Mom took a deep breath, then said, "Focus on yourself, Clem, the way you should look. Clear your mind of anything else, just who you are."
I did as Mom suggested. Soon, I was rewarded by the sensation of swelling. I could feel my body growing to its proper proportions. I didn't let that break my concentration, though, and I stayed focused on the way I was supposed to look.
Finally, Mom said, "There. That should do it."
I opened my eyes and looked to the mirror. There I was, in my pajamas, just like any other morning. "Mom," I asked, "how'd you know what to do to fix me?"
She took another deep breath. "I suppose there's no sense keeping this from you any longer," she said. "Your father and I... we're not from here."
"When did you guys move here?"
"That's not it, Clem. We're not from this planet. We come from a race of shapeshifters."
"You... you mean we're... aliens?"
She nodded. "We were once the rulers of our planet, until a revolution sent us into exile on this world. Once we felt we understood the customs well enough, we assumed the Rodgers identities."
"A-and Rhea?"
"We wanted another child. However, I didn't feel up to being pregnant again. Perhaps it was just me, but I found the experience terribly uncomfortable, and your father didn't want to trade identities.
"Clem, listen to me. We don't want Rhea to know any of this. When she's your age, we'll tell her she's adopted, but she must never know that she's the only human in the house."
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