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This story was written over a period of about 4 months as a serial story for another group. When I first started writing this story, I had no idea where it would go. Tokens: Spare Change By Morpheus Prologue A slender man quickly made his way along the sidewalk, intent on his destination and not brooking any delays. Every several minutes the man glanced down at his watch, frowning just a little more deeply and quickening his step that much more. At that rate it might not be long before he was in a steady run... though at the moment his pace was merely fast walk. Though the man was in a hurry he absently patted the slight bulge in his pocket, feeling a faint comfort from the treasure that was hidden within. The very thought of it brought a faint smile to his lips, though only for a moment. A second later a deep frown took its place. "The bus..." the man exclaimed as the city bus pulled into a stop a short distance ahead. And ignoring his dignity for the moment, he hurried to catch it, knowing that he didn't dare be late. The man rode the bus in silence, occasionally glancing at his watch and tapping his fingers against the seat beside him impatiently. When the bus finally came to a stop at his destination, the man immediately jumped from his seat and rushed to the door. "I'm late," he exclaimed, bursting into a full run as soon as he had left the bus, running to the main doors of the airport, "I can't miss my plane..." Soon the man was completely lost in the throng of people filling the busy airport, his only thought of getting to his plane on time. Completely forgotten about was the small cloth bag which had slipped out of his coat pocket unnoticed... and now lay abandoned on his bus seat. Part 1 Jeremy and Ron ran down the street as fast as they could, with Jeremy quickly closing in on his best friend. The two 12 year old boys laughed as they reached the bus stop at the same time, ending their race in a tie, though neither boy would admit it. "I won," Ron exclaimed proudly, sticking his tongue out at Jeremy. "No way," Jeremy protested, "I won. I got here first." "Rotten egg," Ron pointed at Jeremy. "You're the rotten egg..." Jeremy argued back before both boys erupted into laughter. After a few seconds the two boys changed the topic and started talking about school instead. Or at least they talked about how much they disliked it, then comparing the different teachers and trying to decide which was the worst. That led to another friendly argument. Ron was the taller of the two boys, though only by an inch. He had a slender build and dark hair that was almost black. A perpetual cowlick stuck up from the back while his face was adorned with an almost constant grin. The faint twinkle in his eye seemed to hint at the mischief he frequently looked to get into. Jeremy's hair was a dirty blonde and usually better behaved than his dark haired friend. The boy was slightly overweight, though far from enough to make him the 'fat kid' in school. And though Jeremy was usually in trouble alongside his friend, he was more easygoing and tended to follow Ron's lead when it came to looking for trouble. When the bus arrived several minutes later, the boys were still deep in conversation about their least favorite subjects. They only stopped talking as they climbed aboard and paid their fare, then quickly took their seats. After a minute Ron noticed something on side of the seat, jammed between that and the side of the bus. "What's this?" he asked, pulling it out and seeing that it was a black cloth bag. Something was jingling inside of it as well. "How should I know?" Jeremy demanded, then asked, "What's in it?" "How should I know?" Ron repeated in a sarcastic voice. Jeremy rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed at his friend. "Well... look in it." Without another word Ron poured out the contents of the bag, seeing that he had a small handful of coins. They were each the size of a half dollar and looked like they were made out of gold. "Cool," Ron gasped, grinning broadly. Dollar signs almost seemed to gleam in his eye as he whispered, "Gold coins... We're rich..." His voice started to go up as he said the last, though he quickly bit it off and glanced around nervously to make sure that no one had seen them find their treasure. "Maybe they're gold dabloons," Jeremy added, "like what the pirates had..." With broad grins each boy picked up a coin and looked at it. They each had what looked like a genies lamp on one side, while the other side said "Token. Good for one wish." "Oh man," Jeremy groaned, "they're not gold. They're like, video game tokens or something." "I ain't never seen any that big," Ron told him in disappointment. "I mean... they're too big for the games..." Jeremy took another look at them and nodded agreement. Both boy's sighed in disappointment, their dreams of suddenly being rich quickly passing. Without another word Rod poured the coins back into the bag and stuffed it into his pocket. They might not be worth anything, but he thought that they were at least pretty interesting. Part 2 It was late in the afternoon and the two boys were sitting back inside of their secret club house. In truth, it was just the old shed in the back of Ron's yard, largely unused since everything that could go in it was stored in the garage instead. Ron and Jeremy had long since redecorated the inside, claiming it for their own. "This stinks," Ron complained, throwing a dart at the dartboard on the wall and hitting it several inches from where he had been aiming. "We shouldn't be stuck here like this." Jeremy just nodded agreement, leaning back on the old couch that a neighbor had been throwing away and they appropriated. He didn't say anything as he watched his friend throw several more darts, then retrieve them to continue. He didn't really understand why Ron kept playing that game since he wasn't very good. Suddenly Ron turned to Jeremy, "Let's play some Yu-Gi-Oh..." Yu-Gi-Oh was the latest collectible card game craze that was going around, similar to the Pokemon game that had been so popular only a few years earlier. It was a game that both boys had gotten interested in, both in collecting the cards as well as playing. "I left my deck at home," Jeremy sighed, wishing that he hadn't. In fact, playing cards was one of the things that he and Ron usually did in their private club house. They had even taken the foldout table from Ron's garage and put it in there for that purpose. Ron just glared at Jeremy, but a moment later seemed to have forgotten his momentary annoyance at him. "Man," he groaned, "we shoulda been at the movies today." He scowled, still angry that he had been forced to miss out on the movie he wanted to see, just because his mom thought it might be too violent. "It isn't that bad," Ron complained. "Everyone at school says it's cool." That was a bit of an exaggeration, though Ron didn't care. "It sounds cool," Jeremy agreed with a grin. "I mean with all that action... and that guy kicking everyone's butts..." "Yeah," Ron grinned excitedly, but quickly turned grim again, "but mom says..." and in his best mocking tone, "You don't need to be watching that kind of violence..." "Mine too," Jeremy agreed, though truthfully he had never broached the subject with his parents, though he knew that their responses would have been very similar. However, he just didn't see what the big deal is. After throwing another dart at the board, Ron absently reached for the bag of coins that they had found the day before. He pulled one of them out and started spinning it on the table, still a little disappointed that they weren't a real treasure. "This sucks," Ron grumbled, clutching the coin firmly in his hand as he continued to rant about his parents and their total lack of understanding. "It's just not fair." "I know," Jeremy agreed, nodding his head enthusiastically. "I mean, my mom doesn't