This choice: Jack and his Mom are effected. They swap • Go Back...Chapter #4Jack and his Mom end up swapping by: Kirafair   Chelsea drifted off to sleep thinking of how proud she was of her children. She loved them dearly and cherished every minute she spent with them. But these moments would be more difficult to arrange in the near future. Bethany would be graduating next spring with her nursing degree and Jack was on track to earn his Bachelors in Chemical Engineering. Of the two, Bethany was more likely to remain nearby as nurses were always in demand at the local hospitals. Jack, on the other hand, would probably have to relocate to another part of the country. Her kids were about to become adults and head off to live their own lives. Knowing this was inevitable did nothing to diminish the heartache.
As she slept, her body began to grow larger as the YourEssence drug intended for her son began to exerts its effects.
*****
Jack’s thoughts that night were about his girlfriend Erika. They had managed to carve out a couple hours for just themselves earlier today but they had to restrain their hormone fueled desires. Getting too frisky in a local coffee shop was still frowned upon even in the year 2065. Erika had begun to drop hints about planning their future together. For Jack, his pending graduation in 6 months seemed a world away. He was content with living day to day.
Because of the pill mixup, his body began to shrink while he was asleep. The male genitalia that Erika longed for were replaced with the sex organs of his mother. His fairly well muscled torso morphed into C-cup breasts and a thin waist. For years, Chelsea Hughes’ friends had been encouraging her to move on from the memory of deceased husband and find a new man to share her life with. She had a beautiful body and surely would not be wanting for dozens of suitors. Within the space of a few hours, Jack developed that exact body.
*****
Chelsea began to wake around 7 AM before the alarm went off. As she stirred under the bed covers, she immediately sensed something was amiss. The Blue satin cami dress she wore to bed was painfully compressing her chest. She jumped out of bed as her brain struggled to process the deluge of unusual sensations. Naturally, her gaze dropped down in an effort to understand what was going on with her sleep wear. The view wrought havoc with her sanity. Her breasts were gone! The satin material of her cami dress was under an assault holding back a muscular chest. The hem of her nightie, which normally ended mid thigh, was unable to cover a large cock and balls which hung in full view. Worst of all, this cock was fully erect.
An anguished cry escaped her lips. A deep booming sound. Chelsea reached for the nearby wall to steady herself as the blood rushed from her head.
*****
Bethany had the closest bedroom and she was an early riser anyway. Without fulling understanding the nuances in the anguished cry, her nursing training kicked into gear. She rushed into her mother’s bedroom intending to help only to stop short at the vision greeting her.
“What the hell Jack? Why are you wearing Mom’s nightgown” she accused the person whom she logically considered must be her brother.
‘His’ expression revealed complete horror. “Jack? I”m not Jack” he spat out a reply. Bethany was stunned into silence by ‘his’ mannerisms. Her brain struggled to grasp what was going on as she watched ‘Jack’ rush to the vanity mirror. Jack’s hands roamed over ‘his’ face and body confirming what ‘his’ eyes were seeing. ‘He’ kept muttering “This can’t be real” over and over again
Despite what her eyes showed, Bethany sensed something was very much out of the ordinary. Her brother was not acting like himself.
“What is going on here?” she pleaded
‘Jack’ slowly turned to look at her. His expression became deadly serious “I’m not your brother. I understand looks may be deceiving but I’m really your mother”
It only took a few minutes to convince Bethany she was telling the truth. Jack described intimate knowledge to Bethany only her mother would know.
“Okay. I believe you. But how is this even possible?” she cried.
Bethany watched as her mother paced back and forth. Just like she always did when working on a problem. Drawing upon her nursing training, a probable cause for her Mother’s transformation came to mind. Chelsea must have utilized her experience with the pharmaceutical industry to arrive at similar conclusion. They said simultaneously
“YourEssence!”
*****
Chelsea stroked her chin thoughtfully. She was momentarily distracted by the beard stubble but her mind quickly regained its laser focus.
“A mix-up at the factory. That must be it! I took one of the pills meant for Jack”
Her daughter nodded in agreement “How do you feel?” she asked cautiously.
She took a moment to assess her new body. “Fine actually. No pain. I feel normal other than I’m so much taller. And hairier. And my voice…”
Bethany averted her gaze and shielded her eyes with one hand. “That’s good I guess. Do you think you can cover your junk up with something. This is really weird.”
