He brought a girl?

Your mother in your body, walked into the kitchen, a bright smile plastered on his face as he held the door open for the girl behind him. She was a petite thing, apart from a noticeable bulge in her shirt where what you imagined were 2 relatively big breasts, with long blonde hair and a collection of colorful tattoos on her arms. She looked like she belonged in a coffee shop, not in your family's kitchen. Your son's eyes sparkled with excitement as he ushered her in, his gaze darting between you and your father, who was still on the phone ordering pizza. "Hey, guys, this is Emily," your mother said, winking at you, his voice bubbling over with enthusiasm. "We met in class today and I invited her over for dinner."

You **** a smile onto your face, trying to appear welcoming as you introducing yourself to Emily. "Hi, I'm... uh, nice to meet you," you stuttered, feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over you. Your mind was still reeling from the sudden arrival of your mother and his guest, and you struggled to compose yourself. You extended a hand, trying to play the part of the gracious host, but your eyes kept darting to your nother, who was watching you with an expectant grin. As Emily shook your hand, her grip was firm but brief, and she flashed you a bright smile. "Nice to meet you too," she said, her voice bubbly and confident.

As Emily finished shaking your hand, your mother/son took her by the elbow and steered her towards the hallway. "Hey, Emily, I want to show you my room," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. Emily's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she followed him, her long blonde hair bouncing with each step. Your father, still on the phone, nodded absent-mindedly as they passed by, his attention focused on the pizza order. As they disappeared into the hallway, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. What was your mother/son doing, bringing this...girl into your home? It's as if she didn't want to swap back.