even know what it was about," Ron complained bitterly, "so how can she say it's too violent for me?" "I know," Jeremy agreed again. "That stinks. I mean, if I was your mom I would have taken you to go see it." Ron just laughed loudly at that, "That would be sweet." Then he joked, "I wish that you were my mom..." Suddenly Ron gasped as the coin he was holding started to glow. It felt warm in his hands, then slightly cold before it seemed to vanish. He stared at his now empty palm, seeing no sign of the coin. Jeremy felt a strange sensation rush through his entire body. He let out a gasp as every fiber of his being started to tingle, then burn at the same time. The sensations were extremely uncomfortable, but not quite painful. "I feel weird," Jeremy gasped, standing up but beginning to get dizzy. He had to grab the wall to help hold his balance. Just then the strangeness seemed to intensify. Jeremy could actually feel his body beginning to change, beginning to stretch and move around while he was standing still. He grimaced and closed his eyes, feeling like he was about to burst right out of his skin. "Jeremy?" Ron gasped in surprise. "What's happening to you?" He looked scared and his voice shook in fear. However, Jeremy had no idea what was going on either, though was too disoriented to start asking. Instead, he was lost in the sensations that filled his body, and then the strange realization that Ron looked a little bit shorter. For a moment he thought that it was just his imagination, then Ron seemed to shrink just a little bit more. It wasn't until Jeremy noticed a nail in the wall beside him moving down that he realized that it wasn't Ron who was shrinking, it was him who was growing. "Holy shit!" Ron exclaimed in shock, his mouth hanging open. "This feels weird," Jeremy whispered, his voice sounding wrong to his own wears, "what's happening to me?" There were no answers, only more feelings of change. Jeremy felt something on his chest, as if it was growing and pushing out. That made no sense, until he looked down and saw his now obscenely tight T-shirt beginning to push out in two round shapes. Shapes that immediately reminded him of the girls in his class... and his mom. "This hurts," Jeremy whined as his clothes pinched tightly on him, threatening to actually rip open at the seams. But at that moment, the pressure seemed to ease and the clothes started to stretch far more easily, as if they too were now growing along with his body. While Jeremy's chest continued to push outward, he felt something else, this time centering on his crotch. And this time, the sensation seemed to be almost the opposite... as if it was pulling it. It didn't quite hurt, but it felt extremely strange. And in some odd way, almost... good. Almost. Then Jeremy looked at his hand where it was still pressed against the wall to help him stay balanced. It didn't look right... not at all. His whole hand was larger, but his fingers looked a little more slender. But that might have been the fact that his fingernails were now much longer, being twice the length they normally were, and they were continuing to grow longer right before his eyes. Jeremy felt a tickling sensation from his scalp, and then a different kind from his shoulders. He felt something lightly touching them. And without thinking he reached back and was startled to find that it was his hair... now much longer than before and still growing in his hand. For what seemed like forever, Jeremy remained where he was, feeling the changes wash over his body. There were so many of them, and they were all happening at once. He had no idea what was going on, which left him feeling scared and confused. And then finally, the changes seemed to stop. "What... what's going on?" Jeremy gasped, about ready to start crying as he looked at Ron for answers, as if hoping that somehow the other boy would know. However, Ron just stood there, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Then after slowly closing his mouth and taking a deep breath, he gasped, "Holy shit..." Part 3 For a long moment Jeremy just remained frozen, staring down at his hands... hands which were no longer his. They were larger than normal, yet at the same time, seeming more delicate. His fingers seemed a little longer than normal, more slender than normal. And that wasn't even taking into account the fact that his fingernails were now longer and given perfectly manicured shapes. Then Jeremy's eyes shifted to his chest, to the strange weight that he felt from them. He hesitantly touched the two generous mounds that protruded from his chest, amazed that they were actually a part of him. As strange is as it was, he now had... breasts. Just like his mom and all of the other adult women he knew. "My God," Jeremy whispered, too much in shock to completely panic like he knew he should. Suddenly Jeremy noticed his clothes. They had been stretched while he was growing... changing, even beginning to tear at the seams. And though Jeremy had thought that the changes had all stopped, he quickly realized that they hadn't. At least not completely, because as he watched, his clothes were changing as well. "My clothes are changing," Jeremy stated the obvious, while Ron could only nod numbly. While Jeremy's clothes were changing, growing to fit his altered body, he felt them tickling his skin. Still in spite of the urge to rub at his skin, he didn't do so. He remained motionless, continuing to stare at his clothes, watching as his jeans actually started to get shorter on him, as well as turning darker. And at the same time, his T-shirt was growing into a long sleeved shirt, though these were definitely not the only changes occurring in what he was wearing. The changes in the clothes finished quickly, going much faster than the changes in Jeremy's body had. And with a single look he knew that his clothes didn't look anything like what he had been wearing several minutes earlier. They didn't even feel anything like what he had been wearing earlier, what he was normally used to. However he realized that they did seem to fit his body a whole lot better than they had before they had started changing as well. "You... you..." Ron stammered from a short distance away, his eyes remaining locked on Jeremy. "What... what's happening to me?" Jeremy asked, not for the first time. He already knew that Ron didn't have the answer, but he couldn't help asking it again, as if someone... or something would answer, would explain what had happened to him...why he had changed and now. "Jeremy?" Ron asked nervously. "Is that you?" "Yeah," Jeremy responded quietly, realizing for the first time that his voice didn't sound right. "It's me... I think..." "You... you..." Ron stammered again, then took a deep breath before suddenly blurting out, "you look like my mom." Jeremy stared down at his best friend for a moment, then quickly looked at himself. The clothes did look familiar. In fact they looked exactly like what he had seen Ron's mom wearing earlier. The clothes had had been wearing had changed, with his T-shirt becoming a white blouse, his pants becoming a dark gray skirt. Even his shoes had changed, going from sensible sneakers to shiny black shoes with a bit of a high heel on them. They were exactly the same kind of shoes that Ron's mom had been wearing. Jeremy was startled by the fact that he even seemed to wear pantyhose. "Holy shit," Jeremy gasped. Then Jeremy noticed a faint weight on his wrist and looked at it, startled to see a thin golden ladies watch on it. That was quickly followed by his noticing a wring on one of his fingers... a shiny ring with a glittering diamond. It was a wedding ring. "This is impossible," Ron blurted out. Jeremy only nodded in complete agreement, his hand touching around his neck where he felt the weight of a thin necklace. And then, he reached up to his ears where he found slightly dangling earrings. To his surprise, they didn't hurt at all. He