Friday The 13th

Sameer woke up at about 6:30 a.m. to start to get ready for school. As he 

started to clear his head, he realized it was Friday the 13th. He smiled to 

himself. Strange things are supposed to happen on Friday the 13th.

"Sameer are you up?" He heard is mother yell from somewhere down stairs. 

Except for his mother's constant scolding, life was perfect for Sameer. He was 

sixteen years old, and in high school. Sameer was quite popular, 

and his prospects to make the school football team were good. His grades  all grade all are not great, but he really didn't care. His parents were more 

concerned about it than he was. 

Suddenly his mother open the door and repeated, "Sameer are you up?" 

"Yes mom, I'm up." He grumbled.

"Then why didn't you answer me?" She looked around the room. It was in 

its usual state of sord(gandagi). "I thought I told you to clean this up last night?" 

"I forgot," was all that Sameer could say. 

"You forgot!?!" She repeated to herself in that tone of voice. "It's not like 

you were up here studying. You were probably on the phone again with 

girls. Really Sameer!" 

"I don't see anything wrong with that. Have you forgotten what it's like to be 

16?" 

That had an immediate effect on Teena. "I am not that old. I am 

only 34 years old. It wasn't that long ago that I was 18, and I had you. I also 

got married to your father, and was running a household at 18. 18 is not that 

far away from 16. I just wish you'd take some responsibility in your life."

"I will mom." Sameer said in his best innocent voice.

Yeah......right." Stated his mom as she broke into a smile, picked up a 

pillow from the floor, and hit her son in the head. "Well at least get up and 

get ready for school. Your sister is already up, and downstairs having 

breakfast."

"All right, all right. I'm getting up."

Sameer got up and showered as fast as he could. After he showered, he got 

dressed in his favorite pair of jeans, and a shirt which showed off his 

muscularity. Sameer was looking forward to today. Every Friday was lab in 

Chemistry class. He was the lab partner of Maahi, the prettiest girl in the class, and he was hoping to make time with her. Sameer came 

down to the breakfast table in a good mood, with a song in his heart. That 

good mood lasted until he sat down beside his 13-year old sister Sakshi. 

Sakshi was constantly torturing her older brother, and got away with it 

because she was her mother's perfect little girl. She was neat, where Sameer 

was messy. She was polite. Sameer was rude. She obeyed her parents, where 

Sameer tended to do as he wanted. In other words.....total opposites! 

Whenever they got into a fight, which was often, the parents always believed 

her. Sakshi had the perfect cover to make his life hell.

This morning was no different. Sakshi as usual picked a fight over something 

trivial. As usual, Teena believed Sakshi, and Sameer was in trouble again. 

Teena went upstairs to get the rest of her things and catch her bus. 

Meanwhile, Sameer tried desperately to explain to his mother how Sakshi had 

them all fooled. She was the cause of all the problems. It didn't wash. It 

ended up with his mother saying, "It wouldn't hurt you to be more like your 

sister you know." 

Sameer responded, "More like you don't you mean. She's an exact clone of 

you!!" 

"Whatever. It wouldn't hurt you to be more like me. Honestly, Sameer you 

need a direction in your life." The same old argument, however Sameer liked 

his direction just fine. 

Sameer picked up his stuff, in a huff, and rushed out of the house, without 

saying another word to his mother. That was all right with Teena, because 

she was just as pissed off at him. While Sameer started his walk to high 

school, Teena kissed her daughter, Sakshi, goodbye, as she went out to 

meet her bus. After the bus pulled away, Teena started to clean up the 

kitchen from the breakfast mess. 

All the way to school the thing with his mother kept on coming back to Sameer. 

It made him madder and madder!

As Teena was washing the morning dishes, she thought of her argument 

with her son. It made her angrier and angrier.

Simultaneously, in their separate locations, mother and son said, "I wish 

she/he could see things from my point of view for a change."

The next thing Sameer was aware of was that somehow he was back in the 

kitchen of his house with his hands in soapy water at the sink. He had 

absolutely no idea how he got here. He looked down at his arms that were 

sticking in the dish water. They looked thinner, and definitely less hairy than 

he remembered them to be. It was only when he pulled his hands out of the 

water that he understood that something extraordinary had happened to him.

