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I know, this story isn't all that origional, and is a recycling of previous
stories of mine. But it was what I happened to feel like writing at the
moment, and I did put a few newer twists into it. If anyone wishes to archive
this story, please contact me.
Mommy's Day
By Morpheus
Dressed only in her white satin robe, Marion sat down, with her fresh
cup of coffee, and began paging through the newspaper. She yawned, still
trying to wake up. She ignored her son Jason, who slurped his cereal down
rather noisily across the table from her. Suddenly he stopped, and looked up.
"Happy mothers day" he said, then went back to slurping his cereal.
Some mothers day, Marion thought to herself. Then, as Jason
accidentally dropped his bowl to the floor, splattering glass and milk all over,
Marion winced. "What I really want for mothers day" she told herself, "Is a
break from that kid"
Marion was only 24 years old, and still very attractive, but she felt a
little trapped by her 8 year old son. His bastard father had abandoned her as
soon as he'd found out she was pregnant, leaving her to drop out of high
school, and raise him by herself. She loved him, but still felt a little
resentment towards Jason. Feeling that somehow, he was to blame for her
never having had a chance to fulfill her ambitions and dreams. She knew that
it was ridiculous, but she couldn't help but feel that way at times. And this
was one of them.
"But mommy.." Jason said, impatiently, "all the other kids are going
to see that movie. Why can't I"
"Because I said so" snapped Marion. You're too young to see that
kind of stuff. Its too violent and too messy. You can watch that kind of stuff
when you're older. Angrily, Jason stomped away, pouting.
Marion sighed, then stepped on one of those stupid action figures that
Jason had left on the floor, and got angry. Here she was, not even having
had a chance to get dressed yet, and Jason was already making her life
miserable with his constant demands. Still annoyed, she went to her bedroom
to make her own bed. Then she'd have to get Jason to make his.
Jason dropped onto his bed, feeling angry. All his friends were
talking about this movie. It was supposed to be really good, and looked really
cool. But unfortunately, it was PG13, and his mommy wouldn't let him go,
saying he was too young. What did she think he was, a baby?
Angrily he stared at the wall, in the direction he thought his mommy
was at. She always did this to him. Saying he couldn't do this, or he couldn't
do that. Or she'd tell him what to do, always bossing him around. He hated
being treated like such a baby. He was a whole 8 years old, and was too big
to be treated like that, he kept telling himself.
"And what does she do?" he asks himself out loud. "She just sits
around the house all day, collecting child support and welfare. And I don't
get any of it" Still angry, he didn't bother to consider that his mommy had
been working at a store until very recently, and was still looking for another
job.
"She sure has it easy" he told himself. "No one to boss her around, or
tell her what to do. For just once, I'd like to be the boss"
Marion tried forcing herself to relax, then smiled. She opened her
jewelry box, pulling out a necklace her mother had once given her. And her
grandmother had given it to her mother. It had been in the family for several
generations, and made Marion smile at the memory of her own mother. She
carried it with her as she walked back to the table, and sat down to finish her
coffee, holding the necklace in her hands tightly, then her thoughts started
drifting back to Jason.
It made her so angry that he didn't listen to her. Her day was hard
enough as it was, and she was so tired of his talking back. "For just once..."
she muttered to herself, "I wish he could see what my day is like. For just
one day"
Staring at the wall, Jason felt a strange tingle in his head. Everything
started to blur for him for a few seconds, then he could see again. He saw
that he was at the kitchen table, and wondered how he got there. He tried to
get up, but he couldn't move, causing him to start getting scared.
He realized that he was holding something in his hands, and tried to
look down at them, but couldn't even do that. After a few moments, he
looked down, without willing himself too. His body had just reacted on its
own. He saw that he was holding some kind of necklace, and put it down.
He noticed that his hands were all wrong. They weren't his hands. He tried
to scream, but he couldn't. His mouth wouldn't obey him.
In horror, he watched helpless as his hand reached for a cup of coffee
and brought it up to his lips. He tried as hard as he could not to, but he just
couldn't keep from doing it. Taking a sip from the coffee, Jason found it
strong and bitter, but somehow liked it at the same time. He tried putting it
down, but his hands still wouldn't obey him. In a panic, he screamed out for
help, "Mommy" or at least he tried to. But again, his mouth wouldn't obey
him, and no sounds came out.
