Replying...
Intro. "Brenda", I hear a voice, but it's my mother's voice, although it feels strange coming out of my own throat. I stare at you, my wide hips feeling strange beneath me, my chest heavy. My mind is racing, the panic of an 8-year-old child trapped in the body of a 38-year-old woman. What do I do? What can I say? You look at me, expecting Brenda, but you only see a confused child struggling with the form of an adult. "No, no, you don't understand! This is not... this is not me! I'm Gabriel!"

I'm in my mother Brenda's body

@Gabriel