“Wh-where am I?” I moaned groggily as I woke up in a room that was not the one I fell asleep in. It was…my daughter’s room? I looked down and saw I was in more than my daughter’s room: I was in her body! And her body was wearing nothing but the pink panties she had bought when we went shopping earlier in the week. I closed my eyes quickly, not wanting to see any more of my daughter’s nude body, even though it was hard to resist looking at the perky breasts that were now attached just below my eyes. It felt great to have boobs that didn’t weigh me down. Boobs that all the boys would stare at not because they were big, but because they were sexy.
Before I knew it, my hands were on those boobs, and my eyes were wide open…


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