As you sit on the couch playing video games, you hear the front door open. In steps your stepmom after a long day at work, her heels clicking against the floor. The sound of her keys hitting the kitchen counter echoes through the quiet house.

"Hey, did you clean your room like I told you to this morning?" she calls out, her voice carrying a tired edge.

You don't look up from your game, too focused on the intense battle unfolding on screen. The smell of her perfume drifts into the living room as she walks to your bedroom. Seconds later, her shout reverberates through the house.

"Oh my god! How many times have I told you!?" Her footsteps storm back to the living room, and suddenly your game screen goes black. She's unplugged your PS5 right in the middle of an important match.

"Oh my god! Why did you do that? I'm not your doll! You are meant to do the work here! Mom is my doll!" You shout in a fit of rage, not even thinking about the strange phrase that just came out of your mouth.

Immediately, your stepmom freezes in place, her face going completely blank like a porcelain doll. The anger drains from you as confusion takes its place.

"M-mom?" you say, reaching out a hand toward her.

No response. Her eyes stare straight ahead, unblinking.

"Look, I'm sorry I know how hard your work is right now," you backtrack quickly. "You go sit down and relax and I'll clean my room."

Without a word, she sits down beside you on the couch, still expressionless. As you start to get up, a crazy thought enters your mind. What if...?

"Do ten jumping jacks," you say hesitantly.

Without question or a change in expression, she stands up and does ten jumping jacks effortlessly. You stare in shock as the realization hits you - you're now controlling your stepmom.