Randy's household changes again

"Randy, sweetie, are you alright?"

The woman wore his father's face, and if he listened hard enough Randy might have heard something of Rick Meadow's voice in the feminine notes, but otherwise it was like something from a bizarre nightmare. Every breath caused those firm tits to rise and fall from within their flimsy confines, a gentle bead of sweat slithering down the muscled and tanned body. The creature before him screamed sex, save the face that was unmistakably that a fifty year old man.

She reached out with a manicured hand to caress his face, and without thinking he batted the touch away."Get the fuck away from me!

"Randy!" The amalgamated man-woman snapped. "You do not speak to your father like that!"

"I don't know what the fuck is happening," Randy spat, backing away from the woman wearing Rick Meadows face, "but you are NOT my father!"

The woman blinked in surprise, mouth agape at her son's harsh words. Randy used the opportunity to brush past and moved through the house in a stumbling craze, his heart pounding in confusion and fear. Had he fried his brain, out there in the sun? Was he hallucinating? He needed some water and ran to the kitchen.

"Oh, Randy!"

His mother's voice broke through his thoughts as she came into the kitchen. Nancy was changed, though it wasn't nearly as shocking as her husband's transformation. The frumpy housewife had lost weight around the tummy while gaining the athletic body of a woman half her age. Her short brunette hair now shoulder length and blonde, her skin now tanned and oiled, her breasts full and threatening to burst out from within a pink bikini identical to the one his "father" had worn. Yet when he looked at her face, Nancy Meadows was the same as she always had been.

"What was all that ruckus upstairs?" She asked him, genuine concern in her eyes. "Did you a Riki have a fight?"

"Riki?" He stared in confusion, "Mom, who the fuck are you talking about?"

Nancy frowned. "Sweetie, if you and your girlfriend have had a fight then you really don't need to be so dramatic about it. You and Riki have been going steady for years now, I'm sure you'll get over it."

"Girlfriend?" He felt his heart beat in his chest like a drum. "Mom, really...what the hell are you talking about?"

Before Nancy could answer, a scream cut through the air from next door.