Enjoying too much

"Good morning, sunshine," said Dan in an overly feminine voice, standing by the door with one hand on his hip and a teasing smile on his lips.

Mike lifted his head slowly from under the covers and stared in disbelief. Dan, still stuck in his mom’s body, was wearing a silky purple nightgown with lace details that left very little to the imagination.

“Dude… are you serious right now?” Mike muttered, rubbing his eyes like that would somehow make the vision disappear.

“What?” Dan replied, pretending innocence. “I knocked.”

“You opened the door while knocking! That doesn’t count!” said Mike, sitting up. “And what the hell are you wearing?”

Dan looked down at the outfit proudly. “Oh, this? Just something comfortable. Your dad said last night, ‘Honey, it’s been a while since you wore anything sexy for me,’ so I figured, why not give the man what he wants?”

“You didn’t have to take it that literally!” Mike said, panicking. “That’s my mom’s—!”

“Body? Yeah, I noticed,” Dan cut in, smirking. “Still can’t get over how soft these hips are. Like built-in cushions.”

Mike stood up, running his hands through his hair. “I’m gonna need therapy. Twice a week. Forever.”

“Relax, man. I just came to tell you breakfast is ready, school starts soon, and your dad’s waiting downstairs to drive you,” Dan said casually, pulling at the hem of the nightgown. “Look, it’s not even that short. See? Still plenty of fabric.”

“You’re lucky my dad doesn’t wear glasses or he’d have figured out something’s wrong by now,” Mike muttered, looking up at the ceiling in defeat.

“Nah, he’s totally in honeymoon mode. Made pancakes. PANCAKES, Mike. He hasn’t cooked breakfast in ten years. I just gave him a little wink and said, ‘Thanks, babe.’ Boom. Domestic bliss,” Dan said, laughing.

Mike’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. Did you kiss him?”

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Are we really doing this?”

“Answer the question.”

Dan shrugged with a smirk. “Look, when you’re pretending to be someone’s wife, you’ve got to commit to the role. I did what needed to be done.”

“You kissed my dad. You kissed my dad,” Mike repeated, horrified.

“Just on the cheek! …Sort of,” Dan replied, not helping at all. “Anyway, you’re focusing on the wrong thing. We’re keeping up the act until we figure out how to switch back. You do school, I do housewife stuff, and we avoid blowing our cover.”

“And the lingerie?” Mike asked, dead inside.

“Bonus points,” Dan said, spinning a little on his heel. “Your dad even whistled. Not gonna lie, it felt kinda empowering.”

Mike sat back down on the bed, defeated. “I can’t believe you’re enjoying this…”

Dan leaned against the doorframe, still smiling. “Let’s just say… if I’m stuck in your mom’s body, I might as well make it interesting.”

“This is the beginning of my villain origin story,” Mike muttered, burying his face in his hands.