Yes, but not like he thought

As the machine activated visions of Sonya in the kitchen filled Max's head and then he passed out.

*Sonya's POV*

Sonya was in the kitchen, washing the dish she'd left dirty from the previous night. She was wearing a pair of jeans pants and a white shirt and, on top of them, a simple white apron to protect her clothes from the splashing water. She had a pair of yellow rubber gloves on to protect her red nailed hands from the soap chemical substances and had her brunette hair styled in a simple tail to make them unable to block her vision.

All in all, it was a normal, boring day. She hated washing the dishes, it was one of the most boring things in the world, but still, she couldn't leave them dirty. She promised herself next time she'd go to the market she'd buy a dishwasher, like she did all the previous times, but she was sure she'll forget it, again. She was simply so much an airhead.

Anyway, it was a normal day, but then something changed. She felt a terrible headache and, for a moment, she felt like she'd lost consciousness, like she wasn't herself anymore. But then, as soon as it appeared, the headache disappeared. It seems it still was a normal day.

Or so she thought because, unnoticed by her, she wasn't the master of her body anymore. Someone else had taken control, but she simply thought she was still herself.

*Max's POV*

When Max's vision returned to him he wasn't in his basement anymore. He saw two hands, wearing a pair of gloves, and then he "felt" them.

He moved his head down to give a better look at his body and noticed that it wasn't his body anymore. He was wearing an apron, a strange thing since he never bough one, but the strangest thing we're the two enormous mounds protruding from it. It took him a while, confused as he was, to understand what they were, but as he did a look of realization appeared on his face and he gave a better look at where he was.

He recognized the place, it was John's family kitchen. A theory appeared on his head, and he ran toward where he remembered the bathroom was to prove it.

He opened the door and hastily entered, and then his jaw dropped as he saw his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the slightly pudgy 20 years old boy, in its place a tall brunette woman with killer curves.

He instantly recognized her as John's mother, the target of his experiment, and a smile appeared on his face. It seems the machine didn't work as he thought, but it was still undoubtedly a success!