"...Your mother's and she's in yours."
You could still remember when he said that, Dr. Saunders. The six words that changed your entire existence forever. That at the time had been almost impossible to believe. How could you, Tim Connors, an ordinary, healthy 16 year old boy possibly be your own 41 year old mom? That was married to your dad and mother to your two younger siblings? It simply not making any sense. No matter how much mumbo jumbo he or Dr. Kerry tried to convince you otherwise. It simply being too ridiculous to even fathom.
Though fathom it you did, and hard. Not only when they had shown you her shocked and confused looking reflection in the mirror. Nor when she herself appeared inside your own skinny, shaggy haired form. But instead when the drugs you were on had finally worn off and you were actually able to see it... Feel it... Experience it for yourself. Near enough having a mental breakdown right there on the hospital floor. It having been at that point more than your mind could handle. Doubting that anyone would actually be able to take that kind of news well. Nor the news that followed. That not only were you now stuck inside her body but due to some crazy legality you had to actually pretend to be here as well. Live her life as she would and convince others that you were in fact Jennifer Connors, devoted wife, homemaker and mother to three kids. None of which you were even close to being. You were just a regular teenage boy. A teenage boy who did boy things. Like play video games. Hang out with your friends. Ogle girls from afar. And watch porn. Lots and lots of porn. You didn't know anything about any of that other stuff. Nor did you have any desire to.
Unfortunately it didn't seem like you had much of a choice. Having it explained to you that if anyone other than your family ever found out then your lives would be pretty much over. You'd be known as the body swapped freaks and hounded by the media. And that was only the best case scenario. The doctors indicating that it could be much worse. You could well end up spending the rest of your days being studied in a lab. Never to be seen or heard of. Which obviously nobody wanted. This sounding like a fate worse than death. Which your mother was quick to assure you, that as strange and as difficult as your situation was, it was a hell of a lot better than that. Having had both of your lives saved by transplant. So really you should be thankful.
Which you supposed that you should. This being something to cling onto at least; The fact that you weren't actually dead. Even if you were now 26 years older, a woman, and your mom. Which was of course super weird and creepy.
As were the days that followed the two of you being discharged. Which was spent getting yourselves acclimatized to your new existence. Your mother showing you all of the things you'd need to know now as a woman. Most of which were super embarrassing and uncomfortable. Not knowing quite what was worse... Being shown how to put on a bra, insert a tampon, and keep yourself clean 'down there', or having to sit and listen to a seemingly never ending list of household chores. Having thought that school sucked, but that was nothing compared to this. Your entire life now consisting of cleaning, cooking and getting your brother and sister out of bed. Which was hardly the one you'd dreamed of. The one where you were a rock star video game developer with a giant mansion, fast cars and who only ever had sex with big breasted super models. As unlikely as any of that happening actually was.
And so here you now were, a little over two weeks since this had first happened. Doing your best to, as your mother frequently told you, "make the most of this second chance". Which you weren't entirely sure included being stuck at home doing the vacuuming while everyone else was out. Your father at work and her, David and Tabitha at school. Where you should technically be right now. Not her.
Despite this, and despite the fact that you no longer got to interact with your friends, see the girl you had a crush on, or peer down your sexy History teacher's blouse when she bent over, you no longer had to sit through all of those boring ass lessons. Which was definitely a positive. Having really hated school and most of the people in it. Plus, you'd discovered, if you really put the peddle to the meddle with the cleaning and cut a few corners here and there, you'd free up a lot more time to do whatever you wanted before anyone else got home. Which had basically consisted of playing your Xbox. Obviously not getting much of a chance to do so at any other time. Not only because of all these damn chores, but because it, along with your bedroom wasn't really yours any longer. Your mother having decided that, what was yours was now hers and vice versa. As it would appear odd to anyone who was visiting if a middle aged woman was both living and sleeping in her teenage son's room. Ousting you from within it and sticking you in the spare room instead. Where you could store all of her things that you would need for day-to-day life. Clothes, shoes, makeup, hair products, underwear. All that kind of crap. Which wasn't exactly ideal, but at least you didn't having to sleep in the same bed as your father. Pretending to be your mom thankfully not going quite that far. Much to your relief.
And while playing video games was still an important part of your life (if a little more difficult due to your mother's slightly longer nails), you had more recently found something else to occupy your time. Having, in an effort to cope with the fact that you were now inside the body of the very woman who gave birth to you, turned to the internet for assistance. Spending hours and hours trawling through websites and searching on Google for 'mothers and sons who've swapped bodies'. As well as numerous other variations on this theme. Which, unsurprisingly, didn't really lead to anything overly informative or helpful. Being the first person in recorded history that this had actually ever happened to and all. Instead you found nothing but fetish websites and forums. Filled with stories, captions and discussions on what it would be like if such a thing were actually possible. Which did make you laugh. The irony of it. Thinking to yourself as you browsed through some of these posts, These guys have absolutely no freaking clue! Though they'd probably freak the hell out if they did.
And despite not getting any useful or practical advice, you did find yourself frequenting these websites none the less. Being curious enough to read through some of these stories and explore this very particular kink. A kink that while entirely new and not something that you'd ever thought about before, certainly held an appeal. Rather enjoying comparing and contrasting what you yourself were personally going through. What seemed real and unreal and what was something that under no circumstances you ever dream of doing. Which turned out to be a hell of a lot. Although the same could be said for the other end. Having, in your time since becoming your mom, had to confront certain aspects of her body and sexuality that you never would have dreamed of. That, as a former horny teen was now impossible to ignore. Namely having access to a pair of breasts and a vagina. Where ever and whenever you wanted. Having explored and experimented with these particular body parts in ways that had very much excited you. And yet also made you feel extremely guilty and weird. Despite it being your body now and your parts, it still seemed wrong. Something that you wondered if your mom, who now had your penis, was having trouble with too.
This being where the stories helped out, and the discussions on forums even more. Where the members explained what it was about this niche offshoot of the TG fetish that turned them on so much. What they'd do if they suddenly became their moms. And many other insights as well. Finding yourself following along with these conversations and even, after a while spent lurking, making a few posts of your own. Gauging in a way what this community thought of the things that you yourself had done in your mother's body so far. Though obviously not being stupid enough to reveal your real identity, or the fact that you actually were her. Instead posing as someone else. An interested party that, like Swapster205, Mamasb0i, or earlTG, got excited by this kind of thing. Which, the more you interacted with them all on the forums, the more you found yourself actually doing. Accepting the inherent kink factor of being your own mother. Of possessing the same breasts you'd once nursed from, the vagina that had pushed you out into the world, and the very womb in which you'd grown. Feeling a times, as you read all of the various comments, like you imagined an undercover celebrity might. Hearing people gushing about them, completely unaware that they were actually listening. Inflating your ego and giving you a real sense of pride. Pride for who and what exactly you were.
Which was the reason that you decided to take your anonymous posting a little further still. By....
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