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Image and perception do not always provide you with the full picture. I look like a woman in her early 30's, and you could reasonably assume that I have always been a woman, but I was once a teenage boy. I will never be that boy again, and I no longer want to be him. I did not know it at the time, but a trip to the local convenience store would change my life. I walked to the store to buy a loaf of bread, and I made my way down the damped street after I finished my transaction. I walked down the block and noticed a quarter lying on the side of the road. I bent down and picked up the coin and went to fling it into my pocket, but I stopped and examined the coin. It was about the same size and color as a quarter, but it had strange writing on it. It almost seemed almost wrong for this world. The lettering seemed to be nothing more than scribbles, and I doubted that they meant anything at all. I placed the coin in my pocket and walked home. I opened up my front door, and I saw my mother pulling into the driveway. I walked into the kitchen with the coin in my hand. My mother followed me into the kitchen with a haggard look on her face. She was only in her late 30's, but the pressure of being a single mother and the boss of a company seemed to be wearing on her. However, many men still lusted after her. Even my best friend Wes used to say, "You've got a hot mom." I was not a good judge of that at the time. She had a trim and tanned body. Her legs were long and slightly muscular, while her arms and hands were short and dainty. She had hazel eyes and a small rounded nose. Her thin face was only marred by a few faint wrinkles around her full lips. She looked slightly younger than her age, but time was catching up with her. She had shoulder length brown hair that was naturally straight, and she often wore it down. She always took pride in her appearance. She never left the house without putting on her makeup, and she liked to dress in designer clothing. My father used to always complain about it, but he also enjoyed it. I stared at her as she walked through the kitchen. She stood before the refrigerator in a silk ivory colored skirt and a black lace tie-front jacket. She turned and walked towards me as the familiar clicks and clacks of her black open-toed heels reverberated off of the ceramic floor. I glanced at her momentarily, and then I looked at the coin that I had placed in my open palm. "Hey," I said as she snatched the coin from my hand. "Don't worry. I'll give it back. I just want to see what the hubbub is about." "Look at this coin," she said as she showed it to me. "I need to see it in a better light. It might be a foreign coin," she continued. "I guess that's a possibility," I remarked as she turned on the kitchen light. She stared at the coin and said, "What do you think this inscription means? I have never seen anything like it. Do you think it is rare or valuable?" "How should I know? It looks strange to me too," I replied. "Maybe we could sell it." "We might be able to make some money off of it," I stated. "Thanks for stating the obvious Mike. You're just like my employees. They always state the obvious and never add anything constructive. It's never anything that will increase the company's cash flow. It's just the same recycled ideas." "Sorry Mom," I responded with a sneer. My mother was talking about her job. She ran a company in a downtown office building. She didn't really know all that much about the industry when she got into it. She simply inherited it from my father when he was killed. The authorities never found the killer. However, my mother was one of several suspects, but there was never enough evidence to indict her. I wish that I could tell you that I thought that she was innocent, but then I'd be a liar. My parents had been fighting for months. The cops told me that my father had hired a divorce attorney before he died. They asked me not to protect her. They couldn't coerce me, and to be honest I didn't have any pertinent information. My mother looked down condescendingly at me, and she said, "You couldn't do what I do. I put up with these idiots all day long." "Why don't you sell the company?" I asked. "I wouldn't do that. It's your father's legacy, and it keeps me out of the home. I make more money there, than I could anywhere else with my training," she said as she clutched the coin. "What training?" I retorted. "Don't get smart. I deal with people who complain about the color of an extension cord. One of my managers asked me to have a construction company move a wall, because another manager has a slightly larger office. He wanted me to tear down a wall and replace it, so that he could add two feet to his office. Then let's remember what I always put up with. These damn heels kill my feet everyday!" I stood up and threw up my hands. I walked towards the fridge and shouted, "Stop complaining Mom." "Would you like to walk in them? I could see them on your feet now. You would trip in them." "No, I wo....," I responded as I fell forward. I grabbed the wall and stood up, and I looked down at the heels that had suddenly