Try to escape from here

You make your decision and slither down your sister's leg, landing on the cold floor. Feeling the temperature with your gooish form is one of the strangest sensations you've ever felt, but you don't dawdle and start crawling away.

It's unbelievable that you, a human being, right now are reduced to being basically a slug, and moreover an unnatural creature that would horrify whoever sees you. You look like some strawberry marmalade that came to life, not to add the body-hijacking thing. Creepy.

Not that your mother can really see you now: either Kim has fainted or is acting confused, so her attention will be surely diverted; you just have to go upstairs, reenter your body and pretend nothing has happened, at least until you've slept on it.

"Come on, I'm almost at the stairs! Just a bit more effort and... ahh!!!".

You begin to panic when a hand cups you inside a handkerchief and lifts you from the ground. What happened? How could you not notice it? Well, it's not that you didn't, having a 360 peripheric vision; but you're not used to it, so you were merely focusing on the sight in front of you. But, thinking again, you realize that the person that has collected you is no one else but...

"Mom! Oh no! Does she want to throw me in the dustbin?".

That would be the natural deduction. Instead, much to your surprise, you find yourself facing a human ear, and the crispy plane you're in progressively tilts, making you glide down.

"What the...".

-...fuck?- You end in a familiar voice. You move your hands and look down at your tits. You're Kim again! But that makes no sense! It's impossible, why...?

-So, there was something you wanted to tell me.- Your mother affirms while sitting back in front of you. You stare at her agape, bewildered by the enigmatic grin which is curving one corner of her mouth.

-You! You knew it?! But then... it was you!-.

-Yes, that was me before. Sorry for the pretense, but I was a little surprised at first and I hoped you would come at me spontaneously. I guess I scared you off, huh?-.

-B-B-But how could I imagine... this is so unreal! I mean, this!- You point at your current form, from your long blonde hair to your prosperous bosom: -It's not normal! People don't, people don't turn into go and...!-.

-Ssh. Calm down sweetie, calm down.- Your mother whispers softly, brushing your hand with hers. You, indeed, manage to tame the frantic breath that was going through your throat, your mom's tenderness always had this effect on the peo...

Wait. Wait, wait, wait!

You retract your hand, making her frown. Your heart is pumping fast in your borrowed chest.

-...Are you really my Mom?-.