This choice: Act like nothing is wrong • Go Back...Chapter #5Act like nothing is wrong by: Hollybear   "Everything is fine," You lied in your mother's voice. "I was just surprised by the mirror."
You can hear your father laughing as he laid in bed. Not wanting to arouse suspicion, you use the bathroom and then head back to bed. At least lying down will allow you time to think of a plan of action.
"I see someone's a little frisky," Your father says, as he rolls over closer to you.
"Oh God," You think to yourself, "He thinks I'm mom! Although, I guess I technically am mom at this point!"
Your father, or now your husband, slowly begins to run his hands all over your body. You quiver at his touch as your now mature body responds in kind. He is kissing you all over and your mind is ready to explode at the intensity of the pleasure you are experiencing. Are your parents always this frisky on Sunday mornings?
You open your eyes again. The sun is now shining and the clock says that it is after nine. You are covered in sweat and your hair is a mess. You cover yourself as you walk to the shower. Confused feelings are running through your head. Physically, you are in your mother's body; but mentally, you are still your same old teenage self.
A hot shower does wonders for you and you are beginning to feel much better. After you dry off, you search through your mother's dresser for something to wear. It never occurred to you that your mother had such scandalous tastes in undergarments. All kinds of panties fill the drawers. There thongs, boy shorts, crothless panties, and even briefs. They come in a rainbow of colors and a variety of fabrics.
As you move on to select a bra, you are relieved to find that the selection is much more limited. Instead of two drawers, all of your mother's bras are confined to one drawer. There is easily several hundred dollars worth of underwear spread between the two drawers. The next time you ask your parents for money, you'll have to bring this little tasty factoid up.
Gaining a hold on your senses, you pick the plainest, most ordinary pair that you can find. Then, you go to the closet and find a pair of jeans and a sweater. As you exit the closet, your father pinches your butt and gives you a quick peck on the cheek.
Its now time to find your old body, but upon further inspection, you find that you are nowhere to be found. Maybe you should call your old phone, or maybe you should call Sarah to see if she knows anything about what happened.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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