Jason tried to force himself to calm down, and realized just how odd
his body felt to him. He was sure that he felt some kind of weight on his
chest, but he couldn't look down and see. Absently, he noticed that he
seemed to be bigger too. Curiosity was beginning to take hold, though his
fear and confusion was still stronger by far.
His hands brought the cup up to his lips again, and he found himself
forced to take another sip, fighting it as much as he could, but finding that it
had no effect. Finally, he put the cup down, and started to feel a little
relieved, at the same time, worried. About what was going to happen next.
He didn't know what had happened, and didn't have any clues. All he
could do was go for a ride, with no control over his own actions. He felt so
helpless like this, unable to even put a cup down when he wanted to.
Curiously, he wondered what he was doing as he started to bend over
for something. He saw his hands reach for a pack of his mommy's cigarettes,
and tried to pull back. He couldn't stop himself though as he pulled one
cigarette from the pack, and brought it up to his lips.
He tried screaming again, panicking. He couldn't believe this. Those
things were too gross, and he was going to smoke one, not having any
choice. He screamed in his head as his hands brought a lighter up, and lit the
end of the cigarette. Trying to pull back had no effect, and he found himself
unwilling sucking in. He felt the smoke come into his mouth, and go down
his throat. He felt it in his lungs. A second later, he blew the smoke back out.
Jason felt shocked. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. He
couldn't even help himself, and wanted to scream out in frustration. Again,
he found himself taking another draw from the cigarette, and realized that it
didn't hurt, like he'd thought it would. It felt kinda weird, but it didn't hurt.
It tasted funny too. He'd expected it to taste horribly foul and disgusting, but
it wasn't. At least not completely. It tasted strange to him though, and he
couldn't help himself from sitting there, smoking the cigarette and drinking
coffee, feeling helpless and trapped.
After a little while, he snubbed the cigarette out, and got up, taking
the empty coffee cup to the sink. He realized just how tall he was, seeing the
cupboards above the sink, eye to eye. Scared, he wondered what was going
on, trying still to fight his body.
He found himself walking to the bathroom, then stopped in front of
the mirror there. He was horrified to see his own mom looking back at him.
So that's why he didn't see his mom. He was somehow inside of her. As
scared as he was, he found it a little amusing. He might have been laughing
had he been able to, and he weren't so scared.
His hands ran through his hair, which was still damp from his
mommy's shower earlier. He found himself sitting on the toilet, and going to
the bathroom. He was disgusted by the feelings of the urine spraying out. He
found himself looking down, wiping between his legs with toilet paper. He
was startled to see what was there. His wee wee was gone, and there was
some kind of hole there instead.
He realized that girls had this between their legs. He found it also
very odd to see hair all around it. He wanted to stare at it an examine it more,
but he couldn't make his body respond to him, and he got back up, and went
into his mommy's bedroom.
Sitting down on her chair, he found himself brushing his hair. He
didn't try fighting it, realizing how useless it was. He wondered what had
caused this, and if he'd get back to normal. He was still scared, but his
curiosity was beginning to get stronger. Since he was his mommy, he was
going to see everything that she did.
After a short while, he found himself going through his moms
drawers and closet, pulling out clothes and setting them on her bed. He
pulled off the robe he'd been wearing, and stood before the small mirror on
his moms dresser, unable to help himself as his hands carefully ran over
those lumps on his chest.
He finally got a good look at them, since his mom was looking at
them very carefully, as if trying to find something. They were funny looking
he thought, and the nipples were a lot bigger than his own, and a lot darker.
They felt strange when his hands ran over them.
Finally, his mom seemed satisfied, and went over, putting a pair of
panties on. Jason felt himself slide the panties up his legs, and making sure
they fit. It felt funny to have them pushing against his groin, but with nothing
there. His hands reached for the bra on their own, and carefully put it on,
snappy the hooks in the back, and adjusting the little cups.
Jason felt funny with it on, and just a little uncomfortable, though his
chest didn't feel as heavy anymore. His hands reached over to the bed again,
and he put on the pair of jeans, surprised at how tight they seemed on him.
He put a green t shirt on, and finally, he put on a pair of his moms sandals,
finding that they had a slight heel in the back.