had always thought that it would have to hurt having holes put in your ears. "You look just like my mom," Ron repeated in awe, staring up at Jeremy with a strange expression. It seemed to be half fear... and half curiosity. "No way," Jeremy protested, though he didn't know why. He knew that Ron had to be right, though he didn't know how. Suddenly Ron gasped, "If you look like my mom..." He quickly turned to look in the direction of the house and then gulped, "What's she going to say?" At the moment Jeremy didn't care about what she said. He was more concerned with the fact that his whole body had changed. He felt extremely strange, especially knowing that he somehow looked like his best friend's mom. Or at least Ron had said he did and Jeremy had no reason to doubt him. "I've got to see myself," Jeremy gulped, "I need to see what I look like..." Part 4 Jeremy started to leave the club house, determined to get to the nearest mirror so that he could get a good look of what he had become. However, with the first step, he lost his balance and nearly fell, catching himself on wall at the last minute. "Damn," Jeremy winced, glaring down at his feet... or specifically the shoes he was wearing that had a bit more heal on them than he was used to. "Going on a trip this fall?" Ron asked with a smirk, though his expression looked a little more nervous than amused. Not sparing time for a return comment, Jeremy just glared at Ron and tried to stand up again. Standing up was easy, but he felt just a tiny bit unbalanced when he took another step. He was a little unbalanced, but now that he was expecting it, Jeremy was able to walk across the rest of the club house floor without much difficulty. "Why am I wearing these stupid things?" Jeremy stopped at the door and complained. "Tennis shoes are a lot better." "Yeah," Ron nodded as he stared at Jeremy's feet, "but at least you're not wearing my mom's real high heels." He gave an exaggerated wince before adding, "They look sharp enough to stab people with." "Ha ha," Jeremy grumbled as he left the club house and started across the backyard and towards the back door to Ron's house. After going inside Jeremy hurried to the nearest bathroom... but paused immediately after stepping inside of the living room. His eyes were instantly drawn to the couch, or specifically... to the 12 year old boy who was stretched out on it asleep. The boy looked just like Jeremy... but was covered with oversized clothes... clothes that looked more like they belonged on an adult woman. Clothes that seemed nearly identical to what he was currently wearing. "Holy shit," Ron gasped from beside Jeremy. "Mom?" He looked up at Jeremy with an expression of disbelief, "She was taking a nap..." "Oh man," Jeremy gulped, unable to take his eyes from the figure on the couch. Then Jeremy noticed something else. The clothes... The clothes that the apparent boy was wearing were changing, right before his eyes. Just the way his own clothes had changed several minutes earlier. And as he watched, the skirt split and grew, forming into a pair of jeans. It was the same thing that had happened to him... but in reverse. And in just a minute the 12 year pseudo Jeremy was dressed exactly as he had been before the strangeness began. For a moment the boys just stared at the figure on the couch in amazement, then at each other. "Jeez," Ron said, his voice shaking nervously, "my mom... My mom's changed too..." He stared up at Jeremy, adding, "This is really... really freaky." "Tell me about it," Jeremy grumbled, grabbing at his new chest and scowling. Jeremy remained and stared at the sleeping boy for another minute, then tore himself away. He didn't know what to do about Ron's mom at the moment, but thought that it might not be a great idea to wake her up just yet. At least not until he had a better grasp on what was going on. Leaving Ron in the living room with his mom, Jeremy continued on his way to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the mirror and gasped, staring right into the familiar face of Ron's mom. "Oh shit," Jeremy whispered, shaking slightly where he stood. He'd already known that he looked like Ron's mom, or at least that was what Ron had claimed and Jeremy didn't have any reason to think he was lying. In fact, everything had pointed to his being right. But knowing it and KNOWING it were two different things. The face in the mirror was that of an attractive 33 year old woman. Specifically, the face of Diane Shepard... his best friend's mom. She had dark eyes with long lashes, long brunette hair and skin that looked as if it always had a light tan, courtesy of her half Hispanic heritage. "Oh man," he whispered to himself, gently touching his now fuller lips. Then he reached for the earrings, finding the fact that he had metal through his ear rather strange. "This is weird." At the same time he knew that was an understatement. Taking a deep breath, Jeremy took a step back, getting a better look of his full body. Mrs. Shepard... he was tall and curvy, making him realize that he was now just a little taller than his own mom... and had bigger breasts. At least he thought his were bigger, though he couldn't be absolutely positive without being able to compare them side by side. That realization made him feel even stranger about his situation. Jeremy stepped forward again, moving his face up close to the mirror and saying, "Aaah." Even his teeth had changed, which seemed no surprise considering that everything else seemed to have as well. "At least I won't need a retainer now," Jeremy mumbled, thinking that his parents had mentioned the possibility of his getting one. After staring at himself in the mirror for another minute, Jeremy finally turned away, realizing that he couldn't do that all day. No matter how strange the reflection might be. And with that, he returned to the living room, seeing that Ron was bent over his mom, staring at her and looking as though he was going to poke her. Perhaps to verify that she was real. "Hey," Jeremy whispered, earning a slightly guilty expression from Ron... though only for a moment. "I just thought of something," Ron whispered, giving a mischievous glance at his still napping and unaware mom. "When she wakes up, let's mess with her. You can pretend to be her... and we can both pretend that she's you." Ron giggled lightly that that, "It'll be great..." "No way," Jeremy responded, "That's mean." However, he couldn't resist smiling faintly and thinking that it would be funny. Then the boys moved away from the sleeping former woman, trying to decide whether they should wake her up so she could see what was going on... or let her keep sleeping for now. Part 5 It was half an hour since the two boys had found Ron's mother asleep on the couch, with her body transformed into a mirror of Jeremy's, just as his had become the mirror of hers. After nearly bursting into loud argument, the boys had decided to leave her alone for the moment rather than wake her up. It would give them both a little longer to think of what they would say. At the moment Jeremy was in the next room, having stood in front of the mirror, staring at his altered reflection for some time. He could hardly believe that the reflection that stared back at him... the face of his best friend's mother was actually his own. The sight filled him with mixed emotions, though fear, confusion and even curiosity were the dominant ones. Ron remained in the living room, carefully watching the apparent 12 year old sleep on the couch. He couldn't resist moving closer, staring down at what appeared to be his best friend, though he knew in truth to be his mother. Then bending over her, he slowly moved his hand out, hesitating before touching her... as if trying to prove to himself that she was indeed real. "Creepy," Ron muttered to himself. Then he nearly jumped as he saw his mom's hand starting to move. A moment later that was followed by her eyes