appeared on my feet. "What the hell," my mother responded as she noticed the shoes that appeared on my feet. She cast his eyes at me and said, "With your heels on my feet, with my legs, and my body." I looked down and saw two perky breasts resting on my chest and screamed, "What the hell are you doing to me?" "Hold on for a minute son. With my face, voice, and long hair." "What's happening to me?" I screamed in her voice. "I think I just created a clone," she remarked with a smirk. "How?" "I don't know. I think it's the coin." My mother placed the coin down and tried to imagine me differently, but nothing happened. She then muttered, "With larger breasts." Nothing happened. She took hold of the coin and stared at me. Suddenly, my breasts began to increase and then decrease. "I got it!" "You got what?" I asked. "I know what I have to do. I have to hold this coin and visualize what I want you to look like. I can completely change your appearance with it." "All right, you've had your fun. Now change me back." "No." "What do you mean no?" "You've always taken me for granted. I think I just found the answer to my problem." "What are you talking about?" "You're going to be me for a week." "What? Then who's going to be me?" "I wonder if you could change me into you." "What?" "Think of it Mike. You always said that I have it easy. Now, you get to have my job for a week. How about it? After all, you always said that you wanted to be in my position." "I don't want it like this." "Mike, don't be a spoil sport. Let's make a deal." "Go on," I replied. I wasn't really intrigued, but I figured that I would hear her out anyway. However, I must also admit in retrospect that I inquired out of fear. "I want a vacation from my job, and living your life will give me that chance. I guess that I'll get the better end of the deal, so I'll give you something for your troubles." "What?" "I'll buy you a car for your 17th birthday." "Are you serious?" "Yes, I am. Now, what will it be Mom?" My better judgment told me to say no, but my intense desire to have a car made me say, "It's a deal." I took the coin from her hand, and I imagined that she looked like me. She ran her hand down the front of her pants, and she looked up at me and said, "Honey, you missed a bit." "Oh," I responded as I visualized my penis on her body. She looked down and smiled at her new found manhood, and she took the coin out of my slightly stunned hands. She glanced at my astounded expression and said, "Thanks Mom. Now, what's for dinner?" I stared up at myself, and my jaw dropped. She grinned at me, and she hurriedly took me by the hand and led me out of the kitchen. She guided me into the bathroom and clutched my hand. Her hand felt so powerful in mine. I stared up at my former body, as she brought me before the mirror. My jaw dropped as I looked at my face. I had gone from a six foot three inch high school junior, to a five foot two inch middle-aged mother and owner of a small company. I turned to her and frantically shouted in her voice, "Change me back this instant! I can't go through with this." She pulled something out from behind her back and said, "Very well dear."I closed my eyes and felt my breasts dissipate. I blinked and said, "Thank you." She smiled and showed me the camera. "Hey, wait a minute," I screamed as she took photos of me dressed in lingerie and spiked heels. "I'm going to turn you back into me now. And if you complain again, then I'll show these pictures to your friends and that little girlfriend of yours. I can't wait for the expressions on their faces." "You wouldn't?" "Oh, I would. I'll give you your body back in a week, and I'll even let you watch me destroy these pictures if you don't screw with my fun." "I can't believe this. Why would you do this to me?" I whimpered from my suddenly re-feminized form. "You were fighting this blessing, so I took care of the problem. Now, you will go to work in my place, while I vacation as you. Do you understand me Mommy?" She asked. "Can I still have the car?" I asked hopefully as I pushed away my tears. "No! Do you understand what I said Mom?" "Yes, Mike," I replied. Suddenly, my head grew heavy, and my legs gave out. I dropped to the floor, and everything faded to black. I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by the striking femininity of my clothing. "Oh, God, I wasn't dreaming," I said as I stared at my mother's breasts, which were still hanging off of my torso. "That's right Mom. You weren't dreaming." "We have to undue this." "Well, once again, Mom, I have the coin, so I can undue this whenever I want to. However, I don't want to undue it yet. I need a vacation from those morons down at my job. Now, you're me and I'm you for a week. You'll have to deal with them, and I can relax. Maybe you'll learn something from this, and maybe you'll appreciate me more." "I can't go to work in your body Mom." "Oh, you're going to work tomorrow." "No, I'm not going." "Well, Mom, you want to swap back with me. However, I have to agree to return your body. You also know that I won't give you your body back unless you make me happy. Consequently, you're going to have to make me happy. And