Son of mine!

Annabeth looked at her reflection in the mirror, turning her body from one way to the other, and smiling in general at the reflection of youth and energy staring back at her. "Now this, damn, this I like!"

Harold just laughed as he stepped up next to his sister, though he couldn't really call her "little" anymore by the way he stood nearly a foot taller than he was now. "Damn, look at all that! How it was wasted!"

She wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Look whose talking! All that tits and ass!"

Harold just rolled his eyes before he turned and looked at their reflections. "You okay with this?"

Annabeth nodded. "Yeah..." then paused. "You?"

"Yeah." Harold looked down at the phone in his hand. "Looks like I'm now Samantha Beach, age 42, hotel manager..." She paused and looked at Annabeth. "...and your mom."

"I can see the resemblance," she replied and looked at her phone. "I'm Gavin Beach, age 18, high school senior." He paused and then looked down at himself. "I mean, you and dad did some good work here."

Samantha looked down at her son's nude body and laughed a bit as he started to get a bit hard. "Damn, down, boy!" She laughed with him before looking back at their reflection in the mirror. "We live in Portland, Oregon, a bit of a change of pace, no doubt."

"Got a dad?"

She looked at the profile. "Yeah, definitely, though you take after me more than him."

He laughed at the picture. "Damn, I think you scored more than I did on this deal."

Samantha just blushed before she turned off the phone and looked at him. "You put the Plus on this one, didn't you?"

"You don't mind, right?" he whispered back and sighed with relief as Samantha shook her head and ran a hand on his cheek. "I knew Sandra did it on hers, she wasn't coming back, and I couldn't think about leaving you here..."

"Always thinking for your mom," she smiled and then, after nodding, pulled her phone back up. "Come on, we gotta get home."