You stand in the same place, letting it all sink in. You're a woman now. Not just any woman, but your own mother! You look at yourself in the mirror. In just a matter of minutes, the skinny teenager you had been was stripped away, leaving you in the body of a fat, 48 year old mother of four.
You feel your flabby stomach. You're able to squeeze it. You look at your thick arms, visible completely because you're wearing a tanktop. You raise one and see your armpit has some light stubble in it...along with a few more layers of fat.
Your yoga pants are tight against your large hips and legs. The flatness in your crotch area is disturbing. Your hips are very wide. Your mom's been known to accidentally knock over things with her hips when she isn't paying attention to her surroundings, a problem you'll likely have a lot because you're not used to your hips being this wide.
You run pudgy fingers through some long bushy hair. Long hair is something else you'll have to get used to.
You look at your mother's breasts, which now belong to you. You'd never really payed attention to them before, but now being in the owner's body, you saw how large, soft, and heavy they were. How can women put up with these? You think.
Even stuff like breathing is different. Along with the high pitched, feminine tone, it's harder to breathe because of your mother's body fat and her breasts... which all now belong to you.
You go over to the queen sized bed your mother sleeps in and lays down. You find yourself crying. Because of a lousy screwup, you were forced to live the rest of your life in the old fat tired body of your mother... until the day you died.
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