“I guess I'll swap bodies.” Ethan said, not sure of what was going on, or even if this was real, last he remembered he was in his room, but all he saw was weirdly cloudy darkness.
“VERY WELL HUMAN. YOU SHALL HAVE THE BODY OF MARTHA SUMMERS, WHEN YOU AWAKE YOUR WISH SHALL BE GRANTED!” The voice echoed through the darkness and Ethan lost consciousness.
“ETHAN! ETHAN! HONEY ARE YOU OKAY?” He heard a voice shouting to him, blearily he opened his eyes and found himself looking at well, himself. “Oh thank god.” He heard himself say. “Your okay.”
“What's going on?” He reached his hand up to his forehead and stopped, his hand looked just like his mom's, and was wearing that weird ring from earlier.
“Ethan?” His former body said.
“Yeah, I'm okay.” He heard his mother's voice say at his command. “I just need to get back up, kinda passed out.”
“Did you skip breakfast again?” His mother in his body grumbled.
“Yeah, stupid right?” Ethan said awkwardly, trying to grasp what's going on. “I'll get something after I get myself back together.”
“You'd better.” His body said, Ethan in his mom's body sat up, feeling his breasts shift as he realized he was still dressed the way he was this morning. “Mom, do I look different to you?”
“What are you talking about, you look like your normal self, a handsome young man, are you high right now?”
“No... just a little disoriented. I'll be fine.”
“Well don't do that again young man, I can't afford another scare like that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” His mother said, leaving in his body, and leaving him along with hers. Ethan got up and walked over to his mirror, feeling every jiggle of this new and alien body, and gasped. There staring back at him was his mom, a slightly plump, busty and blonde woman, someone who until a few minutes ago, wasn't him. And she didn't even realize that things were any different, he still wore the same clothes and she still called him Ethan.
Ethan scrambled for his phone, stumbling over to the dresser where he had left it to look at his pictures, and sure enough, there she was, where he had been standing in all of his pictures, making the same expressions he had and all. “Holy Fuck.” He looked at the ring. “You really changed me didn't you? Well how do I change back?” The ring glowed, and in its gem he saw....
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