It's Confusing...

I opened my eyes and then blinked, my head spinning, a strange tingling sensation all over my body. I was feeling nauseous... The room was blurry, and I couldn't remember where I was or even... who I was. Memories and thoughts were swirling together in my mind, confusing me and making my head feel like it was filled to the brim with cotton.

I groaned, my voice sounding different to my ears, softer... no... deeper... I couldn't tell. I slowly sat up, my head throbbing, and looked down. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a light blue T-shirt with very short sleeves that exposed most of my bare arms. Its v-neck collar revealed a deep, round valley of cleavage. I stared at the large, heavy mounds on my chest and felt my mouth go dry. I had... tits? I mean... Of course, I had tits! But... I had tits?! A part of me frowned at the word, not liking how crass it sounded. Boobs, breasts, whatever, another part of me scoffed. I had a pair of big fucking jugs hanging off my chest, and it felt kinda weird.

"Mrs. Clarke?" a feminine voice spoke softly from nearby, sounding worried and confused. I looked over and realized a young woman was lying on the floor on the other side of the kitchen table. I didn't recognize her exactly, but something about her seemed familiar. I stared at her for a few seconds as she looked back at me, her eyes wide with shock.

"Lena?" I said, still not recognizing my own voice.

"Yes?" She answered, sounding quite unsure of herself. Truth be told, she didn't exactly look like Lena anymore. Her hair was light brown and cut in a short but messy pixie cut. Her eyes were brown, and her nose was bigger, though not unflattering. Her jawline was stronger than Lena's had been. She was very pretty but in a different way than the girl I had known, though there was definitely a strong resemblance. In fact, she also looked like...

"Jake?! Is that you?"

She stared at me for a moment, seemingly going over her own memories and feelings, before nodding hesitantly. She looked down at herself, raising her hands in front of her face as if to make sure they were really hers. "This is fucked up, dude..." she said in a soft, feminine voice. Her mouth dropped open, clearly surprised to hear herself speak.

I shook my head, feeling once again my emotions clash together chaotically inside my brain when she swore. Now was not the moment to be my usual prudish self, Mom!

"Mom?" I gasped, searching for her in the room and realizing she wasn't there. Part of me almost scolded me for being an idiot. I was right here; of course, she wasn't there! She was me. "Oh my God..." I breathed, looking down at my big boobs and shapely legs. I looked younger... I mean, I was young already, wasn't I? But I looked even younger, and hot. I was hot.

I stood up, really disliking where my thoughts were going. I wasn't hot, I was my mother! How the hell did I ever end up with such a perverted son? I felt a surge of anger but also guilt and shame. "Stop it!" I snapped. "We need to calm down and figure this out."

"It happened." Jake/Lena whispered, their eyes still wide. "The Merge." They looked at me, their expression a mix of horror and excitement. "We're... fused." They said, standing up, wobbling a bit on their legs.

"Yeah, I got that." I snapped, annoyed. The surge of emotions took me by surprise, and I blinked, shaking my head, trying to regain my composure. Lena and Jake were both just kids; of course, they were scared. I needed to be calm for them. I looked over at my friend, who was now wearing a strange mix between Lena's pink skirt and Jake's pair of jeans. It was now a tight pair of purple shorts that left his... her... their long, thin legs mostly bare. They were wearing a grey t-shirt not too dissimilar to mine. Their tits somehow seemed to have gotten even bigger compared to the ones Lena used to have, pushing out the fabric and straining it. I blushed, trying not to look at their body and failing. My eyes seemed to have a will of their own, and I found myself staring at their thick nipples poking out from under their clothes.

"Okay, I need to get a hold of myself..." I mumbled, rubbing my temples as heat began to spread between my legs. What the fuck was wrong with me? Sure, she still looked a lot like Lena... Oh, and she was a fucking hottie... but since when was I into women?!

Since forever, duh... I rolled my eyes, annoyed at myself. I had always been into women. I had a huge collection of porn that could attest to that. But I wasn't gay... was I? My head started to spin, and I grabbed the edge of the kitchen table.

Lena/Jake seemed to have an easier time dealing with it all than I was. They were moving around the room, touching their own body, running their hands along their curves, which didn't help me at all, of course. "I'm a chick!" they said, giggling. "I'm a fucking chick!"

"Language..." I mumbled, but I didn't feel very outraged. In fact, I was becoming tired of my own stupid prudishness.

"I mean, I remember being a chick..." They continued, ignoring my comment. "But I also remember being a guy. This is so trippy." They looked down at their tits, grabbing them, testing their firmness. I swallowed hard, feeling myself getting hard at the sight. "I need a mirror!" They announced, rushing out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

I sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. Of course, these two assholes had no issues dealing with the fucked up situation! They were a couple of kinky little pervs! I was the one who had to deal with being both an eighteen-year-old nerd and a thirty-eight-year-old prudish mother at the same time. How did that even work, anyway? How were we supposed to live together, as two people, or one person, or whatever we were supposed to be now?

My phones, Bobby's and Lisa's, were now buzzing like crazy on the kitchen counter. I picked them up and started looking through the notifications. We had both received a bunch of texts from friends and family, asking if we were okay. I tried checking social media but quickly threw my mom's phone away to grab mine when I realized she didn't have any of the apps I was looking for. I opened up Xitter, and my eyes went wide. I was right; it was happening everywhere. Everyone was merging, couples, strangers, family members, everyone. There were a lot of panicked posts, but also a bunch of selfies of people celebrating and congratulating each other, showing off their new bodies. It was going to take a while to keep track of who was now fused with whom. Then it dawned on me... Dad!