Mike is hiding under her bed.

You look around the room, which seems to be in good order. Stepping in, you call out "Mike? It's mommy, and I'm not angry; I just want my special necklace back, okay?" No answer. You walk in a little farther to check the room.

Suddenly, you hear the door slam shut behind you, and before you know it, you feel yourself being grabbed from behind. "What the hell?" you yell out as you turn your head just enough to see Jessica, your seventeen-year-old daughter, as her arms envelop your ample body in a bear-hug around the shoulders. Her eyes glow a dim red, but she is blank-faced and says nothing. You feel still more arms constricting closer to your belly as your other daughter, nine-year-old Sally, grabs you around the waist. You turn look at Jessica, "Why are you doing this Mi...?" Suddenly, you hear a noise in front of you and look down to see Mike climb out from under the bed and stand up, looking at you with a sneer on his face. "Mike," you begin, "undo the curse on them and let mommy go, we'll talk about thi..." but you can't finish, as Mike holds his hand up and his eyes glow bright red. You suddenly feel dazed and stop talking. "Thanks girls," Mike says, and your other kids just let go of you and stand back behind you like mindless drones. You try to move, but you can't. He must have cursed you too! "Mike, plea..." you start. "Shut up!" he yells, and you do; "Stay still!" He walks up to you until he is just inches away and looks up, as he comes to only your shoulders.

"This thing's fun!" he exalts, motioning to the amulet, "What can it do?" Now free to respond, you automatically answer, "With it, you can take over a body, morph one, curse a person, or haunt a person." He'd obviously already found out about options one and three. "Hmmmm," he says, "I'll have to try morphing and haunting some time," he says. He walks up and puts his hands on your fleshy boob, "these are interesting...I've mostly seen pictures; never dreamed I'd have 'em," he chuckles He makes his way down to your belly, rubbing a bit and saying "you may be the fat one by the time I'm done with you; we'll see." Your stomach still feels a bit queasy, given that it's filled with a massive dose of cookies, milk and crumbs. Further down, he feels your groin, "boy this is new," as you moan a bit, "but it won't scare me next time." With that, his eyes turn red; he turns around and simply backs into you. You can't talk still, but your body starts to jiggle and convulse, including you woozy stomach, while your son takes over. The body you wanted so much has now become your prison...again.