(Originally from writing.com)
Swapped lives with her…..it has been different to say to say the least in these last three weeks, right when I used the remote, a flood of new memories entered me…..ones that were my mothers. Her early life, her friends, her marriage, they all became mine, so to speak, but what was weird was that not only did I remember my own memories; I also still possessed my body, with a few changes however. I now have my mother’s wardrobe, of which everything is now sized to my frame. I also have my hair in her style, long and wavy: I also have her long manicured nails and her cosmetics, like her nail polish and make up. The weirdest was that my skin was hairless now, not necessarily different, just hairless, like a women’s. I’m…I’m trying… to get used to it but… my life is gone, at least the one I knew.
All I can say is that I am scared. Scared shitless. Even a year later, I don’t know how to handle being a wife and mother. To be honest, I’m trying my best. I’m trying to be the best mother to ‘Michael’, or my own mother, as I can be. But I don’t know what I’m doing. My mom made it look so easy. It seemed like she knew exactly what to do to make me feel like I was protected, to feel loved from my own mother, to be protected. She was always the stud in those areas. How could I possibly fill her shoes now since the world around me thought I was her. How could I possibly fill her shoes?
“Morning sweetie” said my father, or I should say “husband.” “Hi honey” I replied trying to sound normal, but to me it was impossible, I mean my father was now my husband! My husband then placed a hand on my shoulder, it felt so weird. “Honey what’s the matter, something on your mind? You haven’t been acting yourself lately” my husband said, concerned. “It’s nothing” I said with a smile, one that really deep down wasn't. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Ugh it was disgusting, but this wasn't the first time he has given me one. I tried to look as if I enjoyed it. “Alright I’ll take your word for it” he said smiling.
I got up, I was still wearing my bra and panties, two things I never thought in a million years I would wear, but sadly that was now my life. I went into the closet to get a pink robe on. “Pink” I said, not a color I ever liked to wear but, not in this life. I put the robe on and went downstairs to make some breakfast.
Mon Jun 19 10:59:16 2017