Chapter #5Mom says no by: Unknown Your mother remains silent for a painfully long time.
You stand there, shifting your weight nervously from side to side, feeling intensely uncomfortable having your own mother's heavy, round breasts dangling from your chest and a considerably plumper and more padded curvy behind on your ass. You also find yourself blushing with fierce embarrassment at the realization that you're now also wearing your own mother's underwear. You can feel the tightly binding constricting sensation of her stiff, lacy bra tugging against the weighty orbs on your chest. And you're acutely aware of the silky, smooth sensation of a pair of mom's panties hugging your wide hips and protruding bottom.
“Mom, please!” you say, breaking the silence. Again, it's bizarre hearing your mother's voice come from your lips when you speak. Her voice now lacks the authority it once did though, betraying your own youth and lack of confidence in the shaky, nervous tone you make your mom's body speak with.
“I'm thinking,” she answers from inside your body.
“What's there to think about?” you say, surprising yourself at how close your panicked voice is to a sob now. “Change us back! I don't want to be you, mom. I don't want to be a woman at all. Please, use your magic stone and switch us back to normal.”
“I thought you didn't believe in my magic stone,” mom replies with a mischievous twinkle in her eye now.
“I believe, mom! Trust me – I totally believe in your magic now,” you say. “Just please, give me my body back.”
“Actually, I think we're going to stay this way for awhile,” she says. “I like being young and energetic. And it feels oddly comfortable to be a boy. I'm a little surprised at how much I'm enjoying just being a healthy, energetic, teenage guy. There's no need to rush back.”
“Of course there is!” you shriek, going into full blown panic mode now. “I don't want to be a thirty-eight year old woman!”
“So?” answers mom with a shrug. “You don't know how to activate the wishing stone. And I do! So I'm the one calling the shots here. We're going to stay this way for, oh … let's say a couple weeks. Maybe a month or two at most.”
“A month or two?” you cry in disbelief. “I can't pretend to be you for a month or two!”
“You'll have to learn, mom!” answers your mother from inside your body. “Until I change my mind, you are the mother and I'm the teenage boy.”
“But I don't know how to be an adult,” you sob. “I can't do your job, drive a car, balance the household budget, buy groceries, wash dishes …”
You trail off thinking that you probably CAN cook better than she could at least.
“You'll have to learn, mom!” she answers with a happy grin. “I'll help you out here and there. But you have to promise to cooperate. No trying to steal back the wish stone. And no trying to tell people what's really happened. Nobody would believe you anyhow, and you'll likely just get yourself committed to some insane asylum for claiming to be a teenage boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged woman. Is that what you want?”
You shake your head glumly.
“So do you promise to pretend you're me?” she asks. “If so, I'll help you adjust to your new life. And eventually, I'll probably switch us back. I'd just like a nice, long vacation as a young guy. So do we have a deal?”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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