You decide to give her some space for now.

You paused for a moment outside, wondering if you should go in and talk to her, your mom obviously feeling the weight of all that had happened quite literally reflecting on the woman she now was).

Unfortunately, you really weren't entirely sure what you could actually say to make this whole situation seem any easier, your little pep talk with your siblings being one thing, but this being something completely different altogether. You were also, as much as you were pretending not to be, finding it extremely difficult to interact with your mother on the same level as you once had; doing exactly what you'd told David and Tabitha not to and looking upon her still as that incredibly sexy, busty porn star from your computer, being unable to properly separate who she was with the body she now inhabited. Which of course caused many embarrassing and conflicting feelings withing you. Feelings that you really didn't want to have to deal with right now.

So, instead of going in and trying and comfort her (realizing you'd probably only make things worse), you decided to give her some space for the moment and quickly shuffled off towards your own bedroom. Once inside, you collapsed onto your bed, your thoughts still dwelling on the weirdness of everything now, and how it was soon to get much weirder. You had to tell are your friend's and extended family that your mother was dead. You had a 'funeral' to plan and attend. And you had to cope with just the simple day to day living with your mom in Amber Knights...in Stephanie's body, pretending like she was some long lost cousin (not entirely sure how that was going to work). None of this was going to be easy it seemed. Not for anyone.

After about twenty or so minutes of just laying there on your bed, staring up at the ceiling while you thought about all this, your eyes then gazed over to your computer, it usually being a good distraction, and hoping off your bed, you switched it on, figuring that you could do with something to amuse yourself with for the next hour or so while you waited for dinner.

Opening up Facebook first, you discovered a heap of messages from people offering their sympathies and condolences about your mother, the word having obviously gotten out much faster than you could have anticipated. Looking at them all made you feel rather uneasy it had to be said, as if you were some sort of fraud playing one big practical joke on everyone you knew. Not wanting to dwell on this, you quickly closed down Facebook without giving any sort of reply and instead began rather aimlessly surfing the web, before decided to check out some funny videos and stuff on Youtube.

Eventually, after a good twenty or so minutes of this, you grew kind of bored, and for a moment considered something that you would usually do in this situation, and that was check out some porn. You weren't a porn junky by any means, but being 17 and currently without a girlfriend (still working on that with Allison), so it was only natural that every now and then you'd have the urge to dabble in a little browsing of the flesh to sate your appetite. Unfortunately now, with what had happened to your mother, it had put a whole different spin on this previously harmless activity. "Shit, what if I come across pictures of Amber Knights?" you said to yourself, realizing that this was a distinct possibility, Amber appearing on a lot of the sites you visited, and having previously been a firm favorite on your search engine. You couldn't exactly view pictures and videos of her now, could you? Not now that the porn star on your screen would be, for all intensive purposes, your mother. It would be weird and wrong beyond belief (not that it wasn't already), seeing her nude body, with her legs splayed and her giant fake tits hanging out, being banged by multiple men and sometimes even women, doing such nasty, perverted things that your sweet, gentle mother no doubt couldn't even conceive of. I mean for Christ sake, it was hard enough as it was trying to block out these images and trying not to think about who your mother was when talking to her...your beautiful, slutty, huge breasted, porn star mother.

"Jesus, No! No fucking way!" you decided, quickly clicking the web page shut and closing down your computer, definitely not wanting to let that happen. Feeling very, very wrong for having even considered it (there being a conflicting feeling of both lust and disgust currently doing battle inside your head).

Finding something else to do instead to block out theses thought and the images, you hauled out a few old comics you had stashed under your bed, and made do with reading them, finding them to be a far better distraction than surfing the net had been.

When dinner time finally came, about an hour later, it was yet another slightly awkward affair. With everyone trying to do their best to act normal, but there still being a very stilted and nervous feeling in the air, even if what your mom had served up was a very clear reminder that this was still the exact same woman she'd always been; placing down a delicious looking plate of her famous, home made lasagna onto the table. During the meal your dad once again said very little, and although your little sister attempted to fill some dead space with talk about how her and her friend Janey had planned to go to her Auntie's summer house for the weekend, and how it was gonna suck now that she couldn't go, it really wasn't what anyone wanted to hear (though your mom did try and make her feel better by saying she'd be able to go again when everything had died down).

After dinner, your dad retreated again to his study and David to his own room to play video games, while you, your mom and Tabitha spent the rest of the evening watching TV; pretty much counting down the hours until it was time for bed.

Heading upstairs into your room, when bed time came, you were rather relieved to have gotten this first day over with, it having been extremely weird sure, but at least it was out of the way (even though with the fake funeral and everything coming up, there would be a whole lot of tougher days ahead still to come). As you went to turn off your light however, before climbing into bed, you managed to overhear your mother and father's voice talking from a little further down the hall, whispering faintly as if not wanting anyone else to hear.

Placing your head up against your door, your listening to your mother say, "No, it's okay, Paul, I understand. Things will take a while to get back to normal."

"Yeah, and there's...there's no point rushing things either really," your dad then nervously replied.

"Just as long as you're comfortable and everything down there. I don't want you putting your back out."

"No, no. It'll be fine. I've slept on that sofa bed a few times before remember." Hearing this clued you into what exactly they were talking about, your dad obviously referring to the sofa in his study, presumably having decided to sleep down there tonight rather than share a bed with your mom. This somehow didn't surprise you, though it still wasn't the greatest thing to hear, their being an obvious tone of sadness present in your mother's voice as she whispered, even if she was pretending as though everything was alright.

"Okay, well night then, Jennifer," your father said, before his footsteps began moving down the hall.

"Shit! Poor mom..." you thought to yourself after you heard a door swing shut and the hall light being turned off, figuring that what your mom really needed right now was support from her family, her husband especially, which she clearly wasn't getting. Not that there was anything you could do about it, your attempts at talking with your dad being quickly brushed off, leaving you with nothing else to do but once again hope that he'd manage to pull himself together for everyone's benefit...and soon.