Take matters into my own hands

The next night, as mom was reclining in front of the living room television, I zapped her with the gun. She instantly deflated and I slipped back into her body, relishing in the warmth that her body gave as I pulled the zipper up and enjoyed the feeling as her skin became mine.

Once I was looking out through her eyes again, I somehow breathed a little easier. I picked up her cellphone and it scanned my face, unlocking it instantly. I flipped through her apps, trying to get an idea of what goes through her mind. There were endless tabs from online shopping with baskets of items that she would never purchase, aside from that there wasn’t much that piqued my interest. Curiously, I opened her banking app and was able to log in easily thanks to facial recognition and I had my breath escape me as I saw the balance. It was shocking! More money than a person can need in a lifetime, I was so proud of my mom that she was able to live such a normal life and hide this so we wouldn’t get corrupted by it.

I logged out and decided to scroll through Facebook and Instagram, surely there was someone on there she could meet. After about twenty minutes, I noticed on a Facebook post that two of her old friends, Kathy and Kimberly, were passing through the city this week. I immediately messaged them and set the wheels in motion.

-----(take suit off)------

When that was done, I put the phone down and fought with all my might to fend off the urges I had. I then reached back to grab the hidden zipper but hesitated. A part of me wanted to stay. After some internal back and forth I reluctantly unzipped her, shimmying out of the suit before zapping her back to life from the doorway. She didn’t even notice me and carried on as if nothing happened. My plan paid off a few mornings later.