In your panic, your eyes fell upon the large mirrored closet on the other side of the room and the reflection that greeted you there. The person that was now staring back at you, with a look of utter confusion and shock, indeed being your mother, Jennifer Connors. Expecting to see your self standing beside her, but no. You were her. That was you. The sight of her face moving as you did being so unbelievably trippy.
"This is... This is a dream..." you squeaked, in a voice that was obviously hers. Having the same soft, feminine lilt. Trying your very best to make sense of what it was you were actually seeing. "I mean, it's... It's got to be, surely. There's no way I'm actually her!"
Though, even as you said this, you knew it wasn't true. There being nothing dream-like about any of this. Instead it was incredibly vivid and real. Feeling parts of your body that you'd never felt before. From the much longer, blonde hair hanging down past your shoulders, to the large masses on your chest. Actually being able to feel their weight, along with... what you assumed must be a bra keeping them restrained. A sensation you obviously had zero experience with. The fact that what you’d dismissed earlier as a drug induced hallucination had actually taken place completely blowing your mind. Being simultaneously terrified and excited. Experiencing something that you never imagined possible, yet having no idea as to whether or not you'd actually be able to undo it. Or if your mother was indeed still there. Sharing her head with you at this very moment.
This thought leading you to stutter, “Muh-Muh... Mom?” Calling nervously out to her.
Staring into her big green eyes as you received no response. Nor to your follow up mental question either. Mom, are you in there? Making you feel like you really were alone. Alone... as your mom.
“This is insane!” you muttered. Still not used to the strange sound of your mother’s voice coming out your mouth. “He did it. He really did it.” Your thoughts drifting to the balding, mustachioed doctor. Every single thing he’d told you having been real. Giving you a gift that was both awesome and unbelievably fucked up.
Moving your attention back to the mirror and your mother’s body, you couldn't help but examine it further. Bringing your hands towards your face and once again observing the differences from your own. It being so weird. Giving your face a little poke then with a finger. Watching your mom’s reflection do the same. Her skin being all soft and smooth. Much more so than your own. Presumably due to all of the moisturizing and stuff that women do. Giving it a little pinch then and pulling at her cheeks. Still being in absolute awe that this was even happening. That you could mess around with your mother’s face in this way.
Though, as wild as being able to poke and pride at her face was, there was obviously something far more enticing further down. Those huge mounds still hanging there. Silently muttering to yourself as you looked at them, Fuck... Me... You had tits. You actually had tits. Massive, round, heavy tits that were right there within your grasp. Being able to feel them. Feel everything about them. Just like you'd always fantasized. And so, not being able to stop yourself, you moved your mother's hand in front of the right breast and gave it a very gentle little poke. Watching as the digit sunk into the soft, doughy and yet at the same time, surprisingly firm mound. Feeling this action from the other side also. Which really was amazing. Exclaiming in excitement, "Wow!" as you watched the finger bounce right back out again and the large, sweater clad sphere reform. Having finally discovered what a boob felt like, and obviously wanting to feel more.
You suddenly stopped yourself however. Before you let your fingers go completely to town on those magnificent mammaries that were now in your possession. Realizing of course that, as wild and exciting as this whole thing was, you still had no idea if you'd actually be able to return to your own body again. And even if you could, would she remember any of this? Of you being inside her, feeling up her boobs. Having no idea how any of this stuff worked and not really wanting to take the chance either.
Okay... If I got myself in here, there must be someway to reverse it. I just need to do the same thing I was doing before... Which was fantasizing about being inside her body. Therefore... logically... all you had to do was focus on being back in yours. You hoped.
Closing your eyes and attempting to filter out the all of the various distractions that you now had to deal with. Concentrating solely on yourself. There once again being a powerful buzzing sensation that appeared out of nowhere, followed by absolutely nothing at all. Physically jolting as reality abruptly reappeared. Finding yourself back where you'd started, lying on top of your bed.
"Oh, thank God!" you sighed on discovering that you were yourself. There no longer being all that hair, or those big heavy boobs weighing you down. Which, just to be safe, your hands quickly double checked for. Your chest being perfectly flat. While your familiar male genitalia was once again back where it should be between your legs. Feeling like you'd just come down from some sort of high. Your heart pounding and your breathing fast. Gazing dreamily at your surroundings.
Okay, that was... That was some trip, you thought. Sitting back up again as you were overcome with both amazement and relief. It seeming so utterly bizarre that this had actually just happened. That you'd actually been your mom.
Though for the moment you were glad to be yourself. Looking down at your skinny teenage body as if you were looking upon an old friend. The knowledge that you could come and go anytime you wanted certainly being an awesome one, but first you had to check on her. Find out what your mother had experienced on her end, and that she was indeed alright. Jumping off your bed and rushing out into the hall. Calling out, "Mom?" as you made your way towards her bedroom. A room you'd been sitting in just moments before.
"In here, sweetheart," you heard her call back. Which put an immediate halt to your hurry. Seeing how, from the tone of her voice, she sounded just the same as ever. Not concussed or amnesiac. Nor did she seem like she's experienced anything the least bit strange. Leading you to wonder if (as you had originally thought) she hadn't been 'there' at all. Her consciousness having completely switched off when you'd jumped inside her.
Tentatively, you pushed open the door and peered your head inside. Spotting her standing near her dresser, folding a few clothes and placing them inside.
"What's up?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.
This apparent normalcy completely throwing you off. Not knowing quite how to answer.
"I... uhm... I..."
Prompting her to give you a confused little smile. "Are you alright? You look a little lost."
"Me? Uh, yuh-yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," you told her. Feeling kind of stupid now truth be told as you quickly made up an excuse. "I just... I just wanted to make sure that you're okay. That you're still doing fine." Figuring the whole hospital angle was probably the best one to go down.
""Well, that's sweet of you to ask," she chirped. "But yes, I'm still doing fine. It takes more than a little concussion to take me out of action. Why... Are you not feeling okay?" Turning around then and displaying her incredibly large chest. The one that mere minutes before you'd given a little poke with a finger. Finding your eyes understandably drawn towards it.
Stuttering, "Nuh-nuh-no. No, I'm... I'm fine. I just... wanted to check is all. You know that... that you didn’t do anything weird without realizing...” Throwing this last part out just to be sure. Even though you felt like an idiot saying it.
Your mother cocking an eyebrow warily. “No... Not that I’m aware of.” Having completely lost her. Which was (in a way) a good sign. Meaning she definitely did not remember any of what had happened while you were her. Your time inside her body having gone completely unmarked.
Your immediate reaction to which was, Phew! again feeling relieved. This soon being followed by yet another bout of amazement. You’d possessed her entire body for a good few minutes and She had no freaking clue! The possibilities that this opened up being endless.
Though first you had to try not to appear like a total weirdo. Laughing , “Well that’s, uh... That’s good to hear. Anyway I... I guess I’ll leave you to it then.” Continuing to ignore your mother's bemused expression as you quickly backed your way out of the door. Throwing yourself against the nearest wall once you had.
Holy shit! This is... It's... It's just TOO much! Your power not only being real, but it seemed that there wasn't any consequences to it either. Meaning that there was no real reason for you not to take full advantage. To actually experience the very thing you'd been fantasizing about for years.
Well... other than the one big reason that was; Her being your mom.
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