opening. Ron was about to call out to Jeremy, but instead watched his mom slowly sit up. He watched her sit up... and began to grin mischievously. "You okay Jeremy?" Ron asked his mom, giving his best innocent expression. "You hit your head kinda hard." "What are you talking about," Ron's mom grumbled as she sat up, giving him a curious look. Suddenly Diane realized that something was wrong. Her whole body felt wrong... very wrong. She looked at her hands, stared at her unfamiliar fingers with the chewed off nails. A second later her eyes shot over her body, taking in the flat chest... the completely altered form. Even the boy's clothes that she was now wearing. Ron bent down, "You're freaking me out Jeremy." He stared at his mom, trying to look concerned. "Don't you remember? You fell down and hit your head..." Diane stared at herself, then looked up at her son, feeling stunned and confused. Another look at her body, then a frantic grasping at her chest and crotch seemed to prove that she wasn't who she should be. She wasn't herself. Her body wasn't hers. Somehow... she'd turned into Jeremy. "Jeremy?" Ron asked again. Then she took a deep breath, suddenly wondering if maybe she hadn't turned into Jeremy. What if... what if she really was Jeremy? What if she'd hit her head and was confused... delusional? That made a lot more sense than suddenly turning into a 12 year old boy. "I'm fine," Diane lied, trying to cover up her confusion. As she took another look at herself, trying to make sense of why she seemed to have the body of a 12 year old boy but thought of herself as an adult woman, she missed the grin that passed over Ron's face. Just then Jeremy heard talking from the living room and came to check it out, feeling nervous as he saw what looked like himself sitting up on the couch... awake. He gulped, wondering Ron's mom was taking it... what he would say to her. How could he possibly explain why he looked like her? Then he shuddered in embarrassment. However, before Jeremy could think to say anything, Ron looked up at him and grinned, "Hey mom... Jeremy's awake." "Jeremy..." Jeremy asked, staring at Ron's mom and the look of confusion on her face. "Um..." the boy who wore Jeremy's face stared at him strangely, nervously. "Hi... Mrs. Shepard," the apparent boy greeted him. For a moment Jeremy could only stare at her, wondering if maybe he had been wrong. Wondering if the magic might have messed with her mind... made her not only look like him, but think that she was him. And what if that happened to him too? Then Jeremy took another look on his old face, seeing the confusion and the look of disbelief. A quick glance over at Ron's mischievous grin was more than enough to tell him what had happened. "Ron!" Jeremy snapped, trying to put as much authority into that name as he could, surprised at the effect it had on Ron. Apparently he'd sounded even more like Ron's mom than he had intended. Ron just shrunk back a little, "But mom..." "Don't call me that," Jeremy told him, glaring at the other boy and then looking at the real Diane Shepard. Then he was suddenly struck by just how funny this actually was. Not that he'd let Ron know that. "I'm sorry... Mrs. Shepard," Diane said nervously, rubbing at her head though finding nothing that felt like she'd hit it. Jeremy just stared at her then kneeled down, "No... it's me... Jeremy." He glared at Ron then scowled as he gestured to himself, "We... we traded places. Somehow we changed... While you were taking your nap..." He was beginning to feel frustrated. Diane stared at him for a moment, then whispered, "Jeremy?" At his uncomfortable nod, she slowly put her hands on his cheeks... on that face that was normally present in her mirror. "Dear lord..." Then she looked at Ron, "But..." Once again her hands searched her scalp for a bump, of which there was no sign. "Ron," Jeremy muttered with a low growl. Then almost as one, both Jeremy and Diane turned to glare at the boy, who cringed back, suddenly realizing that his joke might have gone just a little too far. At the moment he was outnumbered and suspected that he might be in real trouble now. Part 6 For several minutes Jeremy and Diane remained where they were, staring at each other in amazement and disbelief. It seemed impossible that they actually could have traded places, that they had actually become each other. Jeremy stared down at his own face, suddenly feeling as though he were a giant. He'd never imagined that he would look so short before, or at least never thought about it much. But now that he was in the body of Ron's mom, he could see how much shorter his real body was in comparison and was amazed. At the same time Diane was staring up into her own face as well, feeling extremely short and uncomfortable. That was made even worse when she glanced over to her own son, who was now just a little taller than her as well. "How... how did this happen?" Diane demanded, fighting back against the panic that threatened to erupt. She glared at Jeremy and Ron, half sure that they were just as lost and confused about the whole situation as her, and half suspecting that they had something to do with it. After all it would be just like her son to play this kind of joke on her. In fact, he'd already proven that several minutes earlier when he'd actually tried to convince her that she really was Jeremy. And to her embarrassment, she had half fallen for it. "I... I don't know," Jeremy answered slowly, his voice shaking somewhat in fear and confusion. He took a deep breath, looking at her hopefully, half sure that since she was the real adult, that she would have the answers. That she would be able to fix things. After all that was what adults did, though he would normally never admit such a thing aloud. "We were playing around in the shed... and then I started changing..." Throughout this, Ron had been sitting back, trying to avoid being noticed. His mom was pretty mad at him for trying to trick her, though he didn't understand why. He was only having a little fun. But as soon as Jeremy said this, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully and a slow smile began to form, though he quickly covered it up. "I don't know," Jeremy half whined, "I just started changing for no reason..." Diane shuddered at that, knowing that she had apparently transformed into a copy of her son's best friend while she was sleeping. Both Jeremy and Ron had mentioned that, though she had no idea how that was even possible. As far as she'd known, it wasn't. And though her first instinct was to declare that she was dreaming or delusional, this felt far too real to be either of those. Nor did she thing that her imagination was up to the task of making something like that up. "We don't know how we changed," Diane said slowly, looking around in fear, "so we don't know how we can change back." The idea of being a 12 year old boy was horrifying to her, though she somehow forced herself to remain calm. After all she reminded herself, she was the adult here. She had to keep things in control, no matter how difficult that seemed. "I guess," Jeremy responded quietly, though he had already figured out that much on his own. With a sigh Jeremy sat down on the couch, with Diane following his example. Ron remained back, watching this in fascination and trying not to be noticed. "I don't know whether to be thankful that your father isn't here at the moment," Diane told her son, "Or worried that he can't help." "I don't that he can do anything about this," Jeremy pointed out, gesturing down at his body with a frown. "Maybe it's a secret government experiment," Ron suggested eagerly, "Or aliens. I'll bet it's aliens..." "Ron!" his mother glared at him, causing him to close his mouth again, glaring at her for a moment though she didn't seem to notice. After a minute Diane said, "Somehow, I don't think that anyone will believe us." She shuddered, her voice quiet and scared, "I know I