Victoria's Secret

I was a child when I found out. After my father left, my mother got a little slack, and I discovered her secret.

She hadn't closed her bedroom door properly. I was walking past and... I know it was wrong, OK? I was at that age when a chance to glimpse almost any breasts is powerful. My head moved as if on a string. What was that?

It looked like a flash of greenish... something.

A fancy new bra maybe?

I should've looked away, I know. There were so many reasons I shouldn't've crept closer, and peered through the gap.

There was some kind of lizard creature walking on its hindlegs around my mother's bedroom.

My guts felt cold and slimy. What was going on? What was that? Had it done something to my mother? It was wearing her underwear, and pulling on her clothes. I backed away from the door, horror scrabbling at me with poisonous claws.

I moved downstairs, my eyes fixed on her door. Moments later, mother appeared, patting her hair into place. Did she blink too quickly? For a second, did her pupils look different?

How long had that thing been walking around pretending to be my mother?

"Patrick?" she said. "Ready for breakfast?"

I couldn't make my voice work, so I made a weird strangled sound and nodded.

"Pancakes?" she said. I stared, looking for... I dunno, clues, or something. "Are you OK?" she asked. "You look a bit peaky."

We ate. My stomach and brain roiled. My sisters came in, sat down, poured syrup. Did they know? Should I tell?

I didn't. I kept the secret, and started spying on my sisters, wondering if they were imposters, too. I peered into their eyes, worrying I'd gone mad.

I said nothing for a decade, and then I got drunk and confessed it to my girlfriend as a "funny story of something I thought I saw when I was a kid". I woke up in hospital. I'd been attacked, brutally, and left for dead. She ghosted me.

A suspicion formed.

I used every ounce of cunning I had to spy on my next girlfriend.

Guys! All women are reptiles. Tell the others!

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Word count excluding note: 366

Submitted on Sunday 7th July at 14.17

*Quick Author's Note*

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Edited to fix formatting.

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