Mikey's mother knocked on the bathroom door. She saw him go in there earlier. "Mikey? Honey, are you okay?"
There was no answer.
She knocked again. "Honey, speak to me."
There was still no answer, so she forcibly opened the door. What she saw on the bathroom shocked her.
"Who are you? Where's my son?" she demanded.
Mikey slowly awoke and looked up at his mother. "Mom, it's me."
His mother looked oddly at him. "Why are you calling me 'Mom'? Are you sick or something?"
Mikey carefully stood up, forgetting that he was naked. "Mom, it's me. Mikey."
"I don't know who put you up to this, but this isn't funny."
"Why don't you believe ..." Mikey looked down at himself and nearly screamed again. "It ... it wasn't just a dream." He grabbed his overly large breasts, not quite believing that they were really there.
"What are you talking about?" She grabbed Mikey's arm. "You're going to tell me what happened to my son," she demanded.
"Mom, you're hurting me," Mikey cried.
