His head with his Mom’s

Ethan came to a moment later, finding himself back on the ground. He held up his hand, seeing that ring was still on his finger. And now two of the four gems had lit up. He didn’t even catch the first one, but now a second-

“Wai-what the fuck?” He stopped himself. The voice that came out of his mouth. It was familiar but it definitely wasn’t his own. Come to think of it, he couldn’t help but feel something was deeply wrong with his vision. The colors all looked just slightly off from what he remembered. Like the wooden floors looked brown, but it was a slightly different shade of brown. The sky outside was a slightly different shade of blue. And the tits on his chest were a slightly different shade of chocolate.

He looked at the nearby mirror again, and almost let out another scream.

Sitting atop his body, was his mother’s head. A frightened expression on her face, her eyes almost bulging out of her skull as you got back up on your feet. Her hair was still up in a bun as you had seen earlier. Your hands came up to your face, pulling and feeling the skin.

“This is a nightmare. There’s no way this is fucking real.” He said, hearing his mom’s voice come out of his mouth.

“Ethan! Get down here, lunch is ready!” He suddenly heard from downstairs. His stomach lurched. That was his voice calling for him. Which meant if he had his mom’s head, then she had his. If that was the case, why wasn’t she freaking out?

Ethan began descending the ladder from the attic, as his old voice called out to him again. He was going to get to the bottom of this somehow.