Your mom reads the instruction manual. As she is doing so, you walk in. "Mom! What are you doing in here?!" you cry out, shocked to find that someone has found your secret. "I'm looking at this, and it seems that you've received a body switching machine! I never would have thought it was possible, but..." she trails off. You quickly try to repair the situation. "I swear, I wasn't planning on using it on you! I wouldn't ever think of--"
"Well, maybe you should use it on me!" Your mom cuts you off abruptly. "It would do you good to have to do some honest work for once in your life!"
"Work?!" You say, incredulous. "All you have to do is keep half an eye on us! Other than that, you're free to do whatever you want!"
Your mom laughs. "Ha! I have the difficult life in this family! You just go to school, slap a few answers on a homework sheet, and laze around all day!"
Suddenly, an idea comes to you. "Maybe we should see whose life is harder! There's a feature on the machine that will let us keep the memories from the body we're in, to keep a more convincing act. We'll switch with each other, and live each other's lives for two weeks. At the end of that, maybe you'll realize your life is easier than mine."
"Oh, please, you'll be begging to switch back after the first day. But I'll do it. I need a break."
You each climb in a pod, and you set the machine so that it can't be used until after exactly two weeks. You then initiate the switch.
You feel dizzy, as if you're spinning around wildly fast, then after a couple seconds, the feeling stops. You look down to see your mother's light fabric v-neck shirt, knee-length black skirt, and high heels. Two mounds of flesh, your mother's breasts are now weighing down your stomach, and when you feel your crotch, only a small hole is there. You walk out, balancing on the high heels, and come face-to-face with your body.
"Let the bet begin," your mom says with your old voice. "You're on, mom. Good luck," you say, then you stop, unused to hearing your mother's voice when you speak. You walk up to her room, feeling her breasts lightly bounce, and getting used to the heels. You arrive in your parents' room and decide what to do.
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