wouldn't." She was silent for nearly another minute before saying, "If we told anyone... they'd think we were insane and lock us up." Then she gave Jeremy a steady look, as if willing him to understand, "And if they did believe us... we'd still be locked up... and turned into guinea pigs." Jeremy shook his head at that, "No thanks." Taking a deep breath, Diane reluctantly told Jeremy, "Until I figure out how to fix this, I think that we'll have to pretend to be each other. We can't tell anyone." She hated to admit it, but it was the only way. Like she'd told Jeremy, no one could possibly believe that an adult woman and a boy had actually traded bodies. And if by some miracle they were believed, that would only create an even larger mess of problems. The only thing that they could do was pretend to be each other... for the moment. "I'm sure that we'll be back to normal real soon," Diane tried to comfort Jeremy, who was sitting there quietly, trying to keep from crying. They talked for just a minute more when the sound of the doorbell ringing startled them all. When Diane asked Ron to see who it was, he stood up grumbling, "Why do I have to do it?" But after glaring at Jeremy, as though it were his fault, he went to do as he was told. Several seconds after Ron opened the door, a slender blonde woman came into the room. With a single glance, her eyes locked on Jeremy. "There you are," she exclaimed, "Where have you been? You were supposed to be home half an hour ago..." "Mo..." Jeremy started, then bit his tongue, startled to see his mom there. Jeremy cringed slightly, feeling extremely embarrassed to have his mom seeing him like that. He gulped nervously, positive that she was going to immediately know who he was and demand to know what he'd done to cause it. However, almost to his surprise, she barely looked at him, staring at Ron's mom instead. That made since he realized since she was the one who looked like him at the moment. "Um..." Diane looked as though she were about to argue, then glanced at Jeremy. She scowled deeply, then let out a sigh of frustration. "Sorry... mom." "Well let's get going," Jeremy's mom told her, "your grandma is expecting us already..." Diane winced at that, deciding to try getting out of it, "Do I have to go? Can't I stay the night with Ron?" Then she looked over at Jeremy, hoping that this would give them the chance to get back to normal. "Fraid not," Jeremy's mom told her, "not get a move on." There was a tone of impatience that Diane recognized, having used it often enough. It was the warning that she shouldn't push any further. And with another sigh, she muttered, "All right... mom." With that Diane reluctantly moved for the front door, pausing only long enough to give Ron and Jeremy a warning look, hoping that they would be all right for awhile. And as soon as the door closed behind her, the boys slowly turned to stare at each other, realizing that they were now alone. Part 7 "Oh man," Ron exclaimed a minute after his mom had left, "we've got the house to ourselves." He grinned up at Jeremy. "Yeah, great," Jeremy responded without much enthusiasm. Ron frowned, then pointed out, "Hey, my mom's gonna be the one seeing your grandma..." Jeremy couldn't help grinning at that, wondering how she would react. "Maybe grandma will give her some candy..." Then he chuckled, "Or maybe she'll pinch your mom's cheeks..." He absently rubbed his own cheeks, remembering how his grandma liked doing that kind of thing. "I wish I could see that," Ron burst out laughing. After a minute Jeremy sat down on the couch, the good humor draining away. His hands cupped the weights on his chest, then he looked up at Ron and scowled. "This feels really weird," he complained. "I mean... I look like your mom." Ron nodded, "I know..." "Your God damn mom!" Jeremy repeated more forcefully. Ron didn't say anything to that, though he continued to stare at Jeremy, his expression still one of amazement. However, he smiled faintly, as he watched his friend, considering the possibilities. "What happened to me?" Jeremy demanded, beginning to get a little angry again. It was better than being scared and confused, though he was definitely both of those things as well. Taking a deep breath, Ron blurted out, "I know why you and mom changed places." Jeremy's eyes were immediately locked on him, "Huh?" Grinning a bit, then looking almost sheepish, Ron asked, "Remember those weird coins we found?" For a moment Jeremy frowned, not sure what Ron was saying, then gasped in realization, "Those wishing coins..." He stared at Ron for a moment more before blurting out, "But those can't be real..." "I was playing with them in the shed," Ron reminded him, looking thoughtful as he continued, "and I said something about wishing you were my mom..." Both boys paused at that, going silent. Finally Jeremy exclaimed, "No way!" "Yeah," Ron told him, "and the coin I was holding kinda disappeared. I mean, I didn't really think about it and kind of forgot when you were changing and everything." Then Ron shrugged, not quite apologetically. However Jeremy just stared down at himself and grinned, "Then maybe I can use another one to change back to normal..." And with that, Jeremy jumped to his feet and started to move for the back door. "Hey, wait," Ron exclaimed, grabbing his apparent mother's arm, "I mean, you don't have to do it right now..." At Jeremy's blank look, he rushed on, "Think about the possibilities..." "What possibilities?" Jeremy asked hesitantly, beginning to have the nagging feeling that Ron was going to get him into trouble again. "Well, my mom isn't here now," Ron reminded him, holding up one finger. "Judy's staying the night with her friends." A second finger went up as he added, "So there's no little sister to worry about. And my dad's not gonna be home from his business trip until like, tomorrow night." Ron stood there with a smug expression. "Yeah," Jeremy nodded, seeing that they did have the whole house to themselves. However, he didn't exactly see why he shouldn't change back to normal right away. He wasn't comfortable looking like his best friend's mom. Ron sighed, looking as though he had to explain the obvious. "You look like a grown-up. I mean, we can do anything we want to. Anything." Then he grinned, "Now we can go see the movie. I mean, we need a grown-up to get in... and now that you're a grown-up..." Jeremy thought about it for a moment, then slowly smiled. "Yeah, that would be cool..." "And," Ron brightened up even more, giving a mischievous grin, "you can even use my mom's credit card to buy whatever we want. Think of all the toys and candy..." That was all that Jeremy needed to make him nod his head in agreement. He still wasn't completely sure about staying like that any longer than he had to, but the thought of going to the movie, not to mention all the toys and candy they could get were far too tempting to resist. "All right. But just for a little while..." Ron just grinned excitedly at that and slapped his friend on the back, or at least tried to, "Yeah, it'll be great..." Part 8 After nearly an hour since Ron's mother had left the house in Jeremy's body, the two boys were still sitting in the living room. Their plans to go watch the movie had been delayed as they were caught up in talking about what had happened, and what they could do now that Jeremy looked like an adult. "Just think about it," Ron exclaimed excitedly, "you can probably even buy Playboys and stuff..." Jeremy giggled at that, "Yeah, but can you imagine what they'd say if your mom bought one?" Both boys laughed louder. Then Jeremy leaned forward and stared at the strange golden colored coins that were scattered on the coffee table in front of them. Though the boys had grabbed them out of the clubhouse after realizing that they were what had caused Jeremy to transform into a copy of Ron's mom, neither boy could bring themselves to try them out again. "I wonder where they