Wake up!

“Time to wake up, champ,” said Cain, pulling the curtains open with a mischievous grin.

“Just five more minutes, Mom...” Frederick mumbled, rolling over in bed.

“Well, look at that! You finally admitted I’m your mom. I’m touched,” Cain replied, pretending to be moved.

Frederick slowly opened his eyes, still groggy, but as soon as he saw what was happening, he practically jumped out of bed in shock.

“Dude! What are you doing in my room?! And worse, what are you wearing—or not wearing?!” he shouted, eyes wide.

“Oh, I just came to wake up my little boy. You’re almost late for college, and you’re snoring like a pig,” Cain said, laughing idiotically.

“First of all, you’re not my mom. Ever since that insane global body-swap thing happened and scrambled who-knows-how-many people, you ended up in her body, and it’s just... too weird. I haven’t even started to wrap my head around it.”

“Well,” Cain replied, suddenly more serious, “the authorities said anyone who wanted to could go to the reeducation camps. But I chose to accept it. Sure, I lost a few years of my life—your mom’s not exactly young—but I already knew her routine, so adapting wasn’t too hard... aside from you, still stubbornly refusing to accept this new reality.”

“Oh, so I’m just supposed to accept that one of my best friends now lives in my mom’s body, stays here 24/7, barges into my room without knocking, and insists on wearing every kind of provocative outfit around the house? That’s when you’re even wearing anything—because I’ve seen you strut around in every single piece of lingerie she owns!” Frederick snapped, finally getting up.

Without waiting for a response, he stormed off to the bathroom, hoping that a cold shower might wake him up from this never-ending nightmare.