Everyone in the neighborhood knew the kid in the house living next to me was weird, but few truly appreciated just how weird he was. I didn’t myself until I got a knock at my door at 2PM one Saturday. His mom was in tears and the 10-year-old brat just stood there with a scowl on his face.
“Please, leave Mr. Weiss alone,” The mom begged.
Her pleas went unanswered as the kid started speaking in Latin or something, mist swirled around us, and the next thing I knew I was looking at myself.
“Now, take me to the arcade, MOM, now. You’re a fun mom now, right?” The kid was talking to me for some reason, and it took me a second to realize why. He had swapped me into his mom’s body. Considering the power this kid had, I decided best not to piss him off and agreed to take him.
I just sort of stood there and watched him, feeling awkward being a middle aged mom instead of a 20-something year old guy. I let him play until the arcade closed and even let him have ice cream for dinner.
I had hoped being nice would convince him to give me my body back. Instead, he told me I was a way better mom than his own mom had ever been, and he was going to keep me like this.
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