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Terrific Thursday
By Heather St. Claire
Marty Miller was depressed.
It was the last day of school, and that meant his sophomore year of high
school was over. For most students, summer meant a reprieve from the
drudgery of classes, but for Marty it meant something different
entirely--ten weeks of playing full-time nursemaid and housekeeper for
his mother Stephanie. Ten weeks without knowing when, or if, there would
be any decent food in the house. Ten weeks to wonder when (not IF) they
would wind up homeless again, or when he would be dumped in a foster
home when his mother went to jail again.
Stephanie Miller was still asleep when Marty walked into their apartment
shortly before 3:30 p.m. He could hear her snoring loudly, which meant
she had probably gotten drunk after getting off work the night before.
Marty sighed deeply. It wasn't right, it just wasn't right, that a 15-
year-old should be forced to be 'parent' to his 29-year old mother.
One thing you could say for Stephanie Miller was that she was fertile.
Marty was the product of the day she lost her virginity. The only reason
he arrived in the world was that the pregnant fourteen-year-old had
gone
in search of an abortion clinic and wound up instead at a faith-based
pregnancy counseling center.
She didn't make that mistake twice. Otherwise, Marty wouldn't have been
an only child.
Marty gathered up the clothes that his mother had shed on her way to the
bedroom and put them in the laundry hamper. He collected the empty beer
and wine bottles and headed for the recycling bin in the apartment
building's courtyard. He tried to put the best face on things. His
mother had made it through the entire workweek without getting hammered.
She had waited until Wednesday night, which marked the beginning of her
weekend.
Then he walked back into the apartment and whatever good thoughts he had
mustered faded as he looked around at the battered furniture and the
threadbare, stained carpets. It wasn't much, but it was all Stephanie
could afford on her thousand dollars-a month take home pay from Circus
Burger. She had managed to hold her job there for all of six weeks now.
Maybe it was true, what Stephanie had told her son, that the manager had
the hots for her. Despite her lifestyle, Stephanie had managed to hold
onto her looks--a classic hourglass figure, a beautiful face, a healthy
head of natural blonde hair. Yes, she was still beautiful as thirty
approached. But what about another few years, she sometimes wondered?
When would it all catch up with her?
At the moment, however, Stephanie was waking up, and her thoughts were
on one thing and one thing only--how long it was going to take her to
empty the contents of her stomach. Marty heard the sound of his mother
retching and cringed. He had just cleaned the bathroom last night. Now
he would have to disinfect the toilet and floor all over again. The Pine
Sol knockoff from the Dollar Store was so watered-down he was afraid he
wouldn't have enough to do the job.
Just as he was contemplating whether or not to make a trip to the store,
Stephanie emerged into the living room, clad in a tattered men's
bathrobe, her hair a disheveled mess. There were traces of vomit on her
chin.
"Hello mother, you're looking as beautiful as always."
"Fuck you too, son."
She sat down at the battered Formica table in their kitchen and lit a
cigarette with a trembling hand. As she closed her eyes to take a deep
drag, she heard her son's voice: "We can't afford car insurance
(Stephanie had been ticketed for speeding and driving without insurance
the week before, and had no idea where the money to pay the fines would
come from), but we can afford cigarettes?"
"Don't you start with me, mister," she snapped. "Nobody put you in
charge of me. I can take care of myself just fine."
Marty laughed. "You're kidding, right?" He walked over to the coffee
table, where one of his mother's newest purchases sat, a wooden Buddha
statue. "Let's forget about your drinking, your drug use, your time in
jail, and our episodes of homelessness. How about if we just focus on
the useless junk you bring into the apartment that we can't afford."
Stephanie felt her anger rising. "God damn it, I am sick of being talked
to by my own child in this way! I am the one who works for the
paycheck,
and I'm going to spend it as I god damn well please. I saw that statue
in a junk shop, and it made me smile, so I paid ten bucks for it.
Besides, it's supposed to have magic in it--the power to grant three
wishes, though one of the wishes is already used up."
Marty shook his head. "What are you talking about mother? There is no
such thing as magic! And even if there was, why would someone get rid of
the statue when it still had two wishes left?"
"The old man in the shop said the guy who owned it died."
"Died? That doesn't sound too lucky to me."
Stephanie smiled. "Supposedly he used it to wish for one hundred
gorgeous women to serve his every need. He had a heart attack after a
week of non-stop sex. Not a bad way to go."
"Mother! This is insane!"
