you that. That would ruin all the fun," Luck quickly dismisses my worry. "You'll find out eventually. I'll just say that in addition to messing with her body, I also poked around in her brain a little bit. It's not a big deal. Nothing worth getting upset over."

Somehow, none of what she just said puts me at ease. I try to pry for a bit more information, but Luck doesn't seem willing to divulge anything else. She also insists that I'll enjoy what she did and that she has no intention of undoing it until I at least see what it is first. As much as I'd love to continue arguing with her, I realize that I'm starting to push it if I still want to make it to work on time.

"Whatever. This is going nowhere. I have to go to work," I say as I head towards my car.

"Great! Let's go!" Luck replies as she hops up from her seat.

"Oh no! You're not coming with me! I've had enough of you meddling with my life!"

"Oh, don't be that way. At least let me join you for a day or two so I can get some hands-on experience. I got dressed up for the occasion and everything! Look! I even have these sexy little glasses to really complete that hot secretary look." I ignore her as I walk over to my car. However, she quickly follows me, standing at the passenger door and leaning over to look at my over the top of the car. "Can you open the door for me? Please?"

"No! Because you're not coming with me!" I say sternly before unlocking the drivers seat and getting in.

After I put on my seatbelt and start the car, I'm startled slightly when I look over and see Luck sitting in the seat beside me.

"Surely you knew I could have done that from the beginning, right? I was just hoping you'd take the opportunity to be a gentleman," she teases.

"Ugh... You just don't take 'no' for an answer, do you?" I groan.

"Hey! You're learning! We're already off to a great start!" I'm not sure how old Luck is, and frankly I don't know if I really want to know, but that doesn't change the annoyance I feel when she talks to me like I'm a child. "Now let's hit the road! We need to leave now if we're going to make it to work on time."

While I don't appreciate her use of the word "we" in this context, she is unfortunately right. So with that in mind, I reluctantly accept that's there's nothing I can do to prevent her from tagging along as I pull out of the driveway and head down the road.