Jeremy's eyes flickered open as he shook his head in an effort to wash away the disoriented cloudiness from his mind. Looking around, he was still in the attic, and must have fallen over, as he was looking straight up at the bare-boarded ceiling.
"What was in...," Jeremy said, not immediately recognizing the sound of his own voice, "...that book?". His voice was... different, but still very familiar. He definitely had heard it before, but why on earth was it coming out of his own mouth.
"Hello?" he said, again testing the soft alto voice in his throat. "This is too weird," he said, starting to panic slightly at the strangeness of his situation. If he didn't know better, he could swear he sounded just like his 50-year old mother. At this point, his heart started pounding more noticeably than his head as he was trying to make sense of his current situation. Knowing that at some point he would have to get up, Jeremy decided to face the facts and try to figure out what was going on.
Licking the teeth in his mouth, Jeremy could tell something had changed. The texture of his tongue just felt different. He cleared his throat a few more times, none of which made any bit of difference. With the bravery of a small child checking under their own bed for a monster, Jeremy lifted his hand, only to be more shocked. His youthful skin had been replaced with a tanned, petite hand. The left ring finger donned a simple wedding band with a singular, sizeable diamond. Trying his best not to panic, Jeremy continued his inspection. His knuckles were small, but proportionally jutted out from his thin fingers. The bangle on his left wrist fit snugly on his fleshy forearm.
"What the hell is this," he said in amazement.
Looking down, Jeremy was even more shocked. If he didn't know better, he could swear he had breasts! Large ones, at that. Since he was still on his back, they looked enormous as the smooshed together and blocked his view of the rest of his body. "Okay... this is really weird," he said as he quickly sat up. The motion could be felt all over his body as his new assets shimmied and jiggle nearly out of control. A wisp of blondish-brown hair fell across Jeremy's eyes, and he instinctively blew it out of the way.
Standing up now, Jeremy could feel the full weight of his new form. He spied a mirror in the corner of the attic, and decided to figure out what, or more accurately who, he was. Each step sent crazy signals to his brain as he could feel his breasts jiggle, thighs rub together, and ass shake with each and every step. As he peered around the corner of the the mirror, he almost passed out at the sight and reflection of his own mother.
Staring right back at him was the spitting image of his own mother. Her blue eyes and cropped hair looked disheveled as her mouth stood agape with an expression of surprise and confusion. "Oh no... no... no," Jeremy pleaded as he kneaded the pudgy cheeks on his new face. The sum of his situation started to set in on him as his pendulous breasts lifted up and down with each shallow breath, under the dark grey blouse his mother was wearing. He could feel her bra digging into his shoulders, and noticed how her slight tummy was pressing against the waist band in his shorts.
"Wait a minute, if I'm her, does that mean," he said, planning out his next move.
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