"Mommy," Bobby said. "That is Brandon...isn't it?" He said, sounding confused.
Brandon paused. "I don't know how to explain this...but...I am Brendan," he said, not noticing he messed up his own name. "I...could you come in, it's been a very confusing day.
Elizabeth squinted at him. He did look a lot like Brandon. "I think I should," she said. "Come in, boys," she said, ushering them in.
Brandon closed the door behind them. "I don't know how to explain it. Things like this don't happen," he said. "But...I've been...changing. Not just what you see. I know things I shouldn't. Adult things."
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. "Where is your mother?"
"Mary is in the kitchen, having breakfast. She doesn't think anything is wrong. I think. I tried to ask her, but...it's like talking to a brick. She just doesn't understand."
Elizabeth frowned. She could hear how different he sounded...at least in word choice. "You stay here. Let me try talking to her," she said, with some authority.
"Ummm...Elizabeth?" Brandon said. He didn't notice he'd started a first name basis with her.
"Yes?"
"I know you probably don't have any idea what this is or how to stop it. But...I'm glad you're here. This whole thing is...crazy."
She nodded. "I've known your mother for a long time, and I've known you since you were born," she said. "I'm going to talk to your mother. Why that woman hasn't gotten you to a hospital, or even called me..." She trailed off and headed toward the kitchen.
Brandon started to try to warn her about what she'd find, realizing he'd somehow missed that. He was cut off though.
"Brandon, how'd you get boobies?" Trevor interrupted.
He glared at the boy. "They are called breasts, Trevor," he said, sternly.
"You even sound like a grownup," he said, with a pout.
He sighed. "You have no idea. I wish it would stop...but it isn't."
"Our mom will figure it out," Bobby insisted.
"Bobby...your mom isn't a witch. She can't fix this I think," Brendan said, seriously. "I'm just glad someone believes me. I thought you'd all think I was lying."
"Why?"
He sat down on the couch. The two boys watched him like a hawk. He looked at them. "Just get it over with. Whatever you want to ask."
"Can I touch them?" Bobby asked.
"No, you can not touch them," Brendan said, gritting his teeth. "I have to wear something to keep them from bouncing around. And I put on a dress, because that's all that is in my drawers now. So no, you can not touch them," he said.
Trevor took his turn to ask a question. "Did you get cursed?"
"Looks like it. I don't know how though."
The two boys continue to pepper him with questions, much to his annoyance. He found himself rather...impatient all of the sudden. This whole situation felt like a band-aid he wanted to rip off.
Suddenly, he heard Mary calling for him from the kitchen. He jumped to his feet and hurried in.