if you don't go to work tomorrow, I'll be unhappy. If you make me unhappy, I won't swap back with you for a month." I suddenly realized that my mother had the upper hand, and I relented, "Okay, I'll do it Mom." "That's Mike now Mom!" "Right, Mike." "You know what Mom. I think I'll skip dinner tonight. I'm going out." "Where?" I asked nervously. "I'm going out on your bike. I'll pick up a slice of pizza." "I don't want you to do that!" "I don't like it when you blow me off for dinner, so let's just say this is fair play." "But, I didn't do it in your body." "No, but you weren't the mother. I was, and I still am. I still make the rules here, and I have decided to go out." She walked out of the house and hopped on my bike. She peddled away, and I ambled into the kitchen. I yanked her shoes off of my feet, and they instantly felt relieved. I sat down for a couple of minutes before I went over to the refrigerator. I pulled out a pre-cooked chicken and ate it for dinner. I rinsed my dish off and put the leftovers in the fridge. I tried to calm my nerves by watching some television. However, no show could have distracted me at that moment. I was so worried about what she would do in my body. I didn't know if she would blow off my friends or girlfriend. She might act like a woman in front of them. She also took the coin with her, and I was afraid that she would lose it. I waited nervously as the hours past on. She was out way past my curfew. I wondered if she got hurt. I started to cough nervously, and I made frequent trips to the front windows. Finally, after one of my million glances out of the windows, I saw her pull her bike into the garage. I stood near the door as she entered. She cast her head at me and shouted in my voice, "Young lady, do you know what time it is?" "I'm not that young anymore." "Don't sass me young lady. Do you know what time it is?" "No, sir." "It is nearly twelve, and you have to go to work tomorrow missy!" "I'm sorry Mom." "Don't sorry me Mom. Once again, it's Mike. I'm Mike, and you're Mike's mother Lisa." "Sorry Mike," I said submissively. "Just go to your room and go to bed." "Okay Mike." I walked up the stairs and headed towards my old room. I then heard my mother shout, "Go to your room Mom." I realized that she meant hers, and I walked into her room. I stared at lavender walls and walked over to her alarm. I looked down and realized that she had already set it. I climbed into her bed, and I covered my body with her comforter and fell asleep. My alarm sounded the next morning. I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing in front of the closet. "What's going on?" I asked. "I'm just picking out your clothes." "Oh," I said as I sat up. I walked over and grabbed the clothes from her hands. My vision started to sharpen, and I noticed that she had handed me a blouse, a jacket, and a skirt. She walked over to her dresser and threw a bra and a pair of black sheer pantyhose at me. I placed the clothing on the bed and stared at the pantyhose as I held them in my hand. "Do I really need to wear these clothes?" "Of course, Mom, you know that your father established a no bare leg code. It is also proper decorum for female employees to wear dress shoes." "Why don't you just repeal the no bare leg code?" "I personally don't mind it. Besides, it makes us seem more professional." "What about the skirt? Couldn't I wear pants instead?" "I'm sorry. I don't think that you should wear pants. I usually wear skirts. I think it would be educational for you to wear one. A good parent lets her children learn from experience. What kind of parent would I be if I let this opportunity slip through your fingers by allowing you to wear pants? I wouldn't be a very good one." "Can't you compromise?" "I will not compromise!" "Okay," I relented. "Come down stairs and eat your breakfast when you're done dressing. I'll take your shoes downstairs for you, and I'll put them by the front door. You can put them on right before you leave," my mother said as she turned and walked out of the room with a pair of shoes in her hands. She turned back and looked at me and shouted, "Roll the pantyhose down, and then work them up your leg." I shouted back, "Okay." I rolled the hosiery down and slid my toes under the seam. I worked the pantyhose up my legs, and I pulled the panty up until it rested snugly along my hips. I pulled off the bra that I slept in, and I grabbed the white bra that my mother had thrown at me. I slipped the straps over my shoulder as I held both ends of the bra. I leaned forward and let my breasts fall naturally into the cups. I straightened up and tried to hook the bra. I tried to catch the hooks, but I missed them. My arms started to get tired as I kept trying to hook it. Finally, on the fourth try, I hooked the bra. I pulled at my breasts, and I adjusted the straps on my shoulders. The straps still felt a little uncomfortable, but I knew that they served a purpose. I pulled the cream colored silk blouse over my head and situated it on my body. I looked down and saw the black pinstriped jacket that my mother left out for me. I placed it over the blouse, but I decided not to fasten the two buttons. I walked over to the bedroom door and closed it. