Suddenly she was sitting in her kitchen at home. "Why am I sitting in the kitchen, wasn't I at school a second ago?" Sarah thought to herself. She noticed the cup of coffee on the table and a ashtray with a recently stubbed cigarette in there. "oh Mom hasn't stubbed out her cigarette, let me just do that real quick" Sarah thought. But when she reached out she noticed that her hand looked different. They looked older and there was something on them that surprised Sarah. "Is that my Moms wedding ring?" She asked herself aloud and was immediately shocked by the voice that came out of her mouth. "Why am I talking with moms voice?" Sarah asked herself again, unused to use her mothers voice. Sarah now decided to look down and was greeted by her mothers impressive cleavage. "Oh my god I am in moms body" Sarah said while standing up and walking towards the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror, while walking she felt the (to her) weird feeling of her breasts jiggling up and down. Once she reached the bathroom and took a look into the mirror she was sure that she was not dreaming. "this can't be, I can not be my own mother" While she was talking she started to cry and let herself fall down onto the floor. After a while she started to get a weird feeling all over her body, it was like her body craved something, then Sarah realized what she was craving. "Oh no not only am I in my mothers body but I also have her cigarette addiction." For a while Sarah ignored it but couldn't take it anymore and started to search the house for cigarettes. Once she found some she, without thinking, lighted one and started to smoke it. She realized that it wasn't even bad, but it calmed her down.
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