Sam's mother walks in

Sam was stuck watching himself for what seemed like hours, bending and prostrating in front of his sister’s mirror. Whoever it was that was controlling him… They clearly had a lot of poses they wanted to try out. He wondered how long they had been planning this? How many days and nights they'd spent imagining what they'd do if they had such complete domination of someone else's body. Did they know him?! Was this a targeted attack, or just some random leap at the opportunity? Had they actually wanted to catch a girl… but were just making do with what they'd caught? There was no way for him to know the answer to any of these questions, but they swam round and around his mind… Better that than focus on what was actually happening right now.

That was… until the unmistakable sound of a gasp cut through the air behind him. It seemed to catch even his mysterious controller by surprise, for they whirled his body around like a spinning top. There, in the doorway, was Sam’s mother carrying a basket of laundry. Her jaw seemingly frozen open in a look of bewildered surprise, as her eyes took in every detail of her son's current aspect.

“Sam... is that you?!” Gwen finally managed to ask, her voice quivering a little in disbelief. The young man trapped inside his own body felt a new wave of mixed emotions: Horror to be caught in so embarrassing a manner, but relief as well… Surely his own mother would be able to tell something was wrong here. Surely whoever was controlling him would give up and flee now they had been caught in the act…

But then, a series of expressions began to cross the face of his parent that he did not expect: delight and… excitement? The smile that emerged between her cheeks seemed pure, genuine and beaming. Almost as if this was some great relief for her as well.

“Oh, honey. I've always known! It's so good you're finally embracing it!”

She rushed forward, dropping the laundry basket in order to sweep her scantily-dressed son into a squeezing embrace.

“And don't you look darling!” She exclaimed. “So cheeky and sexy, it really suits you, you know…”

Sam just didn't know how to react to all this, even if he had been physically able to. To find out that the woman who had birthed him had ‘always known’ something that, as far as he was concerned, some perverse stranger had just made up on the spot; was rather jarring to say the least. Somehow it unsettled him even more than everything else that had happened so far… did this really not surprise her at all?!

To compound upon this, he felt the presence inside his body recover from their initial shock and also realise their cover was not, in fact, blown. A sweetly wicked smile spread across those borrowed lips, in answer to Gwen’s overtly enthusiastic one.

“Oh, thank you… Mom.” Sam heard his own voice reply in a **** and sugary falsetto that made his throat itch. “I'm so glad you think so!”

The trapped heart within Sam’s stolen chest quailed further. He hadn’t even begun to consider all the further problems that could arise from someone able to speak for him as well. Even with the **** effeminate inflection, that was definitely his voice upon which someone else's words were carried. How would he even begin to untangle all the damage, whenever this nightmare was over with?

“Would you like to help?” The question hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off. No! screamed the impotent internal monologue that was all Sam had left under his control in this situation.

“Yes!” Was the over-the-moon reply his mother gave instead.