Mother is calling

Francis didn’t know what to do.

“Francine,” his mother was calling him again, “You can finish cleaning the attic later. Come down and eat your lunch.”

He did a double take and again checked himself over. “No cock or balls, and huge breasts,” he said inwardly.

“I’ll be right down mom,” he shouted to his mom still dazed at the sound of his feminine voice. Stunned by his situation, Francis did realize that he’d been in the attic since breakfast and he was hungry. “I’m just going to clean up first. The attic was a bit dusty,” he shouted back down.

“Who was the girl in the mirror? What do I do now that the mirror is broken? How is it that my mother called me Francine?” were the questions that constantly kept running through his mind as he climbed down the attic stairs.

Francis entered the bathroom to wash up. The reflection in the mirror was that of the girl in the attic mirror. Beautiful dark hair cascaded down past his perfect face. He batted his eyelashes, admiring his reflection. He pursed his lips and licked them with his tongue. It was like he had his own personal porn star. He stood up on his toes to see more of himself in the mirror. His breasts were bursting from his shirt.

BANG BANG BANG “Francine Dinner,” his mother yelled.

Shaken from his admiration for his new form, Francis finished washing up and headed downstairs for lunch.

Everything seemed to be the same as he remembered it. The kitchen was the same, his mom looked the same, and his lunch…. His lunch was a small salad and a glass of water.

“Where’s my sandwich mom,” he asked.

She looked at him with a puzzled face. “Sandwich, oh yea your sandwich,” she mocked. “Nice try, but you’ll never fit into your wedding dress if you keep eating like that,” she added.

“Wedding Dress?” Francis was feeling faint.