Well, what're gonna do now? Your mom is off having fun as you, and you're stuck as her. Even worse, you're an adult, and have new found responsibilities. But, forgot about those, you should at least try to have fun as your mom.
"Well, let's go look at mom's clothes!" you think. You figure that you're a woman now, might as well act like one. You walk into your parent's room and head for the bathroom where your mother's closet is. Her closet is incredible, it's about as big as your room. She has tons of clothes, honestly, too many clothes. You look through all of her dresses and blouses and pants and skirts. After about fifteen minutes of looking, you feel exhausted.
"I can't even imagine shopping, then," you say to yourself. You found yourself sitting in the closet, just relaxing. You figure you might as well get up do something. As you get up, you catch a glimpse of your mom in the mirror. You were stunned. You always knew your mother was pretty, but there was something about looking at her through her own eyes. You start to pose in front of the mirror, and enjoy yourself a little.
You think to yourself, "Let's put in something nicer, just to see how I look. I mean, how Mom looks." You start looking through the clothes again and find the perfect outfit. It was difficult to take off your mother's skirt and denim jacket, but you managed. You tried not to look in the mirror with just her bra and panties on, but you caught a small glimpse of it. It took a while, but you finally managed to put on the nicer outfit.
"Man, I make Mom look good," you say to yourself. You can't stop looking at your mother in the mirror. You feel like you can see a different side of her. But, you blow it off for now, and leave the closet a huge mess, for your mom to clean up later.
What now? You look nice, still have plenty of the day left. Maybe do the dishes? Nah, too much work. Vacuum the house? Too hard to set up the vacuum. You decide to just do what YOU would want to do. You go back to the garage and start messing with the machine a bit.
After about six hours of that, you manage to create a mini, portable body swap machine!
"Even as Mom, I still got it!" you proudly say to yourself. You look at the machine, and figure it might be more useful than the original.
Out of nowhere, your father walks in.
"Kim? What are you doing in here, honey?" Mark raised his voice in a friendly manner.
You had to think of an excuse. "Uh, uh, just admiring our son's genius work! It's an uh, a uh, uh, new microwave!" Well, the excuses couldn't possibly work.
"Well, he really is smart. You should start dinner soon, okay?" Mark leaves the garage.
Phew, dodged a bullet there. You sit around wondering where your mom was. You figure she has your cell phone so you call her up. She went out with your friend David, and your friend Jessica. You ask her to come home so you can switch back now. She agrees and comes home. You decide to try to mini machine, and it works like a charm! Your mom cooks dinner, and after you eat, you go to bed for the night. You figure you can use the new mini machine tomorrow even more.
In the morning, you wonder where to use your new machine at. Since it's Saturday, you have all day to play around with it.
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