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I saw that the jacket hit at my hips. I had never noticed how short that type of jacket was. I walked back to the bed and put on the matching black pinstriped godet skirt. I checked my appearance in the mirror and smiled strangely to myself. My head tilted a little, and I showed most of my white front teeth. I opened the door and walked confidently down the steps. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard. I saw that my mother had already taken out the milk and the cereal, and she had left it on the counter. My mother called me into the living room after I finished my breakfast. I sauntered into the room. She looked me over as I stood before her, and she asked, "How do you feel?" "I feel so stupid in these clothes." "Oh, but you look so cute." "Stop making fun of me." "I'm sorry sweetie. I'll cook diner tonight. Will that make you happy dear?" "Yes, that would be nice." "I'd do anything to make my Mommy happy." "Oh, thanks again Mom," I retorted sarcastically. "It's Mike. Don't slip up, and you're welcome. You do know that I wear lipstick to work, right?" "Oh, I forgot about that," I responded. "Well, go put it on." "Oh, okay Mike." "Do you know how to put on lipstick?" "Not really." "Well, come with me then," she said as she led me towards the bathroom. She dragged me into the bathroom and pulled her lipstick container out her pocketbook. "Purse your lips together like this," she said as she puckered up. I did as I was told. "Good. Now stretch your lips. Watch as I start at the center of your bottom lip. I'm going to glide the color to the corners. Now I'll blot it and reapply it. I'm going to blot it again, so that the color will last longer. Go slowly when you first do this, and you'll be fine." "Just like this?" "Just like that, but you're done for today. However, you're on your own tomorrow honey." I got up and walked towards the door. I looked around and saw the shoes that my mother had left out for me. I picked them up and put them on. I took a step, and I nearly fell over. Those tight shoes were not the easiest things to walk in. They felt so awkward. All the pressure in my feet was located in my toes and heels. My mother snickered at me and said, "Mom, come here for a second." I took a step towards her in her heels, and I rolled my ankle and crumbled to the floor. "I'll never be able to walk in these things. I'm going to break my ankle," I screamed at her. "Nonsense, dear, all it takes is a little practice. Just walk in them for a while and you'll get it down pat eventually." "Stand up and walk towards me. Place your heel down first, and try to walk straight. Try to keep your legs close together, and shorten your stride." I took a few steps after I stood up. It seemed easier, but it was still awkward. She smiled and said, "Mom, try to sway your arms as you walk. It will give you a little more balance." I did as I was told, and I was able to walk with a degree of poise. "You are so graceful dear," my mother unexpectedly exclaimed. "Thanks again Mike." "Your welcome Mom," she responded snidely as she handed me her brief case and pocketbook. "I have one more piece of advice dear." "What?" I said with a hint of trepidation. "When you walk up the stairs plant both your sole and heel on each step simultaneously. You only need to plant the sole of the shoe when you go down stairs." "Thanks," I responded. I started for the door and went to my mother's car. I shifted the car into reverse and pulled out the driveway. I drove to the office, and I had some trouble driving in heels. I kept pressing down with the soles of my shoes, because I was afraid that my heel would snap. I came upon the office and parked in the spot designated for my mother. I always wondered why she never tried to divide the property. She still owned a large parking lot, which rested next to her office building. That parcel of land is worth millions. However, as I sauntered towards the office building, I realized that it helped to minimize her walking. I stared up at her office building and the two buildings next to it. My father once told me that his father owned all three buildings at one time. My father sold the other two, and he started his company in the small office building that my mother now ran. I walked towards the front door, and a security guard opened it for me. "Hello Mrs. Sheer," he said. "Hi," I responded as I walked towards the elevator. I took the elevator to the second story and walked through the general office area. I walked into my mother's office and placed her purse and briefcase down. I sat down and started to dig through the contents of her briefcase. I heard my mothers employees start to enter the office as I began to review some spreadsheets. A young woman looked into my office and said, "Hi Mrs. Sheer." I stared at her and said, "Hi." The rest of the company's workers soon started to make their way into the office. They sat at their desks and did their work. I did the same. After an hour had past, I closed the door to my office. I pulled my heels off my feet, and I