"Oh, I don't believe the story for a second, but I wish it did work. If
I did, I'd wish for you to spend some time in my shoes so you'd know how
difficult my life is."
"Difficult? Difficult? You don't cook, except at work. You don't clean.
You don't pay the bills. I do all of those things. Yeah, I wish I could
be you for a while. That's the only way I could ever get your life
straightened out." As he spoke those words, Marty felt disoriented and
dizzy. He grabbed the kitchen counter and closed his eyes.
At the same instant, Stephanie Miller was feeling the same sense of
disorientation. This was more than just a hangover's kick. This reminded
her a bit of an acid trip, but the last time she had used LSD she was
still a teen. This seemed like a long time for a flashback, but she had
heard about that happening sometimes. She just closed her eyes and
decided to ride it out.
The trip was surprisingly short. Stephanie opened her eyes and realized
she was looking at herself sitting at the table. "God," she thought.
"I've never had an out of body experience before. This is kinda cool."
Stephanie watched herself open her eyes and heard herself scream, yet
she wasn't the one who was screaming.
"Mother!" Stephanie cried. "Do you realize what's happened? The wish
came true!"
Stephanie held up her arms, which were now her son's arms, and felt her
face. "Oh my God! You're right! I can't believe it! It must have worked
because we both wished the same wish. Well, I wish I was me again! Come
on Marty, wish us back!"
Marty stroked his newly-soft chin. "No, mother. No, I'm not going to do
that yet."
"What are you talking about?"
"I said taking over your life for a while would be the only way I could
really straighten it out. Now I've got that chance. You know, this is
kind of like that Disney movie, Freaky Friday, the one with Jodie
Foster."
"Lindsay Lohan."
"Actually there were two versions, one with Foster, one with Lohan."
"Oh yes," the new Marty said with a sneer. "My son the trivia expert.
Well, go ahead and spend some time as me if you really want to. I'm sure
you'll be happy to switch back as soon your first period kicks in."
"You've caused me enough psychological pain, I can live with some of
your physical pain, mother." The new Stephanie stood for several
moments, thinking. She had two days until she was due back at work.
There wasn't much she could accomplish so late in the day, so it would
be important to be ready for an early start the next day. There was a
lot to do.
"Marty," she finally said. "I need you to give me a crash course in
female things."
"Marty? You're Marty."
"As far as the world is concerned, you're Marty, and I'm your mother,
and that's how we better address each other. Do you understand, young
man?"
"Yes, MOTHER."
Stephanie smiled the sweetest smile she could manage. "Thank you, SON.
Now let's get to work."
And over the next two hours, the new Stephanie learned the technique for
putting on a bra, how to apply makeup, the difference between skinny
jeans, boot cut jeans and flare jeans, how to insert a tampon and lots
more. When they were finished with the lesson, Stephanie told her 'son'
to get dinner started.
"Me? Why me?"
"Because you're the one who always cooks, son. I want to take a nice,
relaxing bubble bath while you get dinner ready." She smiled at her son
and winked.
When Thursday morning arrived, Stephanie was glad she had taken the
relaxing bath and gone to bed early. Of course her son was still
asleep--but those habits would soon change. She left him a note before
heading out the door: "Don't go looking for cigarettes--I have disposed
of them all. We can't afford them, and they're bad for your health. I
expect you to have cleaned the apartment and prepared dinner by the time
I get back. Don't disappoint me. Love, Mom."
Stephanie took a moment to give herself a last check-over before heading
out the door. She had found difficulty in choosing an outfit for the
day. Everything in what was now her closet seemed to be too revealing,
too casual, too funky, too something...she had finally settled on a
simple pink long-sleeved blouse, an above-the-knee black polyester
skirt, black pantyhose and black pumps.
As she climbed behind the wheel of the '83 Camero, she said a silent
prayer of thanks that she had completed driver's ed during the school
year just ended. She had thought it would be years before she could
afford a car, but things had taken an unexpected turn. As she worked to
get the Camero to turn over she once again sighed over her mother's
choices. She had to have the Camero because she wanted a car that "made
a statement" and was "fun to drive." Little things like cost of
operation and reliability were less important. Finally, on the fourth
try, the engine kicked over and Stephanie backed out of the parking
space.
