New day, new changes

When your alarm goes off, you drag yourself out of bed and get dressed. You head into the bathroom and go through your morning routine, splashing cold water on your face to try to wake up.

A few minutes later, when you walk into the kitchen, your thoughts are already at school. You wonder what's going to happen today.

You sit down at the table next to your dad, who is completely engrossed in his newspaper. He nods quickly in greeting and then continues reading while you prepare a bowl of cornflakes.

In your first two hours you have PE with Mr. Myers. You don't even want to imagine what that exactly means, but maybe you'll at least find out something new about the changes.

While you're eating your cereal, you suddenly hear your mother's voice in the hallway. "Are you done yet, Nate? I don't want to be late."

Confused, you look up.

"Be late? What do you mean?"

You hear the click-clack of heels walking down the hallway, and suddenly, your mother appears in the kitchen doorway.

"To school, of course, Nate. What do you think?" she says in an annoyed tone. "Just like every morning. Every senior has to be accompanied to school by their mother. That's how it's always been."

You stare at your mother in shock. And it's not because of what she said, but because she's standing there completely naked except for her high heels, as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

Your gaze wanders in disbelief over her body. You see her voluptuous breasts, whose pale pink nipples are stiff from the cool temperature in the kitchen, a small, tattooed that rose you've never seen before, just above her clean-shaven vagina, her long legs...

"Everything all right, Nate?" your father asks, putting down the newspaper.

"Y... yeah. Everything's fine," you say, still staring at your mother, unable to look away. "But why are you naked, Mom?"

Your mother shakes her head as if your question were absurd. "Well, because those are the rules at your school, honey. You know clothes are forbidden for mothers. Are you really all right, Nate? You seem off today."

You take a moment to breathe. If your hunch is right, these new changes must be from Myers. More new rules that only you find strange.

"I... I'm just a little tired. Sorry, Mom."

Your mother rolls her eyes. "You should really go to bed earlier."

She walks over to your father and leans down to kiss him. It's not a quick peck like usual, but a long, intense kiss. You watch her tongue slide into his mouth, and to your surprise, your father casually reaches for one of her breasts and fondles it.

"You look wonderful, honey," he says with a broad grin as they pull apart.

"Still the charmer I married," she says, giving him another kiss on the forehead. Then she turns to you. "Come on, Nate. I don't want to be late."

You just nod your head, unable to form words. Then you get up and put your bowl in the dishwasher.

You take another deep breath. You know you can't escape any of this.

"I'm ready," you finally manage to say.

Your mother hugs your father one last time, pressing his face against her bare breasts. He wraps his arms around her waist, one hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. They linger like that for a moment before finally pulling apart.

Then she grabs the car keys from the counter, and the two of you leave the house together, walking out into the cool morning air.