I came to and immediately realized something was wrong. First off, I was in a bed, ans it wasn't mine. Secondly, I noticed that I was female!
I looked around the room and noticed it was familiar. Slowly, I got out of bed and stood up. I was noticeably shorter than I had been. Previously, I was maybe 5'11", but now I was 5'2" if I was lucky. I walked up to the mirror on the dresser and almost fainted. Looking back at me was more of my own mother than I'd ever intended to see.
Looking back at me through the mirror was my mother, wearing a plain, tan colored bra and pink panties. My mom was a short, chunky woman with short brown hair and a lot of cellulite and flab all over her body. I took one of my new pudgy hands and grabbed some of the horrid flab on whatvwas now my stomach. The reflection did it too. How could this have happened? Could I seriously have become my own mom?
I stood at the reflection, completely transfixed at the sight of my half-naked mother. It was one thing to see her body like this, but to be in it... that was just horrible.
Finally, it sunk in that this wasn't a dream, and I realized that instead of looking at my mom in her underwear, I should get some clothes on. But that meant sifting through my mom's drawers, which wasn't something I ever wanted to do.
I debated it in my head and realized looking through my mom's clothes was better than looking at her almost naked.
I sifted through her drawers, and found some clothes.
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