Walking further down your street you head to the bench at the bus stop. At the stop there are no commuters waiting for the bus yet, but maybe that'll change in a couple of minutes. Behind the stop are a couple of nice homes separated by a waist high hedgerow. There you see two women talking to each other who are just within earshot when you sit on the bench. One is dressed smartly in a sleeveless black dress cinched at the waist that shows a modest amount of cleavage and sporting three inch sling-back heels. She has long black hair that comes mid way down her back and cute bangs that stop just above her eyes. The other is dressed in a red satin bathrobe with matching 2-inch slippers. Her strawberry blond hair happens to be in blue curlers but her make-up is impeccable. By the shape of her breasts you guess all she has on beneath her robe are tan pantyhose. You briefly consider swapping with her to confirm this when you decide to eavesdrop and wait for some more subjects.
"Honestly Bettie, I worry about that boy of mine." The woman with the curlers says. "I hear noises coming from Williams room before the alarm even goes off. And the first thing he does before when he comes home from school is lock himself in his room for twenty minutes. "The last thing I hear before I fall to sleep are those same noises. "When I ask Fred if this is normal he just laughs and changes the subject. "I hope he hasn't embarrassed himself whenever he babysits your Petie."
"Don't worry Liz." Bettie replied, "As a girl who grew up in a house with three older brothers I think your William is a saint. "Besides he and Petie get along wonderfully. "But just wait until next year when William becomes a teenager. "I've still got eight years to wait for Petie to reach that age. "Will your hair be ready by the time Fred gets back?"
"With plenty of time to spare." Liz returned, "And wait until I show you the dress I got for this evening. "Going out to dinner and dancing is becoming a rarer event with those husbands of ours. "We've got to make the best of it while we can. "Oh my, William is home early."
And a boy of about twelve was coming up the driveway riding a mountain bike and wearing light brown cargo pants, over-sized black Megamind t-shirt and grungy ankle high sneakers. "Don't you sneek off to your room without giving your mother a kiss and saying hello to Mrs Porter young man." Liz called out.
William sheepishly shuffled over to his mother to comply at which you smiled and snapped your fingers.
William, now in his mothers body, grudgingly bent down slightly and kissed his own waiting cheek, leaving a slight imprint of his fresh lipstick there. "Hi Mrs Porter." The former boy said while giving her a quick glance and shyly looking at the ground. "I guess I'll be over when you're all ready to go out." He continued while absentmindedly adjusting his breast and simultaneously rubbing a scratch on his pantyhosed inner thigh."
"That'll be nice William. "And feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge while we're gone. "You're Petie's favorite babysitter after all." And William visibly blushed through his make-up. "Seeya in a bit." The womanly figure said and clickity clacked on his high heeled slippers into his house, his breasts bouncing becomingly and his butt swaying rhythmically.
"I believe my son is infatuated with you. It certainly doesn't help you being dressed so sexily right now." Liz said with her sons voice, looking up into the taller Betties face. "What can I say, William is obviously developing a sophisticated appreciation of older women." Bettie laughed. And you catch a glimpse of William in Liz's body, still with curlers attached to his newly acquired head, sneaking a glimpse at Bettie from his upstairs bedroom before disappearing behind the curtains. You laugh at the idea of what he was going to be doing with his mothers body.
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