continued to look over the various reports that had been given to me by my secretary. I kept running over the numbers, and the hours slowly passed. My monotonous activities were then disrupted by lunch time. Some of the workers stayed in the office, but I placed on my heels and walked outside. I walked down to the neighborhood deli, and my thighs started to burn with pain. I ordered a hero and started back towards my office. I walked down the crowded sidewalk, and my eyes were quickly drawn to a nearby liquor store. I had never been able to buy alcohol before, and the temptation was too much to suppress. I walked into the store and stared at the various bottles of liquor that were sitting on the many shelves that ran along the walls. I stared at the vodka selection, and I picked up a bottle of Sky vodka. I then turned and walked through the store, and I perused the rest of their goods. I looked around and picked up a bottle of Kahlua. I paid for the bottles and walked back to my office. I walked into my office and locked the door. I took a couple of bites of my sandwich before I broke out the bottle of vodka. I took a couple of swigs of it, and I started to feel woozy. I had trouble keeping my pounding head up. I tried to hide the alcohol, because I forgot that I was the boss. I fiddled with the top of the bottle until I got it closed. Then I heard a knock on my office door, and I replied, "Who is it?" "It's me Doug," I heard a man reply. "Just a minute," I replied as I stuffed the alcohol bottles into one of the desk's draws. I walked towards the door and crumbled to the floor as I turned my ankle. I limped to the door and opened it. Doug walked in and looked me over with a frightened expression on his face. "Here you go Mrs. Sheer. Here's the report that you requested." "What's it about?" "The report is on my department's expenditures." "What department?" "The marketing department." "Oh, right, of course. Now I remember Don." "It's Doug," he replied apprehensively. "What was that?" I asked, because I wanted to see him squirm. "Nothing," he answered fearfully. I stared at Doug's cute face, and I seemed to be drawn to him. The alcohol had suppressed my inhibitions, and it irreversibly woke up something in my mind. I knew it was there, but I always fought it. I placed the report on my desk, and I twirled my hair with my finger. He looked at me with a confused expression. I started to saunter towards him, and I asked, "Are you looking for a good time?" Doug bolted for the door. I tried to catch him, but caught my heels on the carpet instead. I tumbled to floor as he fled off into the office. I quickly got to my feet, and I slammed my office door. I slid down the door and started to cry. I had uncovered an inconvenient truth. I rubbed my eyes a bit and wiped my nose. I collected myself, and then I took off my shoes and massaged my aching feet. I went back to work, and no one disturbed me. I started to come out of my alcohol induced stupor, and I reviewed the report that Doug had handed me. I walked over to Doug as the workday ended, and I said, "Doug, I'm sorry for the way I acted. Please accept my apologies." "I do. Can I go now?" Doug asked with a tremble. "Of course," I replied and walked back towards my office. I threw the two bottles of alcohol into my purse, and I lifted up my briefcase. I left the building and headed for my car. I drove home and entered my house with a calm expression on my face. I took off my shoes as I took a deep breath. I walked over to the stairs and shouted, "Mo...Mike are you here?" "Yes," she responded. "What's for dinner?" I asked. "I'm not cooking, so I should be asking you that," she answered. "But you promised to cook." "You should have made me pinky swear." I shook my head, and I started up the barbecue. I threw two steaks on the grill and cooked them. We ate dinner, and she helped me clean up the tableware. I started to walk towards the living room, and she said, "I saw Traci today." "Really," I responded. "Yup, and she's such a fun and sweet girl." "Yes she is. Wait, what do you mean by fun?" "Oh, she's into a lot of things. We made out on the couch before you got home. It was so weird. She also told me that she loved my demeanor." "What about it?" "This is pretty funny. Well, it is to me. It will probably be mortifying to you. She said that she loved your effeminate charm." "What?" "I played along with it. She really likes to dominate. However, she's not a dominatrix." "Huh?" I responded. I desperately desired to swap back at that moment. I wanted to break it off with Traci before I hurt her. My mother looked at me curiously and asked, "What's the matter?" "We have to switch back, or you'll have to break up with her. She'll get hurt if she stays with me. Either I'll do it, or you will." "There's that girlish mindset. She loves that." "Come on. You have to switch us back." "No, and if you keep asking me, I'm going to keep your body for a month. Do you understand me Mother?" "Yes, Mike," I responded and headed towards the living room. I heard her walk up the stairs, and I went to bed a little later. The next day went like the day before, but I decided that I wanted to check in on my mother. She would occasionally call me in the middle of the day for no reason. Those calls often angered me, so I figured that I would give her taste of her own medicine. I picked up the phone and dialed the number. It rang once, but there was no answer. It rang twice, and she still didn't answer. It rang again, and again, and the phone was not answered. I began to worry, ?Did she go out in my body again?' The phone was answered on the sixth ring. "Hello." "Hello Mike." "Oh, hi Mom," my mother responded with a degree of unease. