It's so weird (not to mention embarrassing) hearing your own mother's voice come from your lips when you speak.
As for your mom, she stands there across from you wearing your old body proudly. There's even a goofy, highly amused grin on her face.
“Switch back?” she laughs. “But why would we want to do that?”
“Because I don't like having these!” you cry, cupping your fat, swollen breasts in both hands.
“Hey! Don't touch those,” scowls mom.
“Then change us back,” you retort sulkily.
“Oh, fine! Be a spoilsport then,” she says. “I thought pulling a little Freaky Friday trick on you might be the way to create a better rapport between you and me. You know: we'd see things from the other person's perspective, have a better appreciation for what the other person goes through, yadda yadda yadda. I thought it would bring us closer together. We're not a very close family you know.”
“We're not a very normal family,” you say in a stage whisper.
“I thought a magic wishing stone could help correct that,” answers mom. “But no! My son can't go two minutes without molesting his new breasts.”
“Change us back, please!” you interrupt.
“Fine,” answers mom in a huff. “But I'll find some other way of getting through to you.”
Still inside your old body, she walks over to the table and picks up the weird rock she claims is a wishing stone. She clutches it tightly in both hands and whispers something to herself.
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