came from," Jeremy whispered. "I dunno," Ron shrugged, picking one of the coins up for a moment. However, he looked a little nervous and quickly put it back down, almost as if afraid it would go off and transform him next. "But look... they've got these genie lamp pictures on them. Maybe a genie made them or something..." "That is so stupid," Jeremy grumbled, crossing his arms in front of him, or at least trying too but stopping because of the obstructions his new breasts offered. He scowled down at them, then said, "Why would a genie make wishing coins? I thought they only gave wishes if you rubbed their bottles..." "Well," Ron demanded, "you have a better idea?" After a minute Jeremy reluctantly admitted that he didn't. But he still refused to admit that Ron was right. "They could be from lots of places." However, he didn't bother to give any examples. "So..." Ron asked hesitantly a few minutes later, "what's it like being like that?" Jeremy looked down at himself, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Then he shrugged, "Kinda... weird. I mean, I feel a little bit normal, but really strange too. I mean, my whole body just feels wrong. Especially these..." He grabbed at his chest and gave an exaggerated wince. "Ug," the other boy winced, "I'm glad that I didn't get turned into a girl." "You're lucky," Jeremy mumbled. However, after a few seconds, Ron couldn't resist adding, "But still... it's gotta be kinda cool being a grown-up." Jeremy didn't even respond to that, other than to give Ron a slight glare. "Hey, I know," Ron suddenly exclaimed, grinning mischievously, "you can rent one of those porno movies that Danny was talking about at school. You ever watch one?" Jeremy just blinked in surprise, "Um... no..." He cringed slightly at that, knowing that if his mom and dad found out that he'd done something like that, they'd tan his hide and ground him for a year. "I watch them all the time," Ron lied, not fooling Jeremy for a moment, "they're cool..." "Do not," Jeremy disagreed. That was quickly followed by, "Do too..." The boys argued back and forth for several minutes until they'd forgotten what it was that they were arguing about. Finally they settled back and laughed, deciding that they could definitely find something fun to do now that Jeremy looked like Ron's mom. "You're like a spy," Ron exclaimed with a grin. "You can spy on the grown-ups and learn all them grown-up things." "Yeah," Jeremy agreed, beginning to get into the spirit of things, "like James Bond..." Ron snickered, "Or Jane Bond..." Jeremy grinned back at that, beginning to think that it just might be a lot of fun to pretend to be Ron's mom for a little bit. It would certainly be an interesting game if nothing else. And one that he'd never really played before. However, his excitement faded just a bit as he realized that it might be just a bit too much like playing house, and that was what girl's played. Suddenly Jeremy had a brilliant idea. After he and Ron and talked about all of the cool things that he could do now that he was a grown-up... or at least looked like one, he couldn't wait to try some of them out. However he felt a little nervous about doing it by himself and would have felt more comfortable having someone else along for the ride. With that Jeremy grabbed up one of the magic coins and looked at Ron with a grin, "I wish that Ron was my mom..." "HEY," Ron gasped in shock, his eyes going wide, "what are ya doing?" However it was already too late. The coin in Jeremy's feminine hand was already glowing, and a second later, it vanished entirely. Jeremy just stared at his now empty palm in amazement, then turned his full attention to Ron, knowing that the real show was about to begin. "Oh shit," Ron exclaimed, glaring angrily at Jeremy. "Why'd you do that..." "So you can be a grown-up too," Jeremy told him defensively, suddenly wondering if maybe he shouldn't have made that wish. But the look on Ron's face when he'd said that made it absolutely worth it. Just then Ron stood up, gasping as he did so. Even as Jeremy watched, he could see the changes taking place. Ron was already beginning to look a little taller... a little bigger. His clothes were beginning to look tighter on his body. "This feels weird," Ron gasped, staring down at himself, a look of mixed horror and confusion on his face. Jeremy stared at his best friend in awe, thinking that this was what he had to look like when he was changing. It certainly looked different from that angle, and a lot less threatening. After all this time it wasn't him who was changing. And of course, this time they both knew what was going on. Ron was several inches taller than normal and his hair had grown just a bit longer. His face had changed as well, looking somewhat different form his own... somewhat older. And then there were the slight bulges that were beginning to form on his chest, pushing against his shirt. "I can't believe that you did this to me," Ron growled out, his voice sounding more like a woman's than his own. Jeremy couldn't resist grinning at that. After nearly a minute Ron was looking much more like an adult woman than a 12 year old boy, and there was very little of himself left. However, Jeremy realized that there was something wrong. He couldn't quite place what it was for a few seconds, then it dawned on him. Ron didn't look anything like his mom, and the changes were getting close to being done. At the moment Ron looked just like an adult woman, about the same age that Jeremy now appeared to be. But to Jeremy's surprise, the changes weren't finished. He was still getting older. A few streaks of gray were even beginning to appear in his hair. "Oh man," Jeremy muttered, really beginning to think that he might have made a mistake. When the changes had stopped Ron stood there, just an inch or two shorter than Jeremy and definitely an adult woman. However he looked absolutely nothing like Jeremy's mom. Instead, he looked like a Hispanic woman. An old Hispanic woman, in her 50's or something, though she didn't really look that bad. In fact, there was still something pretty about her. "Damn," Ron exclaimed as his clothes started shifting to fit his new body, "I can't believe that you did that to me." He looked down at himself, scowling as he did so. Then he looked at his hands, looking almost afraid. "I'm sorry," Jeremy told him quietly, "I just thought it would be fun if you were a grown-up too..." Ron just snorted and hurried to a small mirror that was hanging on the living room wall. He stopped in front of it, staring at himself in silence, his hands slowly coming up and touching his face. And several seconds of remaining frozen in that position, he gasped, "Holy shit... you turned me into my grandma..." Part 9 Diane scowled deeply as Jeremy's grandma pinched her cheek, though she tried hard not to show just how annoyed she really was. And not just by the cheek pinching, but by the fact that she was stuck in some 12 year old boy's body without any apparent reason. Now that very boy's family was treating her like a child, and she could do nothing but grit her teeth and bear it, playing along until some sort of answer was found. "My how you've grown," Jeremy's grandma droned on. However Diane just scowled, thinking instead, "What do you mean grown? I just shrunk..." At the same time though, she knew better than to say anything. Instead, she continued to play along. At the moment Diane was stuck at a birthday party for the grandma of her son's best friend, and she was not happy. All of Jeremy's family was there, or at least it seemed like it. In truth, there were only a few aunts, uncles and cousins. Though Diane didn't know them all, she was fortunate to have met several of them at Jeremy's birthday party. "Hey," a voice called out, causing Diane to turn. It was another boy around her son's age... one of Jeremy's cousins. She quickly scrambled for a name and suddenly remembered that he