"But... I can't go to school like this!! None of my shoes will fit, and... these hands have wrinkles!!" you protested, but your mom just stood there on her new feet, flexing her larger, younger hands... and smiling.
"Not a problem, you'll be wearing my shoes to school this year... and every year from now on" she answered coldly.
You gave her an icy stare. "Mom... you have nothing but flip flops and high heels!" you mumbled, fearful, as you continued studying your mature hands with their long red fingernails.
"You point?" your mom said, shrugging. "Keep complaining and I'll give you something else of mine. Maybe you'd like to heft my boobs around from now on huh? Or have my vagina?" she threatened, rubbing her crotch in front of you to get the point across.
You gulped and fell silent immediately, deciding the limit the damage to just having your mother's hands and feet.
You glared again and then headed upstairs, into your mom's bedroom. You looked in her wardrobe at the shoes you would now have to wear. A collection of used, feminine footwear that elicited a grimace from you. You pulled out the least offending pair, which was a pair of plain black flats, and you put them on, wiggling your now aged toes inside of them.
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