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Dad's Mother's Day
By Eric
Thanks as always to Steve Zink for editing.
This tale is for Mindy's Mother's Day contest. It's little enough I can for Mindy
after all she has done for us!
Laura sighed. It was Mother's Day, but she didn't feel much like celebrating. Her
Mother and Father had been right. She shouldn't have married Mike, but God, he
was so virile and handsome! She was just swept away. In high school, Mike was an
all state and so very sexy and dangerous. Also, her Mother had warned her against
him, which made Mike truly irresistible! She felt so alive being with him, so far
away from her gentile upbringing. They got married right after school, and had now
been married for seven years; each year was worse than the one before. Thank God
her daddy had not turned his back on them. He saw to it that a friend gave Mike a
good job in his factory, and he still helped out with bills, but her husband
continually humiliated her with his drinking and trashy behavior.
Then her spirits were lifted a bit as her children came in. Mary Beth was 6, and
Robert 5. They were her joy, her only consolation.
Mary Beth and Bobbie looked at each other. They hated to see their mommy cry.
They didn't know what to do -- all they knew was to give her hugs, which they did.
"Happy Mother's Day, mommy!" they said in unison. Mary Beth had her Mother's
dark hair, while Bobbie had his Dad's blonde hair.
They waited around the dinner table in vain for Mike to show up. 'Even on Mother's
Day he ignores me,' Laura thought bitterly.
* * * * *
Mike was drinking with his buds. 'When will I grow up?' he wondered as he gulped
his beer. 'It's Mother's Day, and instead of being with a beautiful loving woman, I'm
with these retards. Why did I marry her? I knew I wasn't good enough for her -- me,
the white trash boy from the wrong side of the tracks, the man whose father was the
town drunk. What a pedigree! Her family came over practically with Raleigh and her
Dad's grandfather fought as a general under Lee. Neither her family nor the town --
hell, *no one* let's me forget it! All except for Laura; she never throws it up in my
face. Face it pal, you just don't deserve her!'
"Good thing you're with your buds and not that stuck up bitch, Mike," said Johnny.
Mike's massive fist collided with his face. "You watch your tongue! Never say
anything against my wife!"
Johnny, not daring to get up from the floor, asked, "If you like your wife so much,
why are you here with us instead of with her on Mother's Day, jack off?"
Mike had no answer. He left the bowling alley and went along the railroad tracks. 'If
a train would come along right now I would throw myself in front of it,' he thought.
'I am such a coward, I can't show my self to the world. I'm even afraid to admit I love
to read!'
* * * * *
"Mommy, here's something I found for you!" said young Robert.
"I helped!" said Mary Beth, horning in.
Laura was handed a glittering golden coin like the ones given out for prizes. It had
an etching of a magic lamp on one side. She turned it over. "Token. Good for one
wish," she read out loud. How cute! Her kids were so sweet.
Laura smiled and hugged her son.
"Make a wish!" the kids cried together.
'If only there was such a thing as magic,' Laura thought. Just then the door slammed
and Mike came in, reeking of beer.
"Daddy, its Mother's Day!" said Mary Beth reprovingly, like she was the adult and
he the wayward child.
After the kids were put to bed, Laura turned to her husband with tears in her eyes.
"Why do you do this to me -- to us? Why?"
"Just shut up!" he roared. Fear made him rough and kept him from saying what he
felt.
Laura clutched the token in her hand. "What a happy Mother's Day! You spit on me,
on my love. I never know where you are or with whom! I wish we could switch
places; let's see how you would like being the neglected wife!"
There was a blinding glow from the coin. The world swam in front of her eyes.
Suddenly she was looking down at herself. Laura's head swam from shock and
beer. Her own violet eyes stared at her in fear and her pretty face was frozen in
shock. Laura's hands went to her chest. No breasts. They were gone; now she just
possessed powerful muscles.
"What's happen?" asked a soft, cultured lady's voice.
"I don't know," Laura answered. Her voice was a man's. Together they went to a
mirror. No question about it. They were in each other's bodies.
"The token!" shouted Laura, in Mike's powerful baritone.
"What token?" asked Mike, fascinated, running slim fingers over a smooth, lovely
face.
"The token the kids gave me. It said good for one wish!"
"Well, wish us back! Do it now!"
