This choice: They continue expermienting • Go Back... Michael took the medallion and pressed it again. Another flash and the couple was back in their original clothes. He examined the medallion a little closer and noticed a strange symbol inscribed on one of the dials.
"What's this?" he said, pointing it out to his wife.
"Oh, I think that's the teleportation setting!" Sara explained, "When you touch an article of clothing with that setting on, it teleports into that person's body."
"Sounds wild," Michael remarked, "what happens to the other person?"
"They become you," she continued. "Here, I think it would be better if we just tried it out. This one works with the time dial so you can set how long you're in each others bodies. Let's try it out for just a minute." she said, setting the dial to 1. "Here it goes!" she said as she reached out an touched her husband's shirt.
In a flash the couple swapped bodies with each other. Michael looked down at his petite body. "I can't believe I'm wearing your dress for the second time this morning." he mused. "It looks much better on your body," he said as he swished it back and forth. "The thong fits much better too!" He laughed, lifting up his dress to get a better peak at his underwear.
Sara laughed, "I feel so powerful in this suit," she said walking to the mirror and fixing her tie. "Like I need to go fire a bunch of people." She turned back to Michael, "you know, I think this teleportation setting has a lot of potential."
Michael looked up, he'd begin groping at his own chest. "I agree," he said with his hands still on his breasts.
With another flash of light, the couple returned to their original bodies.
"Well, I better get going to work," he said, "be thinking of ways to use the medallion while I'm away and we can have some fun tonight." he said, giving his wife a quick peck.
"Oh, I will," she replied slyly.
As Sara continued throughout her day, she kept on pondering on ways to use the medallion. She knew that sooner or later her kids would find out about it. She wouldn't mind swapping with one of them someday.
She'd love to swap with her oldest daughter Tara, a senior in high school. It would be a thrill to be young again, go back to high school, be on the cheer team (something she never got to do when she was a teenager). Maybe she could even fool around with her cute boyfriend.
Maybe she could switch with her only son Andrew. If she was looking for the biggest change, this would certainly be it. She'd have the completely new experience of being a teenage boy. Not only that, but Jack would experience her life, maybe gain a new appreciation for everything she does.
Finally there was her youngest children Kimmy and Brad. Switching with one of them would give her the most carefree life out of all of them. Kimmy was always asking to play house and "be the Mom", Sara knew she would be thrilled to actually be the Mom.
Thoughts like these filled her mind until it was dinner time. Michael was home and all the kids gathered around the table to eat. Kimmy strolled up in her Cinderella dress, complete with her tiara and plastic slippers. She sat down next to Andrew.
"Please pass the potatoes sir," she said in her best British accent (which wasn't very good).
Andrew rolled his eyes, "You're seven-years-old, why are you still dressing like a princess?"
"Be nice to your sister," Michael said.
"Why? I"m serious," Andrew continued, "And you're partially to blame for letting her act like this. It's like she's still a baby. She needs to grow up."
As Kimmy started to tear up, an idea popped into Sara's head. "Oh, grow up you say?" she said as she quietly pulled the medallion from her pocket. "Kimmy, can you please hand your tiara to Andrew?" Sara asked politely.
Kimmy wiped some tears from her face, "Why?" she asked curiously as she removed the tiara from her curly locks.
"Because I think Andrew needs to remember what it's like to be a kid again." she said as she fiddled with the medallion. "Let's see, 24 hours should do the trick," she muttered under her breath.
"I don't want this!" Andrew said angrily. "What am I supposed to do, put it on?"
"Nope, just hold onto it for a minute." Sara said as she got up from her chair and walked over to Andrew. "It's time you spent some time as Kimmy!" she said touching the medallion to Andrew's arm.
Andrew's vision went completely white and his ears started ringing. He inhaled sharply, It felt as if he had been dunked in a tank of cold water, but at the same he wasn't wet.
As he began to regain her senses, he felt like she was floating, his feet were no longer touching the ground and there was a cool breeze on his legs. Her vision began to return and he realized he wasn't floating at all. He was sitting at the same dinner table he had been sitting at just seconds earlier. But he was in a different spot. He was in Kimmy's spot. And his feet no longer reached the ground...his legs were too short. He stretched out his legs as far as she could and saw two tiny feet encased in plastic slippers with bright pink nail polish on his toes. They were his sister's feet.
His eyes traveled up the rest of her body, he was wearing Kimmy's Cinderella dress. He pulled a lock of his hair in front of his face to examine it. It was now blond like his mom's instead of his normal dark brown.
"What the hell did you do to me?" He exclaimed, hearing Kimmy's high voice coming out of his mouth.
"I'm teaching you a lesson," Mom smiled. She turned to Andrew's old body. "How do you feel Kimmy?" she asked.
"Wow this is so cool!" she said getting up. "Now, I'm the older brother!"
Mom smiled, pleased that her plan had worked. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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