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Me, my mother and I

A month passed from unexpected exchange of bodies with Mom. So far we do not know how it happened. In the early days I could not completely cope as a single 40 year old mother. Though after a while I began to cope with, and even very liked women’s clothes. Interestingly after 2 weeks, I started to feel sexual needs. I never thought about my mother, as a sexual object. But now as I was her, I began to feel attracted to men. At the beginning I felt very awkward. “This is gay. I can’t think about dicks”I thought, but hormones won. I started masturbating, but after several days it was not enough. Then I remembered about my football coach. Always he looked excited for my mom. I went to training with my mother as a parent. I reciprocate his flirtatious glances. When my mother went to the locker room, I approached him and invited for tomorrow night, when mom had to go to my friends play on the console. Read more

Getting better at this

Martin had gotten a lot better at dressing up and putting on makeup since he accidentally swapped bodies with his mom two months ago. He sure had a lot of hard time seeing her body naked or putting on her lingerie. It wasn’t weird anymore to see her face in the mirror every morning and Martin got pretty used to his new feminine assets. He also enjoyed being the one in power in their house. Since he was a mother now he could order his mom in his body to do whatever he wanted. Read more

Unaware

15 years old Steven was an only child so when his mother announced she’s expecting he was more than happy. Steven promised his mom that he would help her durning this time no matter what’s need to be done. His mother Lindsey used his enthusiasm and with the help of her grandma’s medalion she performed a body swap spell so he would take her place for a short time. Read more

Acting strange

“Hey dad. How was work?” Mike asked his father. John looked at his wife “Dad? Since when you are calling me daddy again?” He smirked and embraced his wife. “Oh, i’m just joking around” Mike was panicking inside. John leaned to kiss his wife on the lips but Mike turned his head and ended up getting a kiss in the cheek. “I swear to God Lizzy, you’re acting strange lately. You and Mike” He said and pressed his wife closer to him. “You’re imagining things” Mike laughed and tried to get away but failed. He didn’t have the courage to tell his father that a week ago he was messing with his inventions and accidentally swapped bodies with his mom.
“Um… John” Mike started sweating when he felt his father’s hand caressing his butt. “You’ve been avoiding me lately. I don’t know what are you playing but i’m getting some of this ass today” John whispered into his ear. Mike squeaked when his dad picked him up. He warped his arms around his neck, afraid that he may drop him. “John, what about dinner? It will get cold” Mike was trying to get out form this situation as his father carried him to his parents bedroom. “Screw it. I’m going to eat you for dinner” John said and closed the door.

Week as his mom

Sharon had used some sort of magic spell to teach her son a lesson about adulthood. His behavior was bad recently so this will be a perfect oportunity to show him how hard could be a life of an adult. In an instant Mike turned form a 16 years old boy into a 35 years old woman who was an excact copy of his mother. She then told him he would take her place for a week and turned into a copy of Mike. She left him alone so Mike could get used to his new body and packed her things for the school trip Mike was supposed to go but now she will go instead. Read more

A Family Swap (Part 1)

As I was listening to my dad, I couldn’t help but sigh. One of his invention malfunctioned and now I am in my mother’s body. It would have been fine if I had to stay like this for only a few minutes but apparently the machine was broken now… Read more

A Mother’s Work 3

Jason knew there was no avoiding this. He had known from the beginning when his mom, after forcibly switching their bodies using that damned coin, emphasized the fact that he, Jason, now had a husband. And there was almost no denying it now, at least in the literal sense. How could he deny it when looking down he saw his two slender hands, adorned with long nails and a wedding band, unbuttoning zipping the fly down of a man, who until today he’d known as his, father. Jason knew the truth and his mother did too, but to the rest of the world he was Helen, 49 year old mother of two and wife to John, and it was their anniversary. Read more

Broken Machine 4

Now that I had indulged my mother by putting on underwear, I slipped the loose shorts and tshirt back and the two of us headed back down to the dinner table. Immediately I could see and feel the difference the bra made. The jiggling that had annoyed me for the past day and a half was hugely reduced, and it also raised my bust making them look perkier and firmer. You could definitely tell that I’d put one on, evidenced by how my father and siblings stared at me when I reentered the room. The room was quiet as I sat back down and picked up my fork.
“Nice bra, bro.” My brother joked. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him.
“How about we stop discussing your brother’s chest, hmm?” My mother spoke up, “Or are you so fascinated by it you’d like to take a turn in it after your father fixes the machine?”
“And risk getting stuck like David? No thanks.” My brother said, taking a sip from his drink.
“Then keep your mouth shut.” She said from my body. Though I was embarrased to have to be defended, I was grateful that my mom put an end to it for now. I didn’t say much for the rest of dinner, and even though the conversation was directed away from me, I was still hyper consious of the bra. I wasn’t able to ignore how it constricted me or how the straps dug into my shoulders. A few times when my siblings weren’t looking I tried to adjust it through my shirt. At one point my brother caught me pulling at my shoulder strap and flashed a knowing smile at me.
After dinner I went straight to the guest room to get away from my annoying siblings. At this point I was counting the moments until my father fixed the machine and I could go back to my body. This whole experience was becoming the worst few days of my life. As soon as I got to the guest room I locked the dor and took my bra off. The initial feeling of release was wonderful, like kicking your shoes off at the end of the day. I’d only had the thing on for less than an hour but as long as I was alone I’d rather deal with the jiggling than the constriction.
The rest of the evening I spent in the guest room, only leaving to use the bathroom, something that I still despised in this body. Luckily, I didn’t see my siblings again for the rest of the evening. Read more