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Tell me what's wrong." "Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine." "Then why do you sound so worried?" "No reason." "Who is that? Come back here baby. I want another go around," I faintly heard a woman say as my mother defended herself. "Is that Traci?" I shouted "I have got to go." "Mom, don't you dare!" I screamed at the dead sound on the other end. "Damn it!" I exclaimed as I slammed the phone down onto the ringer. "How could she do that to me? I'll get her back," I said to myself while I simmered in my mother's chair. I wondered, ?How I could get that bitch back for what she had done.' I contemplated yelling at her or hitting her, but I knew that it would be pointless. She would stay in charge, as long as she possessed the coin. I had to get that coin, but I needed a plan. I didn't know how to get it, but I decided that I was going to play it cool when I got home. I would not yell at her. I needed her to feel at ease. If I tried to intimidate her, she would probably spite me with the coin. I left the office, and I drove home and cooked her dinner. I finished cooking, and I called her in to the kitchen. She came into the kitchen and looked at me with an apprehensive expression. She sat down and started to eat, and I asked, "What did you do today?" "I...um...I studied with Traci." "Nice try, but schools over. What did you really do?" "That's what we really did?" "I have lied to you so many times before. Do you really think I'll buy that?" "Okay, we made out." "And?" "And what?" "What else did you do?" "What do you mean?" "Did you have sex with her?" My mothers face turned red from embarrassment, and she nodded her head. "How was it?" I asked. "What?" "How was it? Did you find it enjoyable?" "Yes." "Tell me about it." "It was different. I had never been the first one to reach it." "That's not a surprise." "I know. I also really liked the way it felt. It takes a bit of effort, but I enjoyed the feeling of it building before it came." "Oh, that's good." "You know, you're being a lot cooler about this than I expected." "I was upset at first, but I guess you were just curious. I can't blame you for that." "Thanks. This was a good meal." "Thanks," I replied. We finished our dinner, and she went upstairs, and I went into the living room. The next two days passed. She never left the house, and I never got a chance to look through my old room. Saturday afternoon came, and my mother walked into the kitchen and said, "I'm going out." "Okay dear," I replied. My mother then turned and left the house. I stayed seated for a couple of minutes, and then I sprung up and ran towards the door. My feet thumped on the wood floor like they did when I was a young boy. I ran to the front door and closed it. I scurried up the steps and ran into my old bedroom. I looked under my bed and then checked under my mattress. I opened up my closet and patted down my clothing. I dropped to my hands and knees, and I ran my hand across the floor hoping to find it. I stood up and walked to my dresser. I pulled out my underwear draw, but it wasn't there. I looked in the draw where I kept my shorts, and I ran my hand along the edge of the draw. My finger ran along a crack, and there it was. I threw the draw closed and examined the coin. I wondered if I could change my own appearance with it. I stared down at my breast and visualized a smaller pair. My C-cup breasts decreased to A-cups. I laughed as I noticed that my bra and blouse had shrunk to fit my breasts. I imagined that they were larger, and they changed again. I strolled into the master bedroom and started to go through her documents. I was searching for anything incriminating. If there was dirt there, I was going to dig it up. I made my way through her various receipts and documents in her file cabinet, and I came across something better. I looked at a receipt that was attached to a brochure for a summer camp. The bitch had planned to send me to a summer camp! She didn't tell me before hand. She was just going to surprise me and send me away from my two friends for a month. I was livid, and I knew how I was going to get her back. I would keep her body, and she would go in my place. I would swap back with her when she returned from camp. However, I would keep the coin. I put the brochure away and headed down the stairs. I watched TV for a couple of hours, and then I heard a knock at the door. "Hi Mrs. Sheer. Is Mike home?" my friend Wes asked. "Yes he is," I replied as I let him in. Wes walked in, and I shut the door behind him. He looked to me and asked, "Where is