"Wh-who are you?" Andrew asked, his voice soft and uncertain.

It seemed strange to hear a voice sounding that way from someone as big and strong as Andrew. The twenty-two year old man was at two meters two and a hundred and ten kilos.

"This is your home, right?" The man asked. "I thought so. I'm guessing her son."

"No, step-son... what, where is my step-mom?"

"Look at me. Notice anything, I don't know, odd about me?"

Andrew did notice how strange the man looked, especially the clothes, but he thought at first he was just a crossdresser. That in and of itself was not very odd to Andrew. He looked closer and realized with growing shock what he was looking at.

"That looks like her clothes, and, shit, that's, no way, that's her body!"

"Good, we got that over with." The man said. "I'm Ernest, by the way, and I already know your name, Andrew. So, yeah, I do have your step-mom's body below my neck. She's got mine. As for why, well, come inside. I don't feel like standing outside anymore than I need to and it is a long and weird story..."