Jenna slammed the room to her door, angry with her stepfather Dan. Once again he yelled at her to act her age, and once again she said she wanted to act her mother, Babs’s age. Jenna loved her mother, and in Jenna’s mind Babs was the end-all-be-all. Jenna admired her 52 year old mother’s full figure, and infectious personality. Jenna liked to dress in her mother’s clothes and put on her make up, like any normal ten-year-old. The only thing that differentiated her was her extreme flatulence.
“Take her to a stomach specialist!” Dan would yell, sick of the smell of Jenna’s ass.
“It’s not that bad,” Babs would defend her beloved daughter.
“Something’s got to be done!” Dan would always counter.
It would make Jenna sad, why couldn’t it just be her and her mother. And her farts. Dan was nice enough when Jenna did what he wanted, but he jumped down her throat for what seemed every little thing. There had to be something she could do.
Pulling out her I-pad, Dan could be cool sometimes, Jenna started looking around the internet. She was on their for hours, telling her mother that she would skip dinner tonight. “She better not come down later looking for a meal,” Dan told Babs. “She can have toast and like it!”
“Oh Dan,” Babs began, “she’s not a little boy, you have to be gentle with her.”
“Babs, toast won’t kill her. Besides it may do something for that gas. I swear she has more than a 50 year old man who eats nothing but spicy food!”
“Oh stop! Jenna’s gas is cute!”
Jenna heard the exchange, and was more determined than ever of being like her mother and getting Dan out of the house. On a website that guaranteed even the simplest of people could perform magic Jenna found three magic spells that could possibly solve her problems.
(1) Jenna would age to be her mother’s twin sister, but keep her worst trait. In this case her flatulence.
(2) Jenna would trade places with her mother, becoming 52 years old, and Babs becoming her 10-year-old daughter.
(3) Jenna and her mother would merge into the same person, with Babs age and experience, but Jenna’s body and flatulence.
Jenna looked at the screen and smiled. She carefully reread the spells and thought about the outcomes, as much as a 10-year-old girl could. She then smiled making her decision. “I know which one I’m going for!” She let out a giggle and couldn't help letting out a loud booty toot.
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