A powerful grip made Mike cry out. "You are not in a position to be giving orders."
Laura looked at what had been her hand. Nothing there, only a bit of burned and
charred remains. "The token is gone."
"You mean we're stuck like this?" asked Mike, fearfully. God, he was a woman. It
was impossible. How could *he* be a woman? "I don't want to be a woman!"
"Well, I don't want to be a man, either! But it looks like we have no choice in the
matter. So, my dear *wife*, you better get used to it. You were a failure as a
husband. Let's see how you do as a *wife*!" Laura thought it would be fun to scare
Mike. God knows she had been frightened enough by him during their marriage.
*He* advanced on *her*, trying to put a lecherous smile on this new face. It wasn't
very convincing, but Mike was too frightened and upset to notice.
"Stay away from me, you drunken brute!" she cried, backing away.
They looked at each other for a moment, then both started laughing until their sides
hurt.
"Happy Mother's Day!" gasped Laura finally.
"Jesus Christ!" she answered. They collapsed into each other's arms.
It was weird going to bed that night. Mike struggled with the bra. Laura laughed
smugly and came over to help her.
"Thanks! God! Me in a bra and slip! Please don't tell the guys or anyone else! I
would never live it down!"
"No worries on that score. If we tried to tell anyone, they would have us committed."
"You're right. Now, how in the name of all that is holy do I be you?"
"Look, we've been married for seven years! If you don't know how to be me after all
this time, it's your own fault. Except for your job, I can be you. I just drink too much
beer, and ignore my wife and children."
Mike's new, lovely face flushed. She said nothing.
"Tell me about your job. What do I do tomorrow?"
Mike couldn't meet her former eyes. "I guess you will have to go in for me, at that.
I'll fill you in. Shit! I'll stay home with Bobby."
"And clean the house, including the bathrooms, and do shopping and cooking."
Laura smiled, then said, "Get Mary Beth off to school and help her with her
homework. Oh, you have tea with my -- *your* Mother at 2."
"God, I hate tea!"
"Give it a try, you have new taste buds now!"
Mike shuddered. "Your Mother will see right through me. I'll die of shame!"
Laura shook his head. "Just let her do most of the talking. I do -- did." He grinned,
and Mike noted what a charming devil may care smile Laura put on her former face.
Haltingly Mike explained what Laura would have to do at work.
He nodded. "I think I can handle it. It sounds pretty boring."
"It is!" Mike suddenly grew fearful. "Are you going to go out drinking afterwards?"
"Didn't you?"
"Please don't! Come home. I'm so frightened."
Without thinking about it, Laura hugged his former body. God was that strange.
"Well, the shoe is on the other foot now, isn't it? How do you think I felt with you
out drinking?"
"Did you feel frightened?"
Laura thought. "No -- betrayed."
Mike blushed. "But it's not the same thing then -- is it?"
"I guess not."
It was weird waking up in the morning. It took Mike three times as long to get
ready; Laura always made herself up in the morning. 'Always the lady,' she thought
sourly.
She felt really weirded out and helpless putting on makeup with Laura's help, and
then her skirt and blouse. Laura insisted that she make them a big breakfast. That
she could do it -- it was about the only thing she could cook -- bacon and eggs.
Feeling bullied and put upon, she did. She had to grin, though, when the kids kissed
her and pointedly ignored 'Dad'. She could see that the kids ignoring him hurt
Laura. He hurried out the door saying, "Wish me luck!"
* * * * *
It was weird being in Mike's powerful body. Driving the old, battered pickup truck,
Laura pulled into Mike's work place and following instructions, clocked in. He
grunted in response to greetings in Mike's manner. Mike's job was boring, but a
change from housework. Laura drove a forklift. A couple of times she almost hit
someone and got cursed at. Then they saw who it was, and they quieted down. Mike
wasn't a man to mess with physically. He was easily the strongest man in town.
Laura felt a perverse pride in the fact that when Joe Felter's load spilled, he could lift
over twice the weight of anyone else.
After work, the foreman took Laura aside and said, "Good work today. It was nice to
see you concentrate on the job, and you did good helping out with the spill."
Laura felt very pleased. "Thank you," he said. He seemed surprised to be thanked.
