Slacker (Part 1)

Neil couldn’t believe how much his mom had been bugging him. Every day since he graduated from high school, she had been yelling at him to get off the couch and find a job or go to school or something like that. He groaned. He was no good at school and the job market sucked. He claimed he had tried, but it was a lie. The truth was that he was simply a slacker. He just wanted to sit around, smoke pot, and eat snacks all day long. And despite her pestering, his mom was a bit of an enabler. Sure there were a few words exchanged from time to time, but she still never really pushed him.

This pattern continued for several months until one day it came to an abrupt halt. Neil had been snacking on some popcorn and watching daytime television. Slightly stoned, he thought he had somehow started tripping hard when he was no longer in the comfort of his parents’ living room. He felt uncomfortable. His clothes felt tight. He nearly tripped over his shoes as he tried to walk. He looked down to see a sensibly heeled woman’s shoe on his foot. He was a little confused as he followed the foot up smoothly shaven legs up to a pencil skirt.

Holy crap! He was a woman. And from the looks of it, he was some sort of business woman! Neil groaned thinking of the potential responsibility this body may have. He didn’t want any part of that. Instead, he ran off back to his parents’ house, as fast as these uncomfortable shoes would allow.