She had a full day ahead of her, including stops at the food bank, the
Courthouse, the Goodwill store, and a couple of others. She had to get a
food box for the month--she was earning minimum wage at Circus Burger,
which qualified them for help. The real Stephanie had been too proud, or
too lazy, to take advantage of this help, but now she was willing to
take anything she could get. She hoped the courts would allow some kind
of payment schedule on the ticket--there was no way she could handle that
hit to the household budget all at once. And Goodwill seemed the most
reasonable choice to start building a better wardrobe. Even the prices
in Walmart's clothing department seemed a little steep at the moment.
Then it would be on to the Dollar Store for more cleaning supplies....what
was that saying about a woman's work never being done?
She opened the front door to the smells of food cooking. Her son greeted
her cheerfully, and placed a plate in front of her as soon as she sat
down. Hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. Not very ambitious, but at least
he did what he had been asked. She glanced around the apartment. It
looked like things had been straightened up, the counters and sink
wiped, and their tired excuse for a vacuum cleaner ran over the even
more tired carpet.
"So what do you think?" Marty asked hopefully.
Stephanie quickly concluded that her son was on his best behavior in
hopes of winning a quick return to his own body. "Very good son, thank
you. The apartment looks great and this dinner is fine. If you want to
get a little more ambitious next time, you might add a vegetable. I
picked up some frozen veggies at the Dollar Store." Stephanie kicked off
her pumps and began to massage her stockinged feet together. "I suppose
I shouldn't be complaining about how my feet hurt or be asking how
women
put up with high heels."
Marty couldn't help but laugh. "No mom, you're better off not going
there. But let me ask you, what was your first day as a woman like?"
Stephanie was glad she was chewing a bite of macaroni--it gave her a few
moments to think. "Well, all the really interesting stuff seemed to
happen at the Courthouse. I walked into the building, knowing I needed
to use the bathroom, and walked right into the men's room. I was so
lucky no one was in there at that moment and I popped right back out
without being seen." She paused. "I'm afraid I'm not proud of my
behavior in the Court Clerk's office."
Marty asked: "What? Did you lose your temper? Wouldn't be the first time
they've seen me do that."
"No," Stephanie said, shaking her head. "It was when I went to the Court
Clerk's office to see if I could arrange to pay off your latest tickets
over time." She glared at Marty when she emphasized the word 'your' but
he showed no reaction. "The woman behind the counter said only the
chief
clerk could approve something like that. He was busy, but she said he
could see me in ten minutes. I looked on the wall and saw a picture of
the guy. He was almost totally bald and looked kind of mousy.
"So I excused myself to go to the restroom--the women's room, this time.
I freshened my lipstick, fluffed my hair, and opened the top two buttons
on my blouse. Then I went in there and pouted, flirted and begged. I
leaned forward across his desk several times so he'd get a good look
at....at these," said Stephanie, pointing toward her breasts.
"And?"
"And he approved us paying twenty dollars a month until it's settled."
"So where did you get the idea to try that?"
"Oh, watching you with the landlord last month when the rent was
late...with the repo guy from the rent-to-own place a couple of months ago
when you fell behind in the payments on my computer...shall I go on?"
Marty laughed. "Been there, done that a thousand times. Welcome to my
world." Then, after a pause: "Seriously, muth-thur dear...isn't about time
you ended this craziness and let us get back to our normal lives?"
Stephanie finished chewing a bite of hot dog and daintily patted her
lips with a napkin. "No, not yet. I want to go to your job for a while.
Figure out what's going on there. You've been there for more than a
month and haven't screwed things up yet. I'd like to keep the steady
paychecks coming for a while."
Stephanie shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat, mother. But what am I
going to do all day? Why don't you have video games or something, like a
normal kid your age?"
"Well, son, it's like this. A, we can't afford a game system, and B, I
always thought I was being smart by doing more productive things like
studying, and taking care of the house--and you."
At 2:45 the following afternoon, Stephanie pulled into the parking lot
of Circus Burger. The real Stephanie had been a notoriously unreliable
employee, often showing up for work late--if she showed up at all.
Somehow, in the six weeks she had been working for Circus Burger, she
had somehow managed to make it every single day, and had only been late
once. The new Stephanie aimed to improve on that record.
She got out of the Camero and took a good look at the restaurant. The
town of Hubbard had four fast food choices--a McDonald's, a Burger King,
a Dairy Queen, and Circus Burger. Circus Burger had been around since
before the national chains came in, but the place looked tired. The red,
white and blue sign out front was more than forty years old and was
fading badly. It had been at least twenty years since there had been a
coat of fresh paint on the outside and more than ten since the interior
of the place had seen a paint roller. The whole place had an air of
decay. Stephanie walked through the employee entrance with a sense of
wariness. She was greeted by a slightly built man in his mid-twenties.