He missed his kids, but at the same time it was kinda nice to have a break. Laura
stifled a laugh; in the past, she never could talk Mike into watching them for any
long periods. Now she had them on her hands until they could swap back! It was
also kinda nice to have people a little afraid of him. Before, she'd always felt because
of her gentile upbringing people thought they could walk all over her.
* * * * *
The kids were driving Mike crazy with all their running and yelling and carrying on.
Her new soft sweet voice made little impression on them.
Earlier, she had to spend a *long* half hour listening on the phone to what had been
his shortcomings as a man and as a husband. Mike blushed. Unfortunately, most of
what the old biddy said was true! But she ventured a few comments.
"Now, mother (how weird was that!), Mike isn't that bad, and he isn't a drunk, and I
can swear to you that he hasn't hit me or threatened to do so."
"It's just like you, Laura, honey, to defend that ne'er-do-well."
Mike was surprised. Even after all he had done to her before, Laura still had
defended him. The woman was a saint! Once again she felt so unworthy.
With great difficulty, she was able to cancel Tea with her mother-in-law -- now,
*her* mother.
"Well, all right then, if you have things to do you have things to do. Men never
know how busy we get. But tomorrow bring the boy over after kindergarten.
Jasmine loves watching him, and we'll have lunch and pick up Mary Beth after
school and then do some shopping."
Mike trembled, afraid, but what could he say, other than, "Yes, Mother, darling," the
way Laura always did. Besides, it might be a nice break. After she hung up, she
giggled a little. 'Laura will really freak out when I tell her!'
* * * * *
Laura was only a little tired after his shift. And that mostly from worry about giving
his real self away. A few guys came up and reminded him it was softball night. He
grinned. Let Mike sit at home alone with the kids, while he played. It was too
perfect.
God, could he hit the ball! It went crashing off his bat! It was fun to relax and play
sports -- something she had never been any good at in her own body. Also, he could
have a few beers without feeling unladylike.
When Laura got home, a disheveled Mike screamed at her. "Where have you been?
I've been worried sick! Your dinner has gotten cold, and I've waited to eat with you."
Laura laughed. "You never called and let me know when you were going to be late."
Mike started guiltily.
"Now how do you like it? Besides, I figured you would remember. Monday is your
softball night."
Mike felt another stab of guilt, and flushed with Laura's pretty face. They sat down
to a lousy dinner.
Laura was mad. "You call this a dinner? I always cooked nice meals for you! And
how did you burn the beans, anyway?"
Mike felt a little like crying, and even felt guilty. She knew she had just thrown
dinner together. Even the kids had complained earlier, saying, "Mommy, this is the
worst meal you've ever made!"
In reply to Laura's question, she said, "I did my best, but you know I've never
learned to cook."
"There are cook books, aren't there? Aren't there?" He towered over his former self.
Mike gulped and shrank back. God, her former body could really be intimidating!
Right now, Laura looked as big as a house!
"I'll do better -- I promise."
"You'd better!" said Laura, hiding a grin. It was fun to see Mike so intimidated.
Laura read the newspaper while Mike did the dishes. After drying up, she turned to
him and said, "Do you think we will ever change back?"
Laura thought, and shrugged. "I don't know. I hope so. It's been fun being you for a
day, but I would rather be myself."
"Maybe if you wished us back?" she asked hopefully, and stroked the big male
body coaxingly. Neither noticed, but Mike used Laura's usual gestures and voice.
Laura thought. "Worth a try. I hope you've learned something?"
She nodded a very pretty head. "I certainly have!"
He laughed. "Okay." He took a breath, and remembered the words. "I wish we
could switch places."
Both closed their eyes, then opened them hopefully. Both sighed.
"Didn't work!" said Mike.
"Obviously, we need a token."
Mike nodded, and her now lovely dark hair flowed like a cloud. She thought for a
moment. "I'll ask Bobby where he found it. There may be more?"
"Worth a try," answered Laura. Privately, he figured they were stuck. Magic wish
granting tokens don't grow on trees. God, it was going to be so weird being Mike --
being a man! He smiled bitterly. Well, she had gotten her wish.
"What if we don't find another?"
Laura looked over at Mike. She looked like a thoroughly frightened young woman.
"We make the best of it."
"But I can't be you! I can't be a girl!"
"Yes, you can -- you have to. And you better not mess up my reputation. No
drinking or swearing! You better act like a real lady, not a bum!" His now powerful
hands gripped her, and Mike winced.