His hands were very small, with long fingernails that were painted red. On 

his left fingernail was a diamond engagement ring and wedding band. Sameer 

recognized those rings. They looked exactly like the ones that his mother had. 

It occurred to Sameer exactly what had happened. He ran to the full length 

mirror in the hall.

As Sameer ran into the hall, he felt his chest jiggle and move. He paused 

before stepping into the reflection of the mirror. He knew what he was going 

to see, hoping beyond hope that it wasn't true. Sameer trembled all over in 

fear. Still, finally, he stepped into the mirror's reflection. There, before his 

eyes, was the image of his own mother, Teena. 

Sameer staggered into the living room, plopping onto the couch. He just sat 

there for a long time, in a state of shock, afraid even to move around. He was 

terrified of the sensations he was receiving from this body.

Suddenly the phone rang on the end table next to the couch. Sameer, by force 

of habit, picked up the phone, and without thinking said, "Hello?" What 

came out of his mouth was his mother's soft and sweet voice.

"Sam.............." the voice on the other end started. However it finished up 

with "...........I mean Mom?" 

Steve instantly recognized the voice on the other end of the line. It was his 

own. It was a lot different from hearing a recording of your own voice. You 

were actually talking to it. 

"Is that you Mom?" Sameer asked.

"Of course it is! Who else would it be? Listen to me. I'm standing at the pay 

phone, in the hallway of your school. I'm surrounded by my' friends, if you 

know what I mean?" 

"You can't call me by my real name. You have to call me Mom' so you won't 

raise suspicion?"

"Exactly. What happened?"

"I don't know. I was almost to school, and I remember that I was mad at you 

about what happened this morning. The last thing I remember was saying 

aloud that I wished you could see things from my point of view."

"I did the same thing Mom'."

"Someone upstairs must have heard us, and decided to grant our wish by 

switching our bodies. This isn't what I wanted at all."

"Nor I." Sameer's mother replied across the line. 

"Well what are we going to do? I can't be you!" exclaimed Sameer, very close 

to tears. 

"You're going to have to Mom' at least until I get home from school, and 

figure this thing out. Try not to do anything I wouldn't do. As a matter of fact 

maybe you could clean my' room like you' always do. Thanks Mom'. See 

you after school."

There was an click' and the sound of a dial tone, as Sameer's mother 

hung up. It left him there to contemp what he was going to do for the rest 

of the day, at least until she got home. For the better part of the day he would 

have to be Teena. Not only that, he would have to persuade 

others, if the need arose, that he was actually his mother! He decided that he 

better just stay in the house until she got home.

Sameer began to climb the steps toward the upstairs. He was heading toward 

his own room to clean up as his mother had told him to do, in code, over the 

phone. However, he stopped short at the opening to his mother and father's 

bed room. This area of the house was always off limits to Sameer and his 

sister. It was truly a forbidden zone, which only served to increase its aura of 

mystery. 

Sameer peered cautiously around the corner into the room. It was as if he 

almost expected to see his mother in the room. He then remembered, 

pointedly, that he was his own mother now....at least in body. She was at 

school now, in his body, and wouldn't be home until afternoon. Sameer was 

free to do a little exploring before cleaning his real room. "After all," Sameer 

thought to himself, "this is my room now!!"

He didn't laugh. At least the voice in his head sounded male!

Sameer padded into his mother and father's bedroom. It was huge, much 

bigger than either his, or his sister's room. His room especially paled in 

comparison. Steve felt a little pang of jealousy. The room was immaculate. 

Absolutely everything was in its place reflecting his mother's sense of 

organization. In the middle of the far wall there was a positively gigantic 

queen sized bed. It was already made, with not even a wrinkle in the 

expensive looking comforter. 

There was a big walk-in closet to Sameer's left. He entered it, seeing rows 

upon rows of his mother's clothing. Underneath those clothes were rows 

upon rows of matching shoes. There were low heeled shoes, high heeled 

shoes, flats, and even tennis shoes. He suddenly wondered what kind of 

shoes that he was wearing now. Steve tried to look down at his feet, but his 

view was obstructed by the bulge of two very large breasts. It dawned on 

him that up until now, he hadn't even noticed the breasts. Steve noted that he 

was wearing high heeled shoes. He had been walking around, even running 

in those shoes, and he had done so very naturally! After the initial switch, the 

feeling of the breasts moving as he moved, didn't seem odd or strange.

Continue..........

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