You concentrated on the little boy and his imaculately dressed mother, and a quick click of your fingers exchanged their bodies. The 7-year old, now in his mom's adult body and wearing her skirt suit and heels, was still sat in the garden, getting dirt all over his feminine clothing and scuffing his black patent high heel pumps.
"I can't leave you alone for a few hours without you getting all scruffy" the mother ranted at her young son, as she stood there in his body, in his already dirty clothes and still carrying her purse. "Now get in the house and clean yourself up young man!" she then told him, stamping her little foot and pointing towards the house.
"Sorry mom" the boy replied, as he started crying, and when he jumped up his boobs jiggled in his lace bra, his cleavage was visible in the low-cut blouse he was wearing.
As her son clicked into the house in his 3-inch heeled shoes, his mother followed him, shaking her head, but then she noticed how dirty she was too and she seemed to be embarrassed as she disappeared into the house to get washed and to get dinner started for her husband.
Smiling to yourself, you looked for your next 'guinea pigs'.
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