he?" "I'm right here." Wes looked confused, and he said, "I don't understand." "I'm Mike." "Stay away from me lady. I know karate!" "I know for a fact that you don't. You just say that you do and try to imitate Ryu from Street Fighter." "How did you...I do to." "You don't believe me. How about this," I replied as I imagined myself as a young woman. I had shoulder length auburn hair, brown eyes, double-D breasts, and wore a skirt that barley covered my crotch. "How about what? You didn't do anything. Let me out of here!" "No," I replied as I stared at his body. Suddenly, he stood there in the body of a three year old girl. He looked up and trembled, and he spoke in a little voice, "Please, don't hurt me." "Listen, Wes, I'm Mike. I found this coin, and my mother and I swapped bodies. Now, do you understand?" I asked as I held the coin in front of his adorable little face. Wes nodded. "Wes, haven't you noticed that I've been acting weird lately," I asked. I transformed my body into my mothers once more, and I looked down at Wes. He was silent and appeared to be deep in thought. "Come to think of it, you didn't remember what we used to do together. You were also ignoring me. How long ago did you switch bodies?" Wes finally replied. "We swapped less than a week ago." "That's when you started to ignore me." "It wasn't me Wes. It was my mother." "Then how can we get her back?" Wes asked as he pushed a strand of his golden hair off of one of his chubby cheeks. "She signed me up for a month long summer camp, and I'm going to make her go in my place." "You're not thinking big enough," Wes declared. "What would you do Wes?" "I don't know, but we'll have a month to plan it." "I like your style. Now, Wes, what would you like?" "I'd like to get out of this stupid dress," he said as he grabbed at his yellow sun dress. "No problem. I wonder," I said slowly and glanced at his concerned expression. Wes quickly stared down at the kinky, pink and white, candy striped nurse's uniform that rested on his 17 year old female body. His eyes ran down the pink stockings that rode up his legs, and they froze as they fixated on his feet, which I had plunged into high heeled baby pink pumps. "Very funny, Mike." "Hey, just trying to have fun dear," I responded. He smiled at the statement and began to sway his hips. "You look sexy," I replied. "Thank you," He said demurely. "Don't do that. You're turning me on you creep." "Sorry," he said with a pout. "Stop it. Damn it," I demanded. "Do I have to?" He asked as he dropped his head. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were attracted to me," I remarked. Wes's head dropped, and he stared at the floor. "What, do you want to be a woman?" I asked hurriedly. "No," he said. "Then what's with you?" "I always kind of had this thing for you." "Are you gay?" I asked disbelievingly. "Somewhat." "Oh, you're bisexual." "Now you got it. It took you long enough. We've been friends since we were six. I always thought that you knew. Come on, it has been eleven years. How could you not know?" "How could I have?" "Well, for instance, didn't you see me making out with that guy in the park?" "Yes, but I thought that you were giving him mouth to mouth." "It was. In a manner of speaking," Wes replied with a smile. "Oh." "If you want to be your mother, then let me be your boyfriend." "What?" "Make me into the man of your dreams." "I don't have one. I don't like guys." He stared at me with a disbelieving expression. "I don't," I responded meekly. "Maybe I could change your mind." "I'm not comfortable with this." "Look, you're my best friend. We're perfect for each other. Just give me the chance to prove it." "I don't want to." "Please. What do you have to lose?" "Our friendship!" "Why is that in danger? If you reject me, I'll move on. I won't hold it against you. However, if you don't give me the shot, I might resent you a little." "Fine, I'll let you have your chance," I replied. I looked him over and visualized a man in his mid 30's with a muscular physique. Wes looked down at me and ran his hand along my sides. I felt a little tingle in my body, and then he put his hands on my hips. His mouth drew near and mine opened. I don't know why I kissed him, but it felt right. His hands clutched at my ass. He stroked my arm, and his lips pushed into my neck. His started rubbed my left tit. He felt my hard nipple, and he looked at me and said, "Can I at least have the next two days?" "You don't need them," I replied as I stared into his eyes. Our moment was shattered when my mother came through the front door. Wes's hand continued to rub my ass, but his other hand pulled away from my breasts. My mother looked startled as she glanced at us. "Hi Mom, Hi Wes," she said as she walked towards the fridge. "I've to go to the bathroom," Wes announced. Wes turned and walked away from us. "What is this?" My mother asked. "What?" "I made the moves on your girlfriend, so you had to do the same with my boyfriend." I smiled, because she thought that Wes was her boyfriend. The coin altered her memories, but didn't modify mine. "Well, it will all be over in two days," I responded. "All right," she said as she