was Sean. "Wanna see my new game?" He held up a small hand held video game. "Sure," Diane sighed, knowing that she had to play along. Besides, it would be better than having Jeremy's grandma pinch her cheeks again. --- "This sucks," Ron exclaimed as he stood there, grabbing at his breasts and glaring at Jeremy. "Why the hell did you do that?" "You were the one who said it would be cool to stay like this for awhile," Jeremy protested, gesturing down at his own body. Then he remembered something that he'd heard his mom tell his dad before and announced, "And what's good for the goose is good for the gander." Whatever that meant. All that Ron could do was look at him blankly, "Huh?" "Nevermind," Jeremy mumbled. "I didn't mean that I wanted to be turned into my grandma," Ron protested angrily, still glaring at his best friend. "I mean... my GRANDMA?" Jeremy snorted, "I was trying to turn you into my mom. I mean, since I'm you're mom, I thought that it would only be fair..." "Fairly stupid you mean," Ron grumbled, only to have Jeremy stick his tongue out in response. After arguing for another minute Ron went to the bathroom where he could see himself much clearly in the larger mirror. He winced horribly at the sight, hating the fact that his own grandma was looking back. It was wrong. Really wrong. Feeling curious Ron slowly grabbed at his new breasts, scowling as he did so. He didn't see what the big deal about those things were. They sure weren't all that comfortable. In fact they felt really weird hanging on his chest like that. "This is just gross," he grumbled to himself as he turned and returned to glare at Jeremy again. "I can't believe you turned me into my grandma..." "Well I'm sorry," Jeremy apologized, not sounding very sincere. "I didn't mean to turn you into your grandma." This time it was Ron who stuck his tongue out. Suddenly Ron realized something and gasped. He looked at Jeremy, then grinned slightly. "If I'm my grandma... then she has to be me!" Jeremy just stared at him, realizing that he had to be right. After all Ron's mom had turned into him when he'd turned into her. But the thought of Ron's grandma looking like him made Jeremy actually start laughing. And after a moment of hesitation, Ron joined in. "Bet she must be confused," Ron giggled, imagining what his grandma had to be thinking now that she'd turned into a 12 year old boy. It was almost enough to make him stay that way long enough to find her and see how she was dealing with it. The boys laughed about that for another minute, making jokes about how fun it would be to send Ron's mom and grandma to school in their places. However, neither boy was too serious about that at the moment. Finally Ron picked up one of the coins and Jeremy asked, "You going to turn us both back now?" Ron looked at him for a moment, then grinned, "NO. I wish my grandma and I were back to normal..." Suddenly Ron felt a strange sensation run through his body. The very same sensations that he had felt such a short time earlier when he had started changing. However, this time, instead of growing older and taller, he grew younger, smaller. And he let out a long sigh of relief as he finally returned to being just a 12 year old boy. The whole time, Jeremy just glared at him, "Hey... that's not fair. How come I've gotta stay like this?" "So we can go see the movie," Ron reminded him with a smirk. Jeremy glared back, wishing that Ron hadn't wasted that coin like that when it could have turned him back too. However, he felt a little bad about wasting the coin that he'd used to change Ron so he thought that it sort of evened out. "C'mon... let's go..." Ron urged. "Sure," Jeremy responded, then glanced out the window. "It's getting kinda late for that though." Then he looked over at the clock and exclaimed, "I'm hungry. Let's have dinner first..." "What are ya gonna cook... mom?" Ron asked with a smirk, earning another glare. "I'm not cooking nothing," Jeremy stated firmly, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest the best that his new breasts allowed him. Ron shrugged, then grinned, "I know... let's order a pizza." Jeremy looked at him for a moment and then nodded, "Sounds good to me..." --- Diane let out a sigh, beginning to get a little tired of Jeremy's cousin Sean beating her at the game. However, she was starting to become determined to beat him. No snot nosed little boy was going to make a fool out of her. With that she tried playing the game with a little more determination. "I've gotcha now," Diane exclaimed, suddenly feeling a burst of excitement as she finally won one game with the boy. But to her disappointment, he didn't seem nearly as crushed about it as she had hoped. Just then Jeremy's mom came over and said, "I've got great news for you Jeremy..." "Oh?" Diane asked, having to remind herself that she was supposed to be Jeremy. "Yeah," she continued, "I've talked with Uncle George... He said that he'd be happy to have you stay the night with Sean tonight. I know how much you like doing that..." "Oh... great," Diane responded, trying to keep her real emotions out of her voice. But as she tried to think of an excuse why she couldn't stay the night, and not make anyone suspicious, Jeremy's mom started to walk off and Sean was jumping around excited about the sleepover. Finally Diane muttered, "Oh boy..." Then she suddenly remembered Ron and Jeremy alone at the house and gasped. Her husband wouldn't be home for another day, so they were all alone. That made her groan even more, realizing just how much trouble they could get into. Especially with Ron's knack for it. However, there didn't appear to be any way out at the moment, so she hoped that she'd at least be able to get to the phone and warn them to be good. "It's going to be a long night," Diane sighed tiredly. Part 10 Jeremy closed his eyes and tried to be aware of his body as he sat on the couch. He could feel that it wasn't normal, though while he was doing it that way, he didn't really feel as strange as he would have expected to. The most obvious thing that he could feel wrong was the weight on his chest... the new breasts. Then Jeremy slowly opened his eyes and looked down at where they pushed out from his shirt, for what had to be the hundredth time since he had changed several hours earlier. After watching the TV for a few minutes Jeremy turned his attention to Ron, who was completely caught up in the show. For a brief moment, Jeremy felt a pang of anger at Ron. After all Ron was the one who had caused him to change and who insisted that he stay like that for awhile. And on top of that, as Ron used one of the coins to change himself back to normal almost as soon as he could. Somehow, Jeremy didn't think that this was really fair. Just then the boys heard the sound of the doorbell ringing and Ron immediately jumped to his feet, excitedly yelling, "Pizzas here!" "Bout time," Jeremy grumbled, heading for the door. "I'll get the Pepsi," Ron announced, already running to the kitchen, seeming to have forgotten that both boys already had half empty cans where they had been sitting. Just hesitated at the door, suddenly feeling worried and embarrassed. He glanced down at himself, feeling extremely self conscious. He didn't want anyone else to see him in Ron's mom's body. It was... embarrassing. But when the doorbell rang again, he grimaced and opened the door. The pizza delivery guy looked about 17 or 18, years older than Jeremy really was. But at the moment, the irony wasn't lost on Jeremy that he looked a lot older than the guy in front of him. "You ordered the pizza ma'am?" the pizza guy asked, staring straight at Jeremy's chest, then blushing badly and looking back up. Jeremy was a little startled by that reaction and wasn't sure how to reaction. "Yeah," he said slowly, wondering why the pizza guy kept looking at him like that. It was strange. The pizza guy just gulped, glancing quickly at Jeremy's chest again before