Deciding to wait for now and instead get to work figuring out your power

Chapter by thedude1

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You open the car door and step out on to the quiet street. You walk gingerly over the curb and up the sidewalk to your front door, feeling the odd sensations of your mother’s bouncing chest, as well as the constricting feeling of her bra and purse straps upon your shoulders. You ascend the stairs in silence and use your mom’s keys to open the door, and then you step into your home. Closing the door behind you, you call out, “Brooklyn? Tommy? John? Anybody home?” You’re a bit stricken by the odd sound of your mother’s voice coming from your mouth and resounding through the empty house. “Great I’m by my damn self,” you grumble to nobody in particular. You drop your mom’s purse and keys on a table and slowly head to your parents’ room. You step into the immaculate space and glace stealthily about, feeling odd to be in the room. In your house, your parents’ room was one that was sort of seen as off-limits to you and your siblings…the one you weren’t allowed to enter. “I guess it’s mine now,” you say as you walk up to a mirror and look hard at your mother’s sullen reflection. Her face looks beautiful, but sad and tired. Little bits of lipstick and makeup are smeared about from her tears. Her blouse is wrinkled up, with the top few undone buttons revealing a wonderful set of boobs.

You stand there and quietly ponder your situation. “Oh god mom….if only you were here,” you say into her reflection in the mirror, a tear running down the side of her face. You begin to sniffle, having to blow your mom’s nose on her blouse as the tears and emotions come. What are you going to do? You try to calm yourself, figuring there has to be away. “I’ve got to get out of you somehow,” you say to your reflection as your mother bites her upper lip nervously. “Okay,” you say as you try to compose yourself as you sit on the bed, “here goes nothing,” you say to the middle-aged woman in the mirror. You close your eyes and try to avoid thinking about the weight on your chest. “I just want out…I just want out…just wanna talk to mom,” you repeat to yourself as you begin to concentrate on leaving her body. Suddenly, you feel different…lighter.

You open your eyes for a moment and look down. “It worked!” you say as you glance again at your ethereal form, examining your hands and torso. You can see right through them, and that’s a bit disconcerting, but at least it proves you can leave a human body. You glance about and notice your mother lying on the bed next to your ghostly form. Her breathing was soft and steady. You stand and walk about the room for a couple seconds, and then you hear a groan. You turn around to see that your mother has sat up and begun to smooth out the wrinkles on her thin white blouse. “Oh my goodness,” she says as she shakes her head a bit, as if awaking from sleep. She stands slowly, smoothing her shirt and pants and fixing her hair. “Am I at ho…..how did I get here?” she says in a perplexed tone. “Mom!” you yell, but she just continues glancing about, oblivious to your cries. You get up and stand right in front of her, “Mom! I’m right here!” you scream at the top of your lungs. Your still-groggy mother begins to walk away, heading right in your direction. Instinctively, you put your ghostly hands out to grab her by the shoulders. As you have no body, your arms simply pass right into her chest.

Something strange happens, though. As your hands pass into your mother, you don’t possess her. Nonetheless, her body jerks for a moment and spasms a little. Her head drops until she’s staring straight down at her own chest, and her arms and shoulders slacken until she’s standing in front of you, seemingly in a state of sleep. “Mom?” you say pensively. “Yes master?” comes her monotone reply. “This is fucking weird,” you muse to yourself, “look up,” you command her. Her head slowly comes up until she’s staring right at you, her eyes glazed over and her face expressionless. Touching her must have triggered something…..allowed you to converse with your mother on a sort of subconscious level…like hypnosis or something!

“Mom, it’s Josh! What’s the last thing you remember?” you ask, pleased to be able to talk with your mother on some level. “I was talking to the nurse….then she touched me….then……then nothing,” came her robotic reply. “Mom, I’m sorry, but I don’t have a body, so I had to use yours. What the hell’s going on? Has anything weird been going on the last few days?” you inquire. “No master…yesterday I went to my appointment as normal. The doctor says we’re making progress little by little. I’m having fewer lapses now,” she answers. This is all news to you. “Doctor?” you say in surprise, “what doctor?” “Dr. Newman, master,” she says, “my therapist.” “Tell me about him,” you tell her, “and why were you seeing him?” Your mother does as ordered, “Well master, after you were born, I had trouble with some post-partum issues, and your father suggested I start seeing him since they work in the same building.” “…After I was born,” you say, “that was years ago…why are you still seeing him after all this time?” “Shortly after I began to see him, I started blacking out…I would be in the middle of something then suddenly black out. I’d come to….sometimes days later…wearing clothes I had never seen before and in places I never went. It still happens sometimes.” You were shocked by all this. “Tell me more about the lapses,” you say. “I’ll never forget the first one,” she states flatly, “I was walking out of Dr. Newman’s office toward the car. I saw a little boy of about 5 or 6 in the parking lot all by himself. I walked up and asked him where his mother was. He looked at me, smiled, and said ‘He's right…your melons are huge!’ Then he reached up and grabbed my belly. I woke up that night in the yard wearing just my bra and panties.”

1) Stay with this line of questioning.

2) You hear your father come home! Perhaps you can possess his body and use him to talk to your mother in a more conventional fashion.