"Crap!" you blurted out, when you saw your mom heading to the closet where your 'vacant' body was. You stumbled forward and practically flew towards her, knocking her off her feet and landing on top of her, your 'borrowed' boobs pressing against hers. Your mom had the wind temporarily knocked out of her, but when she had recovered she threw you off of her. "What the HEL are you doing young lady??" she shouted at you.
"I tripped, um... sorry mom!" was your excuse. But that didn't make her feel any better.
"And you just happened to fall head first into me??" your mom grumbled, rubbing her stomach as she got up. "I really wish you would look where you're going" she continued admonishing you. Then she went back in the direction of the closet again.
Briefly distracted by your new body again, you quickly stopped feeling your legs and jumped to your feet, grabbing your mom's arm. "WAIT!" you shouted, startling her a little.
"What on earth is wrong with you Angie?" she asked, a huge frown on her face.
"You can't go in there! I mean... you can... but you shouldn't. What do you need from the closet? I can get it for you." you rambled in your sister's voice as you maneuvered in front of your mother, smiling nervously. Your mother just looked at you in a suspicious manner, then began pushing her way past her. She now wanted to know why her own 'daughter' didn't want her going into the closet.
You sighed and ran your fingers through your sister's full head of hair, then you spotted the blowpipe on the floor.
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