You stood in the middle of the room, still too stunned to move. You were actually in a woman’s body. Not just any woman’s body, but your own mother’s. You let the realization sink in: that you were, for all intents and purposes, a 38 year old female.
As you contemplated your next move, a full body mirror in the corner of the room caught your eye. You hadn’t noticed it before, but now realized that it must have been placed here for the very purpose you were about to use it for. To examine your new body after a swap.
As you padded over to the mirror, you were taken aback by just how different even something as mundane as walking felt. Your first step sends a jolt of unfamiliar sensations through your body. The weight distribution has shifted dramatically, and you can't help but notice the subtle nuances of this new form.
The sensation begins from the ground up. Your bare feet make direct contact with the floor, and the coolness of the surface is much more pronounced. You feel every texture, every imperfection on the floor beneath your delicate toes. Your center of gravity feels lower, and you find yourself moving with a subtle sway in your hips, the airy fabric of your floral blue summer dress brushing lightly against your legs. The sensation of balance is entirely new; it's like learning to walk all over again.
Your thoughts race as you take your second step and become acutely aware of the soft, undulating weight on your chest. Breasts—your breasts—sway gently with each movement. It's a sensation that you've never experienced before, and it's impossible to ignore. The subtle bounce and sway of your newfound curves seem to demand your attention. You can’t resist looking down and watching them move as you close the distance between yourself and the mirror.
As you approach the mirror, you see a reflection that's entirely Mom yet undeniably you. Your face, framed by longer hair, carries a new set of features—softer and more delicate. You raise your hand to touch your cheek in awe.
You can’t resist making faces in the mirror, faces you’d never see your Mom make. You flip yourself off, you stick out your tongue, you make duck face pouty lips, it being unreal that this face you’d seen your whole life was now yours to control.
You take a step back and look at your body as a whole, the floral blue summer dress graces your form, clinging gently to your curves. You marvel at the way the dress accentuates your newfound femininity—the delicate slope of your shoulders, the gentle swell of your breasts, and the subtle curve of your waist. You raise up on your toes and twirl around, awed by the sensation of a twirling dress and the air between your legs.
You stop twirling and find your attention is once again captured by the breasts that have become such a central part of this experience. They rise and fall with every breath, drawing your focus. You reach up tentatively, running your fingers along the neckline of the dress, tracing the line where it meets your skin and brushes against the upper curves of your chest.
Your hands linger there for a moment, a mixture of curiosity and acceptance swirling in your thoughts. The growing curiosity, the awareness of sensations, and the intimate exploration culminate in a moment of sheer impulsiveness and temptation. Unable to resist any longer, you cup one breast in each hand and give them a gentle but firm squeeze, your fingers pressing into the soft, yielding flesh.
As your hands make contact, a surge of sensation rushes through your body, and you gasp softly. It's a sensation you never thought you'd experience, and it's both exhilarating and deeply intimate. Your breasts yield to the pressure of your touch, and you can feel the weight and warmth in your palms.
Your inner dialogue falls silent for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. The act of squeezing your breasts is a powerful affirmation of your connection to this new body, a bold acknowledgment of the changes you've undergone.
In the mirror, your reflection captures this moment of self-discovery—a subtle smile playing on your lips, your eyes filled with a mix of wonder and acceptance. As you continue to explore, you notice your nipples responding to the increased pressure. They harden, and a rush of sensation courses through your body, a tingling warmth that emanates from your chest. As you release your grip, your breasts settle back into their natural shape, and you take a deep breath. The sensations linger, and you're left with a sense of empowerment and a deeper understanding of the complexities of your new existence.
You feel a subtle hum pulsating from your mid region, an area that you hadn’t given much thought to until now. As tempting as it was to rip all your clothes off and begin feeling yourself up right there in front of the mirror, you realized it was perhaps a step too far, for now.
You glanced down at your Mom’s pink apple watch, now fastened against your wrist and realized you still had a bit of time before you had to fumble your way through making dinner.
Unsure of exactly what your next move should be, you took a moment to consider your options. You could make yourself useful and continue unpacking some of the boxes. You remember carrying in a box of Mom’s clothes that might be fun to explore while unpacking.
You also wanted to find Sarah and loop her in on all this, maybe once she finds out about the machine she’ll want to swap with you too.
You could also go check on your Mom, maybe she could give you some ideas of what to do next. Though something told you you might not want to know what Mom was getting up to in your body.
What do you decide?
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