(Originally Written by hilterskilter)
Maybe I should make a wish on the Grellstone... Bill thought, and immediately discarded the option. Much as he wanted to, he could only make a wish while angry, and right now he felt more confused and unsettled than agitated in any sense of the word. With no other choices, and dreading the idea of attending Mom's work on her behalf, he settled with going back home and figuring things out from there.
Ten minutes later, Bill walked through his front door. He realized this was the second or third time in his high school career that he had walked inside his house at seven forty-five, when he'd usually be sitting with Matt and his girlfriend Gloria, waiting for the first period bell to ring and talking about their plans for winter break. Putting food for the dog and letting out the cat--just as Mom wanted--he walked into the kitchen and mustered up the courage to call her work, finding the number within a binder she had placed on the table. Lying was easier than he had expected. Mom had a good record for attending work, but not good enough that they questioned any absence. Once he hung up, Bill walked up to his bedroom, placed the Grellstone on his desk, and fell onto the mattress, face-first.
It stung his new breasts, unsurprisingly, and his feet extended several inches off the side of his bed for a change. Still, Bill felt more calm than he did at any other point in that morning, lying there. It was kind of nice to skip school and do nothing for a day. While Kimberly and Mom, in his body, were at school, and Dad was at work, he could go downstairs and play video games. The novelty of doing it while in his mother's body was not lost on Bill, and for a second he entertained a slightly dirty thought of doing it in her underwear. He did not think of playing with her body in any capacity, however. Even with every part of her body under his control, she still remained his mom.
Bill had just begun to get cozy with this plan when, interrupting his reverie, the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" Bill grumbled, mustering the willpower to go downstairs and checked. Opening the front door, he found it was...
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