You glanced over the now-visible text on the page. Across the top in big, beautiful, ancient-looking text were the words, “To speak with the voice of another,” and below it was a spell. It wasn’t especially clear exactly how the spell would work…there was just the spell itself and the text at the top telling you what the result would be. Pensive but excited, you read the text written in words that glowed before you. Finished, you looked about the room as if waiting for some puff of smoke or a mystical glow or a voice in your mind telling you that the spell had taken effect. Nothing happened—no mystical smoke or glow or anything of the sort. You decided to test it in the best way you could think up. “Did it work?” you asked yourself aloud, crestfallen to hear your own voice, the same one you’d heard for years, “Testing, testing, testing,” you repeated, anxiously awaiting a result. Still, your voice remained unaltered. “Shitty book,” you said with disgust, “what a rip!” you lamented as you slammed the book closed.
“John, it’s time for lunch; we’re having burgers!” you heard your mother call out from downstairs. “Okay mom!” you replied in a voice still very much familiar to you. You walked downstairs slowly, disheartened at the failure of your magical endeavors. Trudging into the kitchen, you saw your mom seated at the table waiting patiently. “Dig in kiddo!” she urged, motioning to the hamburger patties that sat steaming on a plate in the middle of the table and surrounded by condiments of all kinds—ketchup, various mustards, and even relish (which you hated). Also present was a chocolate-covered pie your mom had baked for desert. “I know what you’re thinking,” she began, “and you’re right. I shouldn’t be having the pie cause it’ll go straight to my hips, but I swear I’m gonna have just one piece and the rest we’ll put away. Mamma’s goin’ on a diet,” she declared resolutely, patting her somewhat flabby middle.
You walked over and sat down at the table and grabbed a burger. The meal went pleasantly enough despite your somewhat depressed state. Your mom ate up too, scarfing down three burgers and a piece of pie like a woman eating her final meal. For this diet to work, she could not do that very much. She’d actually resolved just recently to lose weight. Truth be told, she really wasn’t fat. But, at about 45 years of age and having had a kid, time had begun to catch up with her. Her body wasn’t what you’d call sloppy or unkempt, but she’d put on some weight as the years rolled by, giving her a full and curvy form complete with a wonderfully jiggly bubble-butt and a set of breasts your friends never tired of gawking at. Her belly bore a slight pouch because of her unhealthy eating habits; it, along with her breasts and her rear, shook and jiggled a bit when she walked or ran…something else boys in your neighborhood delighted in watching. Other women in your family had a similar build—your beautiful Aunt Adrianna came immediately to mind.
“Are you all right dear?” she asked as you finished your meal having said quite little. “Yeah, I’m all right mom,” you said as you stood up from your chair, “just a little bit down is all.” Your mom looked a bit sad for a moment, and she stood up and walked over to you. You looked down at her voluptuous form as she looked soothingly up at you. “Well if you ever want to talk, I’m here,” she said. Happy for the support, you patted your mom on the shoulder. As you did, something happened. The moment you touched her, your mother…changed. The expression of care and worry dropped from her face, which went to a sort of dead stare forward, almost as if he mind wasn’t really there for a minute. She stared straight ahead, which put her gaze just about at the level of your chest. Her eyes took on a strange blue glow, strange given that they were usually bright green.
“Mom?” you asked worriedly as she stared forward, drone-like. As you stood before her, you saw something odd. A little puff of smoke seemed to escape her mouth. It emerged from her body as wisps of smoke or dust or something of that sort and snaked its way down toward the floor. Seeming to move of its own accord, this stuff then began to travel upward in your direction. You stepped back a little bit and tensed up as this stuff snaked its way around you, seemingly on a mission. “What the hell?” you asked as the stuff neared your chest. There it sat for a moment or two as you just looked at it. Suddenly, the stuff shot at you! This strange substance forced its way in through your mouth as you gagged and convulsed at this foreign thing forcing its way inside your body. Your throat and chest tightened momentarily; then it just ended, and you felt normal again.
Your mom blinked a couple times, her eyes back to the same emerald green color they normally were. She picked up right where she left off, oblivious to what had just happened. “Just remember that okay?” she said to you. Not sure what the hell had just happened and in no position to point out the oddity, you just smiled down at her. “Thanks mom,” you said, but something was way off. It wasn’t your voice that escaped you lips; it was your mother’s! Your eyes widened in amazement, and your hand shot to your mouth. You mom cocked her head, having noticed something strange…she thought. “Honey, you sound different; are you coming down with something?” You just shook your head in panic, your hand still tightly over your mouth. You backed away from her, terrified and moving toward the stairs.
“Was it the burgers—were they not cooked well enough?” she asked, “does your belly hurt?” You simply turned from her and ran full-tilt up the stairs for your room. Once there, you closed the door and finally removed your hand from your mouth. “Holy Hell!” you said, amazed to hear your mom’s voice still coming out of your mouth, and she rarely swore, “I sound just like Mom!” you exclaimed. You ran over to your mirror and looked at yourself, noting that your whole physical body remained unchanged. “It worked!” you quietly exclaimed in your new feminine voice as you chuckled in a delight at the fact you had come across real, honest-to-God magic. “Oh…my…God…it’s real!” you said, taking time to enunciate each word carefully to hear your new voice.
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