He got up and walked away, finding that his body was still walking
without any problems. He felt funny with the small heels on, but it didn't
hurt and he kept walking, unable to stop himself. After hanging up the robe,
and neatening a few things up, he found himself making the bed.
Afterwards, he sat down in the chair again, and reached for the
makeup on the table. He began to panic again and pulled back as hard as he
could, trying to fight again. Again though, he couldn't even make his body
slow down or change its movement in any way. Carefully his hands started
to put mascara on, with experienced motions. He found it very funny feeling,
and tried to fight it again, afraid that he'd poke one of his eyes.
When nothing happened, he watched curiously as his hands put on
the rest of the makeup and the lipstick, knowing that there was nothing he
could do. The makeup was very light, but Jason felt it all over his face,
thinking how gross it was to put it all on. Just when he thought he was done,
he carefully put a small watch on his arm, a ring on one of his fingers, then
put in some ear rings. He was scared when his hands reached up to put those
in, afraid that it would hurt, but it didn't, which greatly relieved him.
Finally, Jason found himself walking out of his moms room. He
wasn't sure where he was walking to, then realized that he was at his own
bedroom door. He stuck his head in, seeing himself sitting on the floor,
playing with some of his toys. He was surprised at this, and even more
surprised when his body said, "Hi mommy"
"Make you're bed up" Jason found himself saying, surprised to hear
that coming from his own mouth, and in his moms voice" He'd known that
would happen, but it still hit him. He felt his own face glare down at his old
body, and then the bed, then turn around, leaving the room.
Helplessly, he walked back to the kitchen table, and found himself
picking up another cigarette. Not again, he thought to himself. Unable to stop
himself, he lit another cigarette, and sucked on it, blowing the smoke back
out. He found himself sitting down on the couch, and turning the TV on. It
was some stupid soap opera, and he wanted to change the channel more than
anything, but as much as he tried he couldn't make his hand move.
He sat there, smoking the cigarette and watching the soap. He was
disgusted that he couldn't even shut his eyes to keep from watching it.
Helplessly he stared at the show. Boring, he kept telling himself. Some
stupid woman was going on about how her sister slept with her husband and
their dog was dying of cancer.
Jason was actually relieved when the commercial came, and he got up
again. However, he sat back down a few minutes later with just another cup
of coffee. A little later, he saw his own body come out and walk past, but he
couldn't turn his head to look.
A few minutes after that, he felt his elbow being touched, and turned
his head, seeing himself standing there.
"Happy mothers day" Jason heard in his own voice, "I made this for
you in school" and held something out.
Jason picked it up in his hands, and looked at it. It was the mothers
day card he'd made in school. He'd wanted so much to give it to his mom,
and found that getting it was extremely weird. He felt his mouth move into a
smile, then say, "Thank you, honey. It looks nice" Then he found himself
hugging his own body, finding it extremely weird how much larger than his
old body he was.
His old body ran off, and he was forced to turn back to that stupid
show.
Jason was greatly relieved when he finally got up and started
vacuuming the floor. He didn't like the chores, but it was a LOT better than
that stupid show. He found himself going over the apartment, carefully, and
was surprised when he kept picking up a few of his toys. He felt his mouth
frown every time he had to pick one up, and tried to remember where he put
them all so that he could get them when he changed back. If he changed back,
he reluctantly reminded himself. He hated the idea of being stuck this way.
After he was done vacuuming, he found himself sitting down,
smoking another cigarette. He was beginning to get used to doing that,
though he still thought that it was weird. Then he went to the bathroom, and
started cleaning that for a long time. He grimaced inside his head as he
reached his hand into the toilet and scrubbed with the toilet brush. Gross.
When lunch came, he walked to the kitchen, and started grabbing
stuff from the fridge, and then made sandwiches. He looked down at the
bread, thinking that it didn't really look very good. As he put it in front of his
old body at the table, he heard his old voice announce, "Gross. I want
spagettio's"
Jason felt his cheeks flush a little, then said, "Then you go to the
store, buy them, and cook them yourself. Its this or nothing" He felt horrible
for saying that, but he couldn't control himself, and it had come out before he
even realized it. He saw his old face look unhappy at the sandwich in front of
him. But then he turned around and walked away, taking a bite of his own
tuna sandwich on the couch. Yuck, he thought to himself. He hated tuna.
