Chapter #5Your mother, Sara by: Wassel   As weird as the idea of putting on your sisters or your mother's clothing was, you figured if it had to be one of them then the obvious choice was your mom. For one thing her bedroom was much closer to your own than either of your sister's and it would be easy enough to nip across the hall and grab something from her closet without being seen, but also, for a curious, sex obsessed teenager like yourself, her body was by far the most appealing (as odd as that sounded). Lisa was currently too young for you to really even consider, and while Becky was fairly pretty underneath all her weird punky clothes and make up, she just didn't compare in the attractiveness stakes. Not that you found your mother particularly hot or anything of course, in fact you'd honestly never really given it much thought; her being just your regular, old mom and nothing much else (though if you really were pushed, you guessed you could admit that she had a pretty good figure for a women her age). But no, what it was that drew you to your mother over Becky, was the exact same thing that would draw any sixteen year old boy to one woman over another regardless of appearance, and that was the simple fact that your mom had large breasts. Very, very large breasts.
"Mom's room, here I come then," you smiled to yourself as you headed for your door, picturing the two huge spherical mounds that hung from your mother's chest, imagining what it would be like to have them hanging from your own, as well as how jealous your best friend Andy would be if this thing actually worked (Andy often going on about the size of your mom's hooters, much to your annoyance).
Peering out into the hall to see if anyone was around; your mom and Becky being downstairs, but Lisa still being unaccounted for, you quietly tip-toed out of your room and made a bee line straight for your mother's door, feeling a chill of excitement running up and down your spine as you went. Once inside, you immediately scanned your eyes across the large, immaculately cleaned room, searching for any discarded items of clothing you could use for your experiment, but finding as expected (seeing as your mom was a bit of a clean freak) nothing to speak of. "Guess it's the closet then," you said to yourself as you began shuffling towards it, becoming paranoid that someone might hear you sneaking around from downstairs. Opening the doors, you were presented with almost the entirety of your mother's wardrobe, the closet being positively stuffed full of dressed and blouses and tops of all different kinds and colors, all of which were neatly arranged on hangers in a very purposeful and specific manner. Staring at this, you felt for a slight second a twinge of guilt, aware that stealing women's clothes was really sort of pervy and wrong, especially your own mother's clothes, and that maybe, just maybe, you were really some weirdo transvestite who had subconsciously dreamed this whole body swap scenario up just for this very purpose.
"Nah, can't be," you laughed after a moment, shaking the thought out of your head, "I'm no tranny, I just want to feel some tits!" And with that, you returned to what you were doing, grabbing the first piece of clothing that came to hand, before quickly shutting the closet door and scampering back out into the hall and into your room.
Once there, you closed your bedroom door and looked down at the item you'd procured, finding it to be a simple, blue, button up house dress, one you'd seen your mother wear quite often. Not thinking too much about it, you then dropped your towel to the floor and began unbuttoning the dress, laughing to yourself once again about how ridiculous this whole thing was and how much of an idiot you were about to look with this thing on. "Man I really hope nobody comes in right now," you smiled, stepping into the dress and pulling it on.
You stood there for a minute with baited breath, eagerly anticipating some sort of transformation, but finding to your disappointment that nothing happened; you were still you (albeit you wearing your mom's dress). Letting out a disappointed sigh, you gazed down into the opening of the loosely hanging dress, scanning over your unchanged teenage chest, resigning yourself to the fact that it had indeed just been some stupid dream and you'd never really been given any sort of special body swapping ability, but deciding just go the whole hog anyway and button it up. "Maybe it doesn't work unless the clothes are on properly or something..." you halfheartedly mumbled, working your way up the front with your fingers, feeling now a bit like the transvestite you'd imagined. Just after you'd buttoned the last button and stepped in front of your mirror to take one quick glimpse at the pathetic spectacle however, you suddenly felt something, like a warm tingling sensation that started at the tip of your toes and slowly moved it's way through the rest of your body. "No way!" you loudly exhaled, as the sensation increased and you began to feel your body stretching and squeezing beneath you, the image in the mirror distorting in the most unbelievable manner.
Looking down in awe, you watched as your once flat, youthful chest began ballooning out in front of you, filling out the loose dress and stretching the material. Beneath that, your hips and ass were also growing, swelling out further and further as you felt the weirdest, most indescribable feeling between your legs, as if your genitals were actually retracting into your flesh. It was utterly impossible but it was totally happening; you were changing. Your entire body was changing! The realization of this was just too much for you and you didn't know whether to dance for joy or faint. Instead you just continued to watch the bizarre transformation in your body, utterly transfixed, as long, blond locks of hair began snaking their way down your face and your vision began to blur.
Almost a minute after it had begun, the process finally stopped, and as your sight gradually returned, you found yourself staring in the mirror through different eyes, with the reflection of your own mother, Sara Stevens gazing back. "Oh my God, it worked..." you gasped, positively dumbfounded, the sound of your mom's voice replacing your own seeming very strange indeed, "...it totally worked! I'm my own freaking mother!" You almost couldn't believe it, that such a thing was possible, but here it was, the proof right in front of your eyes (not to mention below them as well); you did have magic powers, and you had just become your own mom.
Taking a moment or two to process all this while you remained stood there, practically frozen, just staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt your shock and disbelief slowly giving way to excitement over what had just happened, and what this would mean for the future. "Holy crap this is unreal!" you beamed, your mother's face breaking into a huge grin as your eyes moved down to inspect your new body, finding your new, momentous and rather heavy chest blocking out most of the view.
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