Chelsea tilted her head quizzically unfamiliar with the slang term she just used. It finally dawned on when her when Bethany blindly pointed down toward her male genitalia.
‘Oh right. That’s how kids refer to a male’s cock and balls’ she thought.
“Sorry” she apologized covering her privates with both hands. “I doubt I can find anything in my room that will fit. I’ll have to get something from…”. Her words trailed off as the expression on her face changed to horror once more.
Bethany noticed immediately “What’s wrong?”
“If I got Jack’s pills, you don’t think?” she asked with forlorn hope
They rushed into Jack’s bedroom only to realize their worst fears had come to pass. Snuggled up happily under the covers in oversized flannel pajamas was, by all appearances, Chelsea Hughes.
*****
With his Mom and sister’s help, Jack was able to proceed fairly quickly through the various stages of emotion trauma upon waking in his new body. Their calm words allowed him to skip by denial and move right on to anger directed at the screw-up by YourEssence.
Now the three sat brooding around the kitchen table as the coffee machine brewed up a full pot. They would need every last drop to help focus on their current plight.
Jack sat hunched in his chair wrapped up in his Mom’s fluffy robe. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest as his mind tried to deal with this reality. Jack had always looked up to his Mom. Even in a metaphorical sense when his height surpassed her’s years ago. Chelsea was the rock that held the family together after his Dad’s passing. She became the breadwinner. The one who served as both parental figures in his life. He practically idolized her. Now he was her.
Bethany was currently searching the ‘Net’ for information. Her initial findings suggested this debacle would resolve if the two didn’t take another dose. Their bodies should return to their normal state over the next 24 hours. Give or take. Somewhat disconcerting were the case reports of individuals who had more prolonged transformation periods. Bethany thought it wise not to disclose that info at the moment.
Still retaining her maternal habits, Chelsea placed three cups of coffee down on the table. Bethany took the liberty to prepare Jack’s coffee like he normally took it. Similar to her personal preferences, Black with a little sugar. Chelsea added some French Vanilla creamer to her own cup. As the three took their first sip together, Bethany was the only one who didn’t nearly spit it out. Both Jack and his mom grimaced in disgust.
“Ugh. That tastes terrible” he exclaimed. His mom had a similar reaction. Bethany studied the two for a moment before reaching over and switching the mugs in front of them.
“Try it again” she suggested
Jack tentatively took a second sip and while he wouldn’t say he loved the taste of cream in his coffee, it tasted much better than before.
“Fascinating” Chelsea muttered as she likewise appreciated the coffee prepared for Jack.
“Seems you have each other’s taste buds now” Bethany observed.
He threw his hands up in despair. “Oh great! I’m becoming my own mother. I can’t be seen like this! We have to cancel everything planned for today.”
Jack looked at the two for support. Bethany appeared in favor but his Mom quietly studied him while stroking her chin thoughtfully. After a few moments, she placed both palms on the table upon reaching a decision. Chelsea uttered just a single word with absolute conviction.
“No!”
*****
Chelsea Hughes, in her 42 years of life, had dealt with more adversity than one might be expected. Those past experiences provided her with the confidence that today’s mishap with the YourEssence pills could be overcome. There might even be a silver lining here. As she studied her son, a common business practice came to mind. One going by the acronym SWOT.
Oddly enough, her staff had recently conducted one for YourEssence. The anti-aging drug certainly was a Threat (T) to her company’s Oncology drug sales. More so with each passing each year as people who might develop a malignancy, thereby requiring treatment with chemotherapy, would never do so while taking YourEssence. Her own situation however revealed a potential Weakness (W) which related to consumer confidence in the product. As the word spread that people might turn into someone else because of a mixup, said confidence would plummet.
She performed a modified SWOT on her son Jack. His Strengths (S) were his intelligence and his ability to adapt to rapidly changing circumstances. But that latter point was also a weakness. She had to concede he was too laid back and often went with the flow for everything. For example, his girlfriend Erika had been the one to ask him out.
Thus, there may be an Opportunity (O) for her son to experience some personal development. She was confident she could help him. Chelsea had helped coach sales reps for many years on how to improve their intersections with customers. Though she might not look like it at this moment, she was going to be a good mother for her son.
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