“Morning sugar buns,” said a disturbingly familiar voice.
Before I could react, I felt the tight, heavy embrace of my own father grabbing me from behind.
Shit, I thought. Because of this stupid magic curse, he thinks I'm mom!
“Uh … thanks!” I mumbled with the voice of my own mother, while simultaneously struggling to disentangle my chubby, new body from my father's amorous grasp.
Fortunately, he didn't put up much of a fight and quickly released his grip.
“What's for breakfast?” he asked.
I turned around hesitantly and was immediately struck by how big and tall he was. In my old body, I'd been at least a good half-foot taller than mom. Which meant that now everything from my new perspective looked a lot bigger and more intimidating than before.
I gulped nervously before answering my “husband.”
“Uh … hadn't thought about it yet,” I said with a bit of nervous stutter.
Even though I was completely enveloped by the chubby flesh of my mother's body, I still felt nervously embarrassed, certain that somehow dad would find me out. It just felt wrong impersonating my own mother, wearing her bra, panties, and all her clothes and then standing here pretending to be her in a conversation.
Shit, I thought again. If I'm her … does that mean she's waking up right about now in my teenage body?
“Maybe I'll take the whole family out for breakfast,” dad said with a thoughtful smile. “I feel like treating everyone today. Why don't you go get the kids up and dressed, and I'll treat us all to a big, old fashioned breakfast out someplace nice.”
Just then, mom's chubby, fat body responded with a hungry stomach gurgle. Man, that sounded delicious! Something about being in mom's body was giving me her cravings for food … and right now, I could think of almost nothing else but gorging myself on bacon, pancakes, sausage, and breakfast muffins! Mmm …
“You want me to get the kids up?” Dad said, startling me from my gluttonous daydreams.
Whoa, I thought. No, no, no … bad idea. I had to be the one to wake up Mike – or rather mom, now most probably sleeping happily in her own son's body, utterly unaware that she was now me and vice versa.
“No … uh … honey, dear,” I stuttered. “I'll go wake up the kids. You grab a cup of coffee or something.”
He smiled and thankfully headed off to the kitchen without giving his “wife” a good morning kiss.
Yuck!
This was going to be a miserable morning.
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