'Laura is so strong!' Mike thought. She gulped, "I'll do my best." He released her.
She took a deep breath, and was very conscious of her breasts expanding. "Darling,
please don't make me look like a sissy!"
Suddenly Laura laughed, and despite herself, Mike joined in. Helpless with laugher,
they clutched each other.
"Has a husband and wife ever been in a more freaky situation?" she asked.
"Only in stories. Not real life like this!"
To his amusement, Laura had to help Mike get undressed again that night. He also
reproved her for using bad language when she struggled with her bra. She
apologized.
"Remember your promise!" he said.
She nodded guilty.
Then Mike took a shower. It was so strange to feel this soft, sexy body under her
new slim fingers. She powdered herself and looked in the mirror. She certainly was
beautiful. Strangely, unlike last night, it kinda made her feel good -- more confident.
'We'll get through this!' she promised herself. After all, Laura had it harder. Now, he
was the low life white trash with a bad family reputation. She shook her lovely head.
The world had turned upside down. All was madness!
Mike felt a little funny in the morning. She woke up and found herself cuddling
Laura with her arms around her former strong body. Strangely, she did not break
away. It felt too good! She sighed happily. Then she felt Laura stirring, and
embarrassed, disengaged herself. She went to the bathroom. God, her -- Laura's --
hair was a mess! Mike started brushing it vigorously. That was better. Then she put
on some lipstick, and felt more equal to facing the world.
She got the kids up while Laura got dressed.
* * * * *
Bobby had found the token on Elm Street between Washington and Adams. Mike
walked the area twice, desperately searching for another token. She saw the gleam of
a coin, and rushed toward it. Only a quarter! Shit! In the hour she spent looking, she
found seventy cents in change. 'I'm rich,' she thought sourly. She went to a phone
booth and told Laura the bad news.
"Damn!" he said. "Well, maybe one will turn up somehow or other."
"We can only hope!" said Mike. Well, she had to go home and get ready for the
lunch and shopping trip with her mother.
* * * * *
Mike was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. She found herself hopping from one
high-heeled foot to another. That morning she was amazed how well she'd in walked
in them. She thought it would take hours of practice to learn to walk in them, but she
took to them as easily as a hen lays an egg. She was so afraid of being found out
and looking ridiculous. Laura's mother would surely find out!
But she smiled Laura's best smile, and let her mother chatter away, only pitching in
from time to time to answer questions about the kids. Lunch was excellent, and
served by an old family retainer. The woman had only showed Mike faintly veiled
contempt in the past, but now she fussed over her like a proud aunt. It was certainly
an improvement.
She found herself liking tea. This brought her up short. She hadn't felt the desire for
alcohol since the swap. Now that was something else!
Her appetite as usual was Laura's, and Mike ate only a small portion of the
Jambalaya, though it was excellent. She smiled and thanked Jasmine, and the woman
just beamed.
"Thank you very much, Miss Laura. It's so kind of you to always say good things
about my cooking!"
Mike had not missed over the years that no one called his wife Mrs. Porter, but only
Miss Laura. Then lunch was over. Jasmine would watch the kids while her new
mother and she went shopping. This was going to be weird! Really weird. The kids
fussed over their grandmother and Jasmine. They loved their visits, as they always
got cake and other treats, and were spoiled rotten.
Mike was surprised. She actually enjoyed herself. Though trying clothes on Laura's
body -- especially a negligee -- was embarrassing. It felt so nice to just be with her
mother and to relax without the pressures of the huge chip that had always been an
albatross around his neck. She bought a charming dress for church and a new
handbag. Her mother did likewise. They felt really good because both items had
been on sale!
* * * * *
After work, Laura felt like he would like a beer. So he stopped at Mike's hang out
and ordered a beer. Boy, did the cool brew taste good. He smacked his lips. Mike's
friends tried to talk him into getting drunk with them. For a horrible moment he was
actually tempted, but fought it off. 'I may be in the body of the son of the town
drunk, but I'm not going down that road.'
"What's wrong, Mike" asked Hank, sneering. "Afraid of your wife?"
Laura saw red. His hand gripped the man's shirt, and he raised the now terrified man
off his feet. He drew back a labor-hardened hand and said, "You want to say that
again?"
