“Ugh that’s weird. I mean if I have to choose I guess I'll swap lives?" He replied.
He didn't really think anything would come of it, but lives sounded the most interesting, almost like something out of a video game.
"Very well then, human! When you awake, your desire shall be granted!", boomed in his mind. Ethan was about to snap back, but he suddenly felt the world around him fade away, as he once again was unable to focus just as when he had passed out before.
Ethan woke up, feeling rather confused. His eyes shot wide, and he almost fell over. Oddly, he was no longer at his desk, but he was standing in the kitchen. Ethan caught himself on the counter, sighing out loud with relief.
"What the hell." He muttered. "Did I like, sleep walk here? How long was I out?"
Glancing up at the microwave, the time showed that it had only been a few minutes. There was some relief with that, but that's when something caught his eye. Beside the time was the dark reflection from the microwave's glass door. He saw his own face looking back, but his head looked, taller somehow? After squinting for a moment, he realized what it was... he had way more hair.
He felt the top of his head, and confirmed what the reflection showed. Somehow, his hair was long enough to be pulled into a bun. Almost in disbelief, he decided to undo the bun, silently hoping it would just pop off and he was mistaken. Instead, his messy brown hair fell past his hears, up to his shoulders. In following its fall, he spotted that he was also no longer wearing what he was before.
Instead of wearing his red T-shirt with some grey sweatpants, he was now wearing a light yellow sundress with a flower motive. On his feet were some flip-flops, and to his horror his nails were painted red. As he pressed his new dress, there was a pinching he felt on his shoulder. Looking underneath, he found it came from a white bra he had on underneath his dress. Somehow, it was fit perfectly to his obviously flat chest.
He held his hands in front of him. On one hand, he was wearing his mother's wedding ring, and on the other hand was the ring that he had found.
"What the fuck!? W-Was the voice real!?" He shouted, completely shocked to be dressed like his mother.
"Woah, Mom are you alright?" Emily's voice suddenly asked as she walked into the room.
"E-Emily?" Ethan gawked. "What'd you just call me?"
"Oh shut up Mom." She laughed, rolling her eyes. "I've been calling you mom since I was twelve, you don't need to make such a fuss every time I call you that."
"Mom...." He muttered, in shock that apparently, Emily thought that he was their mother.
Just then, Emily interrupted Ethan's panic as she greeted someone walking down the stairs.
"Oh, hey dork." She muttered, as Ethan's Mom walked down the stairs.
His mother walked down the stairs, fully wearing Ethan's clothes. The red t-shirt Ethan had been wearing was now draped over her body. As she walked down each step, her d cups bounced randomly without support. Her large ass and thick thighs were only more accentuated by the grey sweat pants she now wore. Her nails were un-styled, her face was void of makeup, and her dirty blonde hair was now slightly messy, but was cut short upon her head.
"Oh, hey loser." Ethan's mother chuckled, going up and giving Emily a fake punch to her shoulder.
"Woah Mom, your hair's down." Martha chuckled, sounding like she was doing her best him impression. "What's the occasion?"
That's when...
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