You crept into the kitchen and saw your mother was just taking the clothes out of the dryer and was folding them up. You thought about waiting for a more opportune time, but then thought there was no time like the present. You studied the ornate blowpipe in your hand again and then raised it to your lips. You took a deep breath and then blew into the pipe.
All of a sudden it was like you were squeezed into a tube. Your vision narrowed and in a flash... you were being propelled forward at an amazing speed. The next thing you knew you were knelt in front of the dryer with one of your mom's blouses in your hands... part way through folding it up. You blinked a few times, wondering what had happened. Then you caught sight of your manicured fingernails... and your feminine hands. Holy shit!" you stumbled backwards, falling onto your butt, which was now a lot more 'cushioned'. "It worked! I'm in mom's body."
You brought your new hands hesitantly up to the two fleshy mounds pushing out your blouse, and then squeezed them. The feeling that went through you was unlike any other. "So this is what tits feel like." you muttered in your mother's voice. And after the inevitable boob feeling, came the inspection of your crotch. You didn't hesitate to unzip your jeans and then you stood up and pushed them down, revealing your mom's panty-covered vagina. The very pussy that you and your three siblings had come out of. The whole thing actually turned you on.
"Fuck...!!" you gasped, as you started rubbing your new pussy. "Jesus mom, you feel good." you said to yourself.
Only after the initial exploration was over, did you notice your own, unconscious body slumped by the door, blowpipe still in hand. "Better move that I suppose." you chuckled, zipping your mom's jeans back up and walking over to your own body. But when you tried to move your body, you realized it would be hard, since you now had your mother's short body... and therefore her limited physical strength. "Crap you grumbled, figuring what to do.
As you thought it over, you stared down at your feet and wiggled your toes in your mom's flats. You couldn't help but get increasingly turned on that you were in actually control of your mother's body.
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