No, you didn’t read the instructions. The nearest female is enchanted - your mom.

The next morning, you hit the snooze button twice before you drag yourself out of bed. You shuffle into the bathroom to shower. You only have time to scrub your face, armpits and crotch. You dry off quickly and pull on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. You rush down to the kitchen to grab an apple from the fridge and a granola bar to eat on the bus. As you’re heading out of the kitchen, you almost run into your mother coming in.

Your mom, Stella Harris, is a dark-haired, full-figured woman in her late 30s. She had given birth to your sister Abbie when she was barely out of high school herself. This morning she’s wearing a short robe that shows off her toned legs. The robe isn’t pulled very tightly closed, and displays a lot of cleavage. You mostly look away. You’ve always known that your mom is pretty and younger than most of your friend’s mothers, but these days, you can’t help but notice that she’s a very sexy woman. It makes you a little uncomfortable that you do notice.

When you pull up just short of colliding with her, she looks up at you. You notice her face flush red, and the blush spreads to her chest and ample breast. “Oh, honey…” she gasps out. She frowns at the apple and granola bar in your hands, and shakes her head. “That’s not a good breakfast. Sit down and I’ll make you something.” Her voice is soft. Her tone isn’t the stern reprimand she’d usually give you for skipping a good breakfast, but an inviting offer instead. “I’ll drive you in if you miss the bus. It’s ok if you’re a few minutes late, you’re a senior.” This is strange, she’s always been a stickler for punctuality, and never missing school.