This choice: Lasts A Minimum Of 12 Hours • Go Back...Chapter #4Inconvenient by: Rita   "12 hours!?!" Pete was ludicrous, he couldn't believe that he heard his mom say that, "How do you know that it will last that long?"
"Well the same way I figured out the jewelry could swap our bodies," Jane looked down at her new legs, still admiring her body despite this new information, "I just touched the necklace, and all the information enter my head."
"Jesus, mom," Pete rested his head in his new manicured heads, "Didn't you think about the problems that might happen if I'm stuck in your body for half a day?"
"Huh," Jane rubbed her new masculine jaw in thought, "I guess I was just so excited about the positive aspects of the jewelry rather than the negative. It's no big deal, we'll just have to pretend to be each other for the time being. I doubt anyone but Cassandra would believe us."
"Mom, I'm having trouble matching your optimism here," Pete pointed a finger at his new face, "You honestly don't think anything bad will happen?"
"Well..." Jane stopped mid-sentence, as her eyes went wide, "Wait a minute, what day is it?"
"It's Friday," Pete rolled his eyes, "What, is Friday not a good body swapping day?"
"Actually Peter, no it is not," Jane said, as she began to nervously chew on her fingernails, "Friday is incredible inconvenient for me,":
"Inconvenient? Are you fucking kidding me!?" Pete asked furiously, , "How can you look at me with a straight face and say that? Look at me, mom! I'm a middle aged woman! I didn't sign up for this! Literally no one else has ever been more inconvenienced than me right now,"
"Watch your language while you're in my body," Jane ordered her dumbfounded son, "And you did sign up for this. The moment you put on that ring, you accepted the possibilities. Now I know this isn't an ideal situation for you, and now, it's not ideal for me either, but we gotta stick with it. I'm going to go see Cassandra to see if she can switch us back sooner, or else today will be a whole lot harder for the both of us."
"Wait, you're leaving?" Pete watched his mother walk towards the bedroom door, "You can't just leave me like this! What am I supposed to do if someone comes up here to talk to me or if someone calls your phone?"
"Oh, you're fine," Jane brushed off Pete's concerns as she twisted the doorknob, "Grandma's asleep and Emily’s at a friends house. You can just ignore my phone, I can afford to miss a few calls. I'll only be gone for a little bit, I'm sure you'll survive. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do." And with that, Jane left a very confused Pete in her bedroom.
"I can't believe this," Pete was blown away, finding it hard to grasp the situation. One moment, he was a regular teenage guy, and the next he was a busty older woman. Alright Pete tried to think calm thought, Just relax. Maybe sit down. Pete decided that was good idea, and took a seat to relax his mind.
This isn't so bad, Pete tried to convince himself, I'm just sitting down like usual. Just chilling. I can barely tell a difference. Pete found himself staring up the ceiling, it being the only angle in his sight where he couldn't see any changes. But even looking up was a challenge now with this new body. His mother's breasts were so large, that just bending his head up slightly put immense strain on his neck. So much for denial Pete rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. There was no way Pete could ever pretend like things were normal, at least not for twelve more hours. He was his own mother now, there no way past that.
"Well fuck," Pete said out loud in defeat, "This is happening and I need to accept it,". Pete, now self-motivated, looked back down at his new body. He had only taken a glance before, but in order to truly grasp the reality of it all, he needed to understand this was who he was now, or at least the moment. Can't just not look at myself Pete reassured himself, as he looked over his mother's body. Pete decided it was best to examine small things and work his way up to his mother's more noticeable parts. He started with her skin, noticing how smooth it was for a women her age. Not perfect by any means, but still pretty smooth. Pete realized how much darker his new skin was in comparison to his old body. Pete was mixed, with his father being Caucasian and his mother being mostly African. He had often wondered what he would look like if his complexion was darker, always assuming it would make him more of a ladies man. "Not what I meant by ladies man" Pete laughed at his own stupid joke.
"Alright," Pete was starting to get more comfortable with the idea of being his mother, "Maybe this won't be so horrible," Pete brought his new hands up to his face for closer inspection. His mother's hands had such thin and dainty fingers. Pete hands were much bigger and rigid in comparison. Pete wondered how hard he could punch in mother's body, or if would have any affect at all. I'd probably break a nail Pete chuckled as he moved over to his new fingernails. Pete had a nasty habit of biting his fingernails for as long as he can remember. To have nails this long was a little mind racking for Pete, but he shrugged it off as just one more tiny thing to get used to.
"Oh man," Pete sighed, as he couldn't avoid getting an eyeful of his mother's cleavage through the empty spaces between his fingers. He knew this was coming but was hoping he could stall before having to face them just yet. "No, now's the time," Pete told himself, "You have tits, now. Time to get over it.". With that, Pete moved his hands out of the way, and tried to take in the view. Pete, again, was shocked by the sheer size of them. Pete remembered overhearing his mother talking to someone on the phone about how she got asked if her boobs were real or not. She was terribly offended by the question and assured whoever she was talking to that they were in fact real. They look real enough to me Pete thought as he ran his eyes up and down his mother's cleavage.
Maybe I need to get a closer look? Pete continued to stare blankly at his mother's boobs, Not that I want to see anything! I just need to do this in order to accept it. That's it. I'm not some creepy guy who wants to see his own mother's boobs! Pete's thoughts weren’t so convincing but he moved forward anyways, as he pulled back part of his mother's shirt, exposing her bra clad breast.
"Whoa," was all that Pete could mutter, amazed at the tight, beautifully designed fabric around what was now his boob. While hundreds of thoughts came pouring in Pete's mind, he found himself...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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