"Hold on, David, I want to talk with Mrs. Schroeder more. I'm sorry, I didn't even ask what your first name was!" Jessica says.
"My name is Kim!" you say, feeling weird how that just rolled off of your mother's tongue. "But, go ahead and check out this machine more with David. Maybe we can chat some more at dinner tonight? My treat!" You were on a roll. Asking a girl out was nothing you ever dreamed of doing. Then you remembered that you were your mother, and you couldn't just ask a teenaged girl out to a dinner date. "...uh... over here, in this house, of course, because I cook you know. Not out to a restaurant, no no no."
"Yeah! I'd love to meet your family, too! Let me call home and ask my parents real quick." She pulls out her cell phone and dials in her home phone number. "Mom? ... is it cool if I eat over at a neighbor's house? ... Kim Schroeder... You should meet her, she's really sweet... ok, thanks!" She hangs up the phone.
"Is that a yes?" you inquire, already knowing the answer.
"I'll be here! Is it okay if I come, like, around 6, or so?"
"That's absolutely fine, see you then! Nice to see you David," you say as you head back up the steps. You handled that extremely well. They genuinely thought you were actually your own mother! And you kinda asked a girl out! When you get to the top of the steps, you have a mini celebration. Shaking your mother's booty, and waving your arms.
"You okay, Kim?" You didn't even notice your father standing near the top of the steps.
"Oh, hehehehe, yeah I'm okay..." You feel your face getting a little red.
"Okay... if you say so," Mark says with a smirk.
You ignore him, and run straight into your room, and on the computer. You made the mistake by claiming that you cook. Even though you are in your mother's body, that doesn't mean you can cook like she can. You look up easy, but tasty dinner dishes. You search and search and search.
Then, you see it. The perfect dish. Spaghetti! You think to yourself, 'That can't be too hard to make.' You're right it's not. In fact, you've watched your mother make it before, so you have some prior knowledge. Plus, who doesn't like spaghetti?
Well, you got that out of the way. now.
"What now?" you ask yourself?
Oh! Well, you gotta look nice for Jessica, right? Well, knowing that your body probably won't appeal to Jessica, you decide dressing your mom up wouldn't be a bad idea. You go to your parent's room where you see your body lying in the bed watching TV.
"What are you doing?" your mother asks. You decide to ignore her, and go into her bathroom, where her closet is attached.
You know your mother has tons of nice clothes to where. You've seen her where tons of different dresses and blouses and skirts. Now, you just had to find the right one for the occasion. As you open the closet, you notice that it is stacked full of all kinds of clothes. You start yanking out the casuals, and finally find the formals. You narrow it down to two choices, a green silk dress, or a white dress.
You decide to go with the white dress. You undress, and put on the dress like a pro. How did you do that so well? Who cares, you look amazing. You start posing in the full length mirror in the closet, and this is what you see:
You are ready to knock this dinner out of the park.
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