His mother. And she's pissed about the mess in her kitchen.

James' eyes flew open and his head flipped around to the kitchen's door, abruptly ending the kiss: There, his mother Anne stood, keys still in hand, somewhere between rage and confusion.

"Micaela! Why in the world are you naked in my kitchen?!" Anne fumed, "And what is going on with all this goop everywhere?! It smells like..."

She trailed off as she realized just what she was smelling. James and Micaela were still entangled in a tight hug, looking at James' mother with trepidation. This was all too sudden! They hadn't had time to prepare anything, not even clean the kitchen, so the 'deer in the headlights' effect was in full swing. Anne stalked over to the pair, lips pressed together in a thin line, eyes blazing with fury.

"And you! Who even are y--JAMES?!" she screamed as she finally recognized her son turned futa-daughter, "What have you done to yourself?!"

"I--mom, it... it was an accident!"

"I'm sure it was. You always do these irresponsible things! Why do you always have to make me worry?!"

"But mom, I just... I didn't think..." James stammered, face red as his mother kept berating him.

"Of course not. When do you ever think things through?"

Micaela had enough of the one-sided argument and decided to intervene.