He was almost rail-thin, but had a full head of curly black hair,
shining eyes, and a charming smile. Stephanie was more than a little
surprised to find herself sizing up a man in this way. She felt an odd
tingle when Erwin, the manager, son of the owner, and grandson of the
founder of Circus Burger, greeted her with a cheery "Good Afternoon."
The next eight hours went by in a blur. Whether out of loyalty or habit,
Hubbard still supported Circus Burger, although Stephanie came to learn
that business had fallen off the past couple of years. She spent all
but
her fifteen minute break on her feet, taking and delivering orders, both
at the counter and the drive-through window.
Marty was still up when Stephanie arrived home a little after 11. "Hi
mother, how was your first day?"
"Well, my feet hurt, but we agreed not to go there. I don't know. Fine,
I guess. I realized you--I--must be the oldest person working there. It
seems like all the other employees are teenagers, except for Erwin, and
I bet he isn't a day over twenty-five."
"Actually, he's twenty-six."
"Is it true he still lives with his parents?"
"He moved back in with them after his wife left him, and left their two
kids behind. Grandma takes care of the little ones while Erwin runs the
drive-in."
"I don't know why you said he's a nerd. I thought he was very nice."
"Are you blushing mother? Oh my God, you are! You think he's cute or
something!"
Stephanie glared at Marty. "I do not have the hots for your--for MY boss,
or for any guy. Get that through your head right now."
Marty gave an exaggerated salute and said, "Yes, M'AM!"
The next few days passed uneventfully. Marty kept hoping Stephanie would
see that he was doing everything he could to keep the house orderly.
Heck, he had even gone out looking for a summer job. But Stephanie
seemed to be totally consumed by her job. The following Wednesday night,
she returned to the apartment with big news.
"Marty wants me to be the assistant manager! Isn't that great?"
"What am I--what are you supposed to do as assistant manager?"
"Help with scheduling, inventory, things like that...and he wants me to
work on promotional ideas. I already came up with one--he's agreed to add
sliders to the menu. And the best part is, my pay goes up from minimum
wage to ten dollars an hour."
Marty nodded, "That will help us out. But look, don't get too
comfortable in my body, okay? Your period is going to start in another
day or two and then you might not think it's so much fun to be a woman."
Marty was right on all counts. At first Stephanie couldn't understand
why her jeans no longer fit, why her head ached, her back hurt, and she
felt miserable. Then the reality dawned. A couple of nights later, Marty
was in his bedroom when he heard Stephanie walk in; the next sound was
the opening and closing cupboard doors.
Marty poked his head into the kitchen. "What are you looking for?"
"An ashtray."
"WHAT?"
"I was having a really crappy day. Erwin yelled at me because I forgot
to put the meat out to thaw in time for the dinner rush, this bit-,
woman, screamed at me because I put pickles on her kids' burgers and she
had told me NO PICKLES! I was out back shaking like a leaf and crying--I
suppose it doesn't help that I started my period today--and Gina said
why
didn't I have a smoke to help calm myself down. Before I knew it, I was
taking one from her."
"It's called bumming."
"Whatever, SON, and one thing led to another and I stopped for a pack on
the way home, and here I am, smoking. Are you happy?" She took a deep
drag.
"If you're gonna smoke, you want to buy them by the carton, not by the
pack," Marty said helpfully. "I know how concerned you are about the
budget, and they're cheaper that way." Another glare from Stephanie told
Marty to change the subject.
"So how are the new sliders going over?"
"They're not. But I've got an idea for tomorrow." She pointed to her
breasts. "Since I've got these things, I might as well put them to good
use. And besides, they're bigger than ever right now, thanks to my Aunt
Flo."
"Aunt Flo?" Erwin asked. "Where did you pick that one up?"
"Oh," Stephanie shrugged. "Just hanging with the girls."
The next afternoon, Stephanie arrived at work wearing bicycle shorts and
a bikini top. She quickly hand lettered a sign: "Try our new sliders!"
and dragged Erwin to the curb with her. Erwin held the sign, while
Stephanie displayed a tray of the mini-burgers.
It was Circus Burger's best day of business in five years.
Stephanie waited a few days before springing her next idea on Erwin. She
ditched her usual polo shirt for a halter that day and made sure her
hair and makeup were perfect. She was confident in her idea, but if a
little flirting would help sell it, then why not? Marty watched his
'mother' fussing over herself before leaving for work and began to
wonder if he'd ever get a chance to resume his old life.
