Your mom gets mad. "Well, get used to it! " she yells, and pulls off the panties and bra. "There, that wasn't too hard, now was it? " she says, but you are too dumbfounded by your middle aged, female, and naked body.
"Switch us back! " you say, stepping towards her, and the mounds on your chest jiggle. You immediately stop moving.
"I already told you, Barbara, I cant do that. I cast a permanent spell. Now, get dressed. I'm not going to be here to help every day."
Scowling, you open your mom's top drawer and pull out a pair of plain black panties. There is some lace on them, but you cant find anything else. You slide them on, careful to avoid your mother's, now your intimate zone. The bra is harder. Luckily, your mom helps you with it.
"I'm not gonna miss the bra, " she says, " now it's another hassle you have."
After the underwear, you take out a regular pair of jeans and a t shirt. The jeans are tight, as all female jeans are, and the shirt is cut differently, but you're glad the worst of it is over.
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