telling him how much it cost. Jeremy blinked, having forgotten all about the money. "Just a minute," Jeremy said, hurrying to where Ron's mom had left her purse on the table and then helping himself to what he needed. "It's my purse right now," he told himself uncomfortably before hurrying to pay for the pizza. "Thank you ma'am," the pizza guy responded, staring once again at Jeremy's chest before turning to leave. For a moment Jeremy just stood there, glancing down at his chest and wondering if those were wrong or something. However, Ron suddenly started laughing from behind Jeremy, "Man, did you see the way he was looking at you... " "What about it?" Jeremy asked suspiciously. "He's got the hots for you," Ron laughed. Jeremy just stared at Ron and then blushed in embarrassment as he realized that Ron had to be right. He'd always known that Ron's mom was really pretty, but he hadn't been thinking that now everyone would be thinking about him as the pretty one. "Boy that was weird," Jeremy mumbled to himself as he returned to the couch to eat. Once the boys were done eating, Ron leaned back in the couch, grinning broadly as he had his feet set on the coffee table. His mom would have killed him if she'd seen him, and what amused him the most was that she was right next to him in a way and wasn't saying a thing about it. In fact, her feet were even sitting up there as well. "I wonder what time the movie plays tonight?" Ron asked from beside Jeremy. "I don't know," Jeremy shrugged, looking out the darkened windows and frowning. "It is getting kinda late. And besides..." He grinned, pulling up the TV guide, "Look what's on TV tonight..." Ron sat up at that, "Cool..." He grinned wickedly, knowing that his mom would never let him watch that movie. As far as she was concerned, it was just as bad as the one that they wanted to go to the theater to see. Ron not only wanted to watch it, but got a real kick out of the fact that it was his apparent mom who'd actually suggested it. "We can go see the other one tomorrow," Jeremy said, only then realizing that this meant that he would have to stay in his new body until then. But he'd already suggested it and wasn't about to take it back. "Sounds good to me," Ron grinned at that, his attention already going back to the TV screen in front of them. Then he announced, "This is great. We can do anything we want right now... and Judy isn't even around to spoil things." Jeremy nodded his agreement, though he wasn't sure just how great things were. After all Ron wasn't the one who had been turned into a mom and was stuck like that for the moment. That just made Jeremy grin at the thought of the short time Ron had spent as his own grandma. It might not have been for very long, but it was definitely hilarious. After a minute of consideration, Jeremy looked at his best friend and whispered, "Maybe tomorrow," before turning his attention back to the TV as well. Part 11 It was late at night and long past Ron and Jeremy's bed times. Finally though, after hours of watching movies, talking and starting to snooze on the couch, Ron decided that it was time for him to go to bed. And though Jeremy wasn't feeling quite as tired as he normally would be at that time, he knew that he should be going to bed to. Once Ron had gone to his own room, taking all of the magic coins with him, Jeremy reluctantly went to Ron's parent's bedroom. He stood at the doorway, staring at the huge bed for a minute, unsure if he should actually sleep there. After all it wasn't really his bed. But after a single glance down at himself, he decided that he certainly had the right to use it for the night. "It's not like Ron's mom is gonna complain," Jeremy told himself, grinning slightly as he thought about the look on her... his real face when his mom had come to drag her away. "I hope she has fun at the party..." Knowing that he had to get ready for bed, Jeremy went to the small bathroom that was attached to the bedroom and grimaced as he sat down on the toilet to relieve himself. He'd already done that in his new body earlier that day, thinking that it was pretty strange, though he had purposely avoided looking at what was between his legs. Or more specifically, what wasn't between his legs. "Man this is weird," Jeremy grumbled as he peed, thinking that it felt a little strange, though at least he could still go. The first time he'd had to, he hadn't even been sure that he could pee without his penis. When he was done Jeremy grimaced as he pulled his panties and skirt back up, then went to the mirror. He stopped and stared at his reflection for a minute, still stunned at the sight of his best friend's mom's face instead of his own. It was just... freaky. "Now Ron," Jeremy decided to play for a minute, holding his finger out and scolding like he'd seen Ron's real mom do a number of times, "if I catch you doing that one more time, you won't be able to sit down for a week." Then Jeremy burst out laughing. That was actually kind of fun. "That's it... no allowance for a month..." For the next several minutes, Jeremy played at being Ron's mom in front of the mirror, mimicking things that he'd seen her do and say. It was strange, but that made it a rather fun game. And finding something to laugh about with his situation seemed to make it a lot less scary for him. Eventually though Jeremy stopped, remembering that he had to get ready for bed. He looked in the medicine cabinet and found the toothpaste and floss... but he hesitated at actually using one of the tooth brushes that were sitting there. He winced, definitely not liking the idea of actually using someone else's tooth brush. In fact, he wasn't even sure which of the brushes was Ron's mom's... and which one was his dad's. But then again, he thought that it was kind of likely that it was the pink one that belonged to her since he didn't think that any guy would be guy caught dead using a pink toothbrush. Finally Jeremy settled on just using a dab of toothpaste on his finger to do the job, though it was a little uncomfortable with his now longer fingernails. "I guess I'm done," Jeremy said, starting to turn away until something else dawned on him. "Oh yeah," he groaned taking another look at his reflection and remembering the makeup. Of course he'd never put it on, but he hadn't put on those clothes or anything else that had come with his new body. Somehow, he didn't think that it would be a good idea to go to bed wearing that makeup either. He'd once heard his mom complaining about how she'd forgotten to take hers off one night and had left a real mess on the pillow. With a grimace Jeremy grabbed a wash cloth from the side and used it to wash his face off. The makeup seemed a little stubborn, but with a little soap and water it actually came off. However, when he was done, the cloth was all gross and icky, covered with smeared makeup. However, Jeremy just left it sitting on the side of the sink. A few seconds later Jeremy was standing beside the bed, thinking that it might be a lot of fun to sleep in a bed that big. It was huge... three times as big as his own bed was. He smiled faintly as he thought about how different it would be to sleep in a bed that big, though he still wasn't completely comfortable about sleeping in someone else's bed... even if he was in their body. After taking a deep breath Jeremy knew what he had to do next. His heart seemed to race with both simultaneous excitement and nervousness as he slowly started to undress. Ever since he'd turned into Ron's mom, he'd been curious about seeing what he looked like without all of those clothes on. However, it was his best friend's mom and that thought embarrassed him badly. Even worse was the thought of what would happen if someone happened to walk in on him while he was getting undressed. Especially Ron. Jeremy could even imagine his friend bursting in with a camera to take pictures that could be used against Jeremy for a long time