“Drew?” Barb creaked open the door to her son’s room, and quickly averted her eyes when she found he was nearly naked, “Good gracious, why aren’t you dressed? You said you had classes this morning.”

“I’m not going.” Drew quietly pouted. “Everyone’s gonna stare at me. Plus my old jeans can’t fit over this big, stupid butt, the bra you got me digs into my shoulders, my thighs hurt from rubbing against each other all day, my hair’s a mess, the makeup’s making my cheeks look puffy…” his eyes were getting misty; he was ready to break down in tears. 

“Maybe if you hadn’t…” Barb trailed off, what she was about to say wouldn’t help matters.

Drew lost his temper at that, “Didn’t WHAT, Mom? Do what EVERY guy my age does every day? And for that I have to pay for it for the rest of my life?” he impotently kicked at a nearby stool, doing nothing besides hurting his dainty little foot and send his hefty backside into a jiggling frenzy.

Barb backed off. He was right to vent; her nerves were fraying having to deal with her hysterical, female son, but it wasn’t her life that was flipped upside down. Drew was unfortunate enough to spend an intimate moment alone when the FOSE hit, so in addition to everyone gossiping about his personal proclivities, he was stuck in the body of a curvaceous porn star, a popular enough porn star that he was recognised in public. Last year, he was so excited to move out, finally gain some independence, and now the housing offices had asked him to leave the dorms until they could find arrangements that better suited his… current presentation, now he was forced to move back into his childhood bedroom. It was also apparent that Drew wasn’t just having a bad day: it had been a few weeks already, so it was only a matter of time before he’d have to deal with his first period. She did NOT look forward to teaching him about all that. 

“I understand this is a difficult time for you,” Barb began carefully, “But you’ve missed too many lectures, as of late. We worked too hard to get you into a good college, and I will not let you throw away your future like this. Now put on one of my skirts, and we’ll get you fitted for some new pants this weekend.” 

Drew glared in her direction, but knew better than to talk back to his mother. “Fine,” he huffed, “Maybe if I go out, some jackass will jack off to me, and I’ll get to be a dude again…”

Barb let that slide, at least he was making an attempt at readjusting. She just prayed that this FOSE thing would reverse itself soon, because her son’s emotional distress was weighing heavily on all of them.