Jason watched some game show on TV, finding this at least more
interesting than the show earlier. As he was watching, the other Jason came
up to him asking to see that movie again with his friends. Jason found
himself snapping "No" back, feeling himself getting warm. He felt sort of
angry, but couldn't tell why. Somehow, he was feeling his mom's anger,
and said, "I told you before. No. I don't want to have to tell you that again"
"But mommy" the other Jason protested
"No buts"
"But all the other kids get to see it" he whined. Jason realized that it
was kind annoying to hear it from someone else's point of view.
After a few more comments, the other Jason snapped back angrily,
and Jason suddenly felt himself grabbing the other Jason, and spanking him
hard. He was horrified and shocked to be spanking himself, and even felt the
stinging in his hand. Shortly afterwards, he yelled at his other self that he
was grounded. Jason hated that, knowing that he'd be the one grounded if he
got back. At least, he told himself, he didn't have to feel that spanking,
shuddering at it inside.
Later on, Jason went and grabbed the still pouting other Jason, and
dragged him to the door. Jason wondered where he was going, not having
any idea, even though he was leading the way. He felt kind of funny getting
into the drivers side of the car, and then turning the key.
He was excited and amazed to find himself driving the car. He knew
that he wasn't the one actually in control, but it still gave him an incredible
thrill to be behind the wheel, and feeling the car respond to what he did. He
couldn't wait until he was old enough to drive on his own, for real.
Jason was surprised when they stopped at the grocery store, and went
in. He found himself walking through the isles, putting things into the basket
he'd been carrying. When he got to the cookie section, he saw the Oreo's his
favorite desert and started pleading, "Please get some, please get some", and
as if hearing him, the other Jason asked him to buy some.
Satisfied, Jason saw his hand put the bag of cookies into the basket,
even though he felt a frown on his face.
Getting home, his body started to prepare dinner, which he found
was odd. He wanted to go out and play, or watch TV, but still couldn't
control himself. After cutting up some vegetables, Jason realized that it was
more work than he thought cooking dinner.
Jason felt oddly satisfied when eating dinner, somehow feeling an
accomplishment and pride for cooking it, though he knew that he'd only been
a passenger as his mom did the real cooking. Still, he felt like he played a
part.
While washing dishes, he really wanted to go outside and play, but
couldn't make himself move away from the sink. He gave up again, and just
went along for the ride, realizing that whenever he did that, it was almost as if
he was the one doing the moving. He stopped fighting again, and just let his
body do what it was going to do. After all, there was nothing he could do to
stop it.
Sitting down, he lit another cigarette, and watched the news, then
some other show with the other Jason for awhile. Finally, he found himself
sending the other Jason to bed, the same way his mom sent him to bed every
night.
After his other self was in bed, he found himself watching a show,
that had a bit more violence than he usually saw, and a few highly suggestive
scenes, which left him fascinated, though not completely understanding.
Finally, he got up, turning off the lights and closing up the curtains.
He went back to his moms room and undressed, again feeling the breasts
bouncing free on his chest, which he found distracted, but didn't slow down
or even make his body hesitate.
He crawled in bed, and smoked another cigarette while reading a few
pages of a Cosmopolitan magazine, though actually he couldn't make out
most of the words. He just tried to look at the pictures, though his eyes were
aimed at the words for the most part. Finally, he snubbed out the cigarette,
and turning off the light, went to sleep.
The next morning, Jason woke up, finding that he could sit up when
he wanted to. He realized immediately that he was in his own room, and back
in his own body. Excitedly, he got up and ran around, exhilarated by the
freedom to move on his own again. He was about to go running out, telling
his mommy about what happened, but then stopped.
He didn't think she'd believe him. It did sound pretty stupid, and he
was sure that he'd be really embarrassed if she ever did find out. Finally, he
decided that he'd just have to keep it to himself, since no one would ever
believe it. Even a kid knew that much.
Marion got up, shuddering at the memory of the spanking yesterday.
She didn't have any idea how it had happened, or how she'd been trapped
inside her son all day, but had begun to suspect the necklace somehow.
Shuddering at the memory, she decided immediately against telling Jason
about it. After all, even a kid wouldn't believe a story like that, and it would
prove embarrassing if for some reason he did.
It's better to keep this to myself, she decided. But it was definitely
one Mothers Day that she'd never forget.
The End
Geraldine
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