Isaac was having a very strange dream. To start things off, he felt like everything was completely out of his control. However, in a dream, that wasn't so strange, even though Isaac felt he usually kept some control, or at least some illusion of control, over his dreams. Anyway, that wasn't the strange part, it was what he was dreaming about.
He was eating, and he was eating a lot. Before him was a sort of banquet table of sorts, nearly every inch of it filled with food of one type or another. There was a whole roast chicken, mashed potatoes, pasta, bread rolls, desserts galore- and that was only what was directly in his field of vision. Even stranger, his forearms and hands didn't seem to be his own. They were smaller hands, slightly pudgy and manicured. Something about this should've made sense to him immediately, and he knew it, but right now it was all nonsense, one of the stranger, more vivid dreams he had ever had. He belched a triumphant belch between plates of food, sure a human being actually couldn't eat this much, and it was all just a dream. Finally, he grabbed a hand mirror that was just a foot away and brought it to his face- but it wasn't his face- it was Aunt Nora's fat face! She adjusted her hair with one hand and wiped a few crumbs away from her mouth, then smiled with her pearly whites.
Isaac awoke in a hot sweat.
"Something wrong, Isaac?" asked Aunt Nora, sounding as if she had just woken up too.
"Uhh...no," responded Isaac after a second, actually completely unsure of whether he should even share what he just experienced.
"Just talk to me," said Aunt Nora.
"Well- were you just...uh... dreaming?" asked Isaac rather meekly.
"D-dreaming?" began Aunt Nora, now a bit embarrassed, "Oh, I guess I was. You saw that?"
"I experienced it," confessed Isaac, "As if I was in your body. It was kind of freaky, to be completely honest."
"Ah," said Aunt Nora knowingly, "Yes, I imagine it could be. These last few hours being trapped in your body have been kind of strange as well."
"Oh, yeah- sorry," Isaac realized that what he had just gotten a small taste of was what she was experiencing full force.
"No need," said Aunt Nora.
The two, in one body, sat in silence until Nora spoke up.
"Well, I'm done sleeping- how about some grub?"
Isaac smiled and stood up, feeling just the slightest tightness in his boxers. Surely, he was imagining it, these boxers had been loose last night.
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