At 7 that evening, Stephanie asked Erwin to join her as she took her
smoke break out back. He didn't care for the habit, bur knew this was
what he had to deal with from most of his staff.
She was direct: "Erwin, it's time to do something big if you want to
save this place. I think it's time to bury Circus Burger....and introduce
Bikini Burger in its place. Every server wears a bikini top. It doesn't
cost a thing, it gets the town talking, and most importantly, it gets
them in the drive-through or through the door."
Erwin was agitated when he replied. "But my grandfather started Circus
Burger sixty years ago! And my father ran it until he retired! I'm
supposed to pass it on to little Cody when he grows up."
Stephanie had just put out her cigarette and put a hand on Erwin's
shoulder. She spoke softly and looked him squarely in the eye. "If your
grandfather was here today, Erwin, what would he say mattered most--the
name, or the business itself? Life is about change. The businesses that
surprise don't stand still. They change to meet changing times. Think
about it." Erwin agreed to think about it. And two days later, after
taking about it with his parents, agreed to it.
Marty kept asking Stephanie when they were going to switch back and
Stephanie kept brushing the question aside. "We've got so much to do to
get the place in order," she said. "Erwin--or his parents--agreed to a
face-life inside and out, and we're revamping the menu. I finally talked
him into going for fresh, local ingredients. We're never going to
compete on price, so we have to go for quality and atmosphere."
"And sex."
Stephanie gave her breasts a slap. "Yes," she agreed. "And sex."
By late August, work on the transition to Bikini Burger was far along,
but still wasn't finished. Stephanie got up earlier than usual one
morning and woke up Marty. "Time to get you registered for school,
mister."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's the law. School is about to start. You have to go to school."
"Oh. My. God."
"You always told me how bad you felt about having to drop out after your
freshman year when you got pregnant with me. Now's your chance to
continue your education. Might as well take advantage of it."
Marty wondered if his nightmare would ever end. That evening, when
Stephanie returned from work, his worst fears were realized. His mother
walked through the door--carrying a small bag from Rite Aid. She sat down
at the table and took out a home pregnancy test.
"Marty," she said matter-of-factly, "I'm sure you've used these before.
Can you help me out?"
"Sure, I--Hey! Why do YOU need a pregnancy test?"
"Uh, 'cause I'm late, really late."
"Who? Oh God, don't tell me it's Erwin."
"Yes, it's Erwin! And I really don't want to discuss this right now."
Several minutes later, the unmistakable blue line delivered its
message--Stephanie was pregnant.
"I can't believe this!" Marty cried. "I--you--can't have his baby, for
God's sake!"
"Oh yes I can. He's asked me to marry him, and I've accepted. He's the
best friend I've ever had, so kind, gentle and funny--and he's a pretty
good lover, too."
"Where have you two--I mean, you haven't brought him here. Where? Mommy
and daddy's house?"
"No," Stephanie said with a smile. "You know that old motel across from
the restaurant? Did you know they offer rates by the hour?"
"What are you saying? We're going to switch back! We've got to switch
back!" Marty looked frantically around the living room. "Hey, where's
the statue?"
"I got rid of it. I'm sorry, Marty, but I've decided I like my life too
much the way it is. Look, if I can get used to my new life, you can get
used to yours. Look, it's going to be wonderful. Erwin's agreed to get
us a house of our own--a real house! We're never going to be homeless
again! You're going to finish high school--we'll get you tutors or
whatever help you need. You'll have a little sister, a little brother,
and--" she pointed to her belly "--who knows what else? It's going to be
quite an adventure for all of us."
"I can hardly wait," said a dejected Marty.
"Oh, come and give your mother a hug," Stephanie said with outstretched
arms. When Marty hesitated, she made it clear by her expression that it
was an order, not a request.
As Marty felt himself being pressed against breasts that were once his,
he asked himself one more time if this wasn't some strange dream that
just didn't want to end.
Stephanie felt Marty's anguish, but she couldn't bring herself to tell
him that she hadn't actually destroyed the statue. Instead, it was
carefully hidden at Bikini Burger. If she ever got tired of life as a
wife and mother, she still might decide to switch back--if that was even
possible. She thought, maybe the statue's wishes were all used up, or
maybe the switch wasn't connected to the statue at all....these were
questions that would probably never be answered. All Stephanie knew with
certainty was that at this moment she felt more happiness and
fulfillment than she had ever known. And that was enough, more than
enough.
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