"No, Mike -- I didn't mean nothin' by it!" Laura let the man go, and Hank rushed
over to the bar for another beer.
The place was quiet when Laura left. It felt kinda of good to be so feared and
respected by these rough red necks.
He grinned, thinking of what his -- now Mike's! -- mother would say if she could
see her well bred daughter now! That reminded her -- how was Mike doing with her
mother? Oh, to be a fly on the wall for that!
Laura was surprised when Mike told him that things had gone well, and his
eyebrows shot up when Mike preened her new dress in front of him. It was too
weird for words.
* * * * *
The days went by. Mike loved having the kids being nice to her, but really hated
being so weak. Laura missed the kids, but enjoyed being so strong. The kids also
seemed more relaxed, since mommy and daddy were not fighting with each other.
The next weekend, Laura and Mike felt lonely and depressed. It looked like they
were stuck as each other forever. All their searching and asking around had
produced zero tokens, or even news of any. The kids promised to look as well.
Saturday night, Laura and Mike ended the evening holding each other. Mike was
crying. Laura kissed her tenderly. They looked at each other. Desire swept through
both of them, and suddenly they were in bed and passion swept them away. Both
made it their business to show the other what they liked best. Sex was a balm to
their troubled spirits.
With the ice broken, they found themselves having sex almost every night thereafter.
It was a major consolation.
Later the next week, Mike had her first period. Laura couldn't help laughing as she
complained and glared at him. That weekend they went to Laura's daddy's party.
Mike kind of enjoyed being the belle of the ball. Laura was determined to make her
daddy respect Mike, and everyone was amazed when 'Mike' showed polished
manners and good breeding.
* * * * *
Father's Day rolled around. As Mike baked a cake for Laura (the cookbook was
getting a major workout!), she laughingly protested, "You really rolled in it. You're
getting both a Mother's Day present and a father's Day present this year; it isn't
fair!"
Laura just laughed. "It is so crazy, Laura!" They were used to calling each other by
the name of the body by now.
The kids came in and smiled. They were so glad to see their mommy and daddy
getting along so much better now. "Daddy, I've got a present for you," said Mary
Beth. "Mommy, really liked it, and I hope you will, too!"
She handed Laura a token that read -- "GOOD FOR ONE WISH"!
Mike and Laura stared openmouthed at each other. They could swap back!
Laura's massive hands trembled as he took it. He hugged and kissed both Mary
Beth and Bobby.
"I'm so glad you like it!" Mary Beth squeaked. Then Mike shooed them from the
room.
"We can change back!" said Laura, slowly.
"Yes," said Mike, thoughtfully. She glanced at the paper, and saw the article she had
been reading.
"Laura, I think -- " She paused. Who had shoved a bale of cotton in her mouth!?
"Yes?"
Nervously, she brushed her long, dark hair from her beautiful face. Then she blurted
it out. "Look, it's not that I wouldn't rather be a man -- I would. But I don't think we
should waste the token on just swapping back -- returning to the way things were."
"Go on." What was she driving at, Laura wondered?
Mike held up the newspaper with beautiful trembling hands. She had just had a
manicure, and her nails gleamed with a lovely shade of red. "I think I would rather
use the wish to win the state lottery. I would rather have six million dollars than have
my body back. How about you?"
Laura grinned. Six million dollars! "It's a lot of money!"
Mike nodded her head vigorously. "Think what we could do with six million
dollars!"
Laura's blue eyes sparked, and he ran a massive hand through his short, blonde hair.
"I could go into business with my -- *your* daddy. He needs more capital. Then
people would stop talking about how I married beneath me! We could have a new
house and two new cars. I would love a Corvette!"
"Right. And I need a station wagon for the kids. I hate driving that battered old
pickup truck when you're using the car. Jasmine's niece would love to work for us.
She needs a job badly, and I need a maid and help in the kitchen."
They hugged each other.
"Are you sure?" they asked in unison, then laughed.
"I'm sure, *Laura*!" said the former Laura with significance.
"Okay then, *Mike*!" said the former Mike.
* * * * *
The town was astounded when Mike Porter won the lottery. Suddenly he had a host
of friends and well wishers. Jasmine's niece reported back to her nosy aunt that
Mike seemed almost a gentlemen these days, and of course, Miss Laura was always
the perfect lady.
Finis
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