You felt a twinge of guilt for your Mom as you realized you could twist this wish to your own purposes and save yourself from enslavement, but you thought about what you had to do in order to make that work. The magic had already left your fingertips before you regretted twisting the wish in the way that you did.
The magic leaped fourth from your fingertips and into your Mother's body, her eyes wide open as she let out a sharp gasp before the magic rendered her body inert and ripped her soul from her body. The lightning strike, like a clacker, flipped around and arc into your body as well. A split second of intense pain later, everything was dark, as you felt the magic tear your soul out of your combined form, separating it from the djinn inhabiting it. Everything was dark for one more second until the breath filled your lungs once again, and your eyes opened wide. The first thing you could see was a set of supple, lightly stretched mammeries below a familair looking bathrobe. You shakily stood, looking at your soft hands, and looked up at Zhham, starting to wake up.
"What... what happened?" Zhham stuttered with a familiar untraceable accent. "Wha-" Zhham noticed her body in that moment as well, or rather, your Mother, Mel, noticed that she was wearing Zhham's body. "What... how..." She said, stunned at her dark skin and large biceps, but more so by her misty tail which she had instead of legs. She looked up and the color seemed to drain on her face. "Wait... are you... is that Zhham? Am I you? Are you me?"
You nodded, and your dark red hair fell in front of your face from the towel turban it was wrapped up in. "Yes... in a sense. The body your in now is the same age as your children. So I made your wish come true." You muttered, somewhat regretfully. "It's a new path to follow for you to follow. I hope that's what you wanted."
Before she could protest, as she was now with a new master, the smoke engulfed her and retreated back into the Urn of Remembrance.
You picked up the Urn and made your way towards your room, and not your Mom's, as that was still a bit weird. You returned the minimally decorated, slightly disorganized bedroom and sat at the bed's edge.
You are become Mel, mother of three. You looked at your clean, carefully manicured nails, and then further down, at the full expanse of your new petite form. A moment passed as you stared at your new cleavage, obvious under the bathrobe. Then another moment.
"Fuck it," you blurted, very un-Mel-like, and you locked your door and threw off your bathrobe. Under it, your Mother was laid almost completely bare. You were almost getting used to being Zhham for a moment, then this... it was a major out of body experience.
You threw off the tower turban and the only thing remaining clinging to your still slightly damp body was a pair of lacy black panties. You looked back up at your bedroom mirror, your face sharply pink. "I'm sorry Mr. Krenshaw," you mimicked in a mother tone. "Liam is just having some trouble after his father passed. Please give him some time, okay?" The words dripped from your round lips, sickly sweet. The sensation of being your Mom was different than being yourself or Zhham. The world seemed to be brighter, your skin more sensitive to the cold. Your mother's old scars from the C-section she had when you had you and your sister, long since faded, sat the the slope of her bare stomach. You touched them experimentally with your new, soft hands, and started to develop a slight shiver as you did so. The touch was intimate. These were your hands. Your scars.
You replaced your robe, quickly covering yourself up in embarrassment. You were still curious about how this new body functioned, considering your full life you'd always been a man, but this was, after all, your mother's body, which you had to steal from her mere minutes before.
No, perhaps now was the best time to concoct a plan. You could, theoretically, save your Mom from servitude and get your body back. Though you weren't sure you could do it on your own. You would need a plan.
You thought of your best course of action at this moment, and considered...
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