It was a regular Friday afternoon in the Johnson family house. You (mom Allison) had just finished your shift at work. You work from home because you love the ability to keep an eye on your kids and feel like a stay at home mom while also supporting your husband and children. Your husband, Joe, was still at his work and you had time to relax before everyone came home. You recently had turned 41 and have been starting to think about your youth a lot. Although you loved Joe, you couldn’t help but long for the days where you could live free and do what you wanted. The charm of you and Joe’s relationship had been long gone and you longed for the early days where you were both young and some would say dumb.
As you stare at a picture of you and Joe from your younger days, you hear the doorbell go off. “Oh jeez, one of the kids left their keys at home,” you thought as you made your way to the door. You unlock the door and standing there is a strange man. “Hello ma’am. You do not know me and my name doesn’t matter. What does matter is what I’m about to tell you. You’re family has been blessed with the gift of a lifetime. You all have the ability to swap bodies with someone by using clothes they have worn within the last 30 minutes. Use this gift wisely, would hate to see good people get hurt.” You stand there in confusion as the man quickly turns around and walks away. You attempt to call out to him but he doesn’t respond. You shut the door and proceed to walk to the living room, trying to make sense of what the man said.
“Body swap with clothing? Yeah right. If that was true then I’d be out of this body as soon as I could.” You sit down on the couch and examine your body. For being 41, you had a body of a woman several years younger. You still were able to get the attention of men on the streets with your large ass, wide hips, and slightly perky D cup boobs. Many would refer to you as a milf. As you look yourself over, you can’t help but think about what the man said. The chance that maybe you could have a body that was more like the body you had 20 years ago.
The idea slowly eats away at you until you hear the door open and your oldest daughter, Ariel, walk in. “Hey mom, what are you doing?” your oldest daughter asks you. “Oh nothing sweetie, just thinking. Hey could I ask you a question, if you had the chance to be an older woman, would you do it?” Your daughter was slightly thrown off by the strange question her mother had just asked her. “Uhh, I mean if it was for a little bit of time I guess I would be curious to see what I have to look forward to. But why do you ask?” your daughter replied. “Oh nothing sweetheart, just a silly question I thought of,” you said as you left the living room.
Your daughter proceeded to sit down on the couch while you made your way upstairs. “If Ariel doesn’t mind being an older woman, then maybe she’d be interested in being me. What am I thinking, this is all some little joke. Magic doesn’t exist,” you say as you walk towards your daughter’s room. As you near the door, your mind begins to think about how you could have a chance to feel young again. Sure, you’d be your daughter but she was a spitting image of yourself when you were younger. She may have a smaller ass, hips, and boobs but she was thin and youthful. Going to the gym all the time made her super fit and kept her body tight (Ariel is 18 in this). Hell, her C cup boobs were as perky as they’d ever be. You couldn’t believe it but you were fantasizing over your daughter’s body, what type of mother were you.
You shake and decide to leave your daughter’s room. It felt wrong, naughty in a way. You decide to sit in your room and watch TV to distract yourself. As you do so, your daughter comes up and decides to get changed, throwing her clothes in the hamper and going back into her room. You see this and the ideas come back. “Allison, you have to test this. How will you know it’s fake unless you try,” you think. As you do so, you realize your body has already begun to walk to the hamper and pick Ariel’s clothes out.
You come back to your room and spread out Ariel’s clothes. For having such a nice body, you thought it was strange she barely showed it off. You stare at her outfit, a plan green t-shirt, some loose fitting jeans, simple white panties and bra, and plain white socks. If only she knew how you dressed at her age. You continue to stare, taking a deep breath in and exhaling. It was time.
You strip out of your clothes until you are completely naked. You take one last look at your body, taking in the body you called home for 41 years. You begin by first slipping on Ariel’s panties. They weren’t too bad on you but they did ride up your ass and disappear between your ass cheeks. Next, you put on Ariel’s bra. Although you both had different sizes breasts, you were just able to squeeze into the bra. You look into the mirror and giggle. If the man was pranking you, at least you got to see what you’d look like trying to dress like your daughter.
You refocus on Ariel’s clothes and slip on her jeans. Trying to get them on was a struggle as you jumped and pulled trying to get them over your much larger ass. Eventually, you get them on but decide to quickly get the rest on before you rip Ariel’s jeans. You toss on her shirt which fits but is tight around your tits and doesn’t cover your slightly doughy stomach. At last, you slip on Ariel’s socks which fit perfectly as you two have similar sized feet.
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