This choice: This could be fun, try swap more • Go Back...Chapter #5This could be fun, try swap more by: Unknown Turning your body side to side to feel your massive mammaries swing within the bra, you figure it'd be a neat experiment to swap even more with the available clothing. However, it would seem that the only person who's clothes were in the laundry room were your mother's. "Huh, guess she forgot to do her laundry." You note, reaching for a long dress and finding a purple thong under it. "Oh my, didn't know she wore stuff like this." Slipping the underwear on, you feel it squeeze against your groin, until the sensation of it being sucked into your body occurs. Your hips and ass expand, losing their hair in the process; in the end, you now had your lower midsection, complete with child bearing hips, plump butt, and shaven pussy. Laughing loudly, you don't hesitate and slip on the long white and black striped dress. It covers nearly all of your body and completely changes the rest of your body from the neck down into your mother's. "That was easy." You say, speaking with her voice since your necks were swapping. Slipping your feet into a pair of her heels left by the door, you lastly swap feet. Having your own parent's body certainly felt different, but the sensations of a mature woman's form overloaded your younger, male mind.
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"Talk about hot." You say, posing at various angles, to stretch the dress against your curves in various ways. It was then you realized the 12 hour recharge of the necklace's power. "Oh fuck! I forgot! How am I supposed to hide the fact I have mom's body for 12 hours? I'm sure she's looking for me right now!" Worrying amongst yourself, you take off the necklace and keep it in your manicured hand as you exit the laundry room. Walking out, your mother's heels clicked against the wooden floor, echoing down the hall. Scared, you exclaim "Man, if someone sees me like this, I'm screwed!" Your hips swayed with every step, making for the entire walk to be rather awkward. At the end of the hall, there were only two choices of directions to go. One would take you upstairs to your room, but your parent's room is the first, after the stairs. If one of them popped their head out if they're home, they'd see you right away. The other option was the front door; if possible, you could just ride out the 12 hours somewhere else to avoid being home with your mother's body below your head. Of course, to get to the front door, you'd go past the kitchen and living room, both places where your family tended to reside during the day. Being out in public wouldn't be that bad, since people would just pass you off as a short haired woman, especially since you had your mother's voice right now.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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