walked away. Wes walked over to me and said, "I just checked my license. It gave me this address. I'm going to come back here tomorrow night, but I've got to check out my new life." "Okay, bye Wes," I said. Wes bent down and kissed me. He smiled and walked out of the house. I went into the kitchen to cook, and I heard a thunderous sound moving down the stairs. "You searched my room without permission!" "Oh, I did," I responded with a smirk. "Give it back this instant, mister, or I will hit you." "I don't think so Mike. Sons don't hit their mothers." "I'll teach you," my mother said, but I had a trump card. I stared down at the infant on the ground, and I picked up the crying baby girl. I carried her into the closet and pulled out a length of rope. I tied it around her neck and took her outside. She cried louder, and I tied her to one of the metal poles that connected our clothesline. Then I stared down at her, and she began to bark ferociously as I moved towards the back door. "Now, now, Mom, bad poodles don't get dinner. It's only temporary. I'm going to turn you back into a boy in three days, and then you can spend a month at summer camp." I turned away and walked inside. She persisted to bark, so I closed the back door. I spent the rest of the night relaxing. I went out and picked up dinner at Boston Market, fed my mother, and then I went to bed. The next workday was uneventful, and Wes came over after I got home. He walked in the door with a bucket of fried chicken in his hand. He looked at me and said, "I brought dinner." I just nodded, and then we ate. We walked into the living room after dinner, and I put my head on his shoulder. Wes placed his strong arm around my shoulder, and his hand crept down and started to lightly brush my arm. My head lifted off of his shoulders, and I pushed myself up and kissed his cheek. He turned and grabbed the back of my hair. He pulled me in closer. He kissed me and ran his left hand down my back. He fell onto the seat of the couch, and I promptly climbed on top of him. I straddled his stomach, and I leaned into his face. My lips barely left his as he rubbed my ass. I pulled off my blouse, and his left hand began to run across my tits. He smirked and bent forward. He sat up and ran his hands across my bra. His fingers fiddled with the hooks as he tried to unfasten it. "Having trouble baby?" I asked. "No," Wes replied as he ripped off my bra and exposed my tits. He stood up and lifted me off the couch. He took me in his strong arms and scampered up the stairs. His fingers tapped on my tits and ass. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He pulled off his pants, and he pushed up my skirt. He tore at my pantyhose and yanked them down my legs. The feeling of silk was replaced with the feeling of Wes's muscular legs on top of mine. Wes began to run his hands up my sides as I bit into his neck. He cringed, and I placed my hand on his face. He slid down my body and started to kiss my tits. He ran his tongue across my nipples, and his hands danced on my back. We began to rub up against each other, and his hard dick rested on my stomach. He made his way down my body. His firm dick rested on my thigh, and his hands grouped my ass. His hands left my body and clutched the bed sheets. He pushed his dick right up to the lips of my pussy. He did it again. He thrust in and I felt the surge. He shoved it in harder and faster. The sweat began to run into my arched eyebrows, and he grinned menacingly over me. I felt helpless as he rammed into me, and I loved it. I ran my hands up around his damp neck, and my hands grabbed at his wet hair. He cringed as his dick kept slamming into my pussy. His motions grew slower, and I felt something building inside of me. His dick continued to ram into me, and his body collapsed onto mine. His face barreled into my breasts. He lifted his face up and climbed off of me. I panted, and he looked at me breathlessly. He rolled over and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I grabbed onto his arm as I drifted to sleep. The next two days past, and I decided to bring my mother to camp. I walked into the backyard, and Wes untied her. She was very cooperative. I looked her over, and she suddenly stood there in my old body. She began to tear up and asked, "How could you do that to me?" "Mike, if you're going to cry, I will turn you back into a dog. Go upstairs and pack your bags now. We're leaving for summer camp soon." My Mom went to speak, but I shouted, "Do you really want to tempt me?" She bit her tongue and followed me into the house. She walked up the stairs and started to pack her things. I started to walk towards the kitchen, and Wes turned to me and asked, "Did you turn her into a dog? Why can't I remember that?" "You weren't a party to the transformation, so you can't realize that reality was changed." "That thing is dangerous." "I know. We have to get going Wes. Oh, crap." "What?" "Do you think that she's still going to camp? "Why wouldn't she be? "I turned her into a dog. That changed reality. I wonder if it erased the camp bill. What do you think?" "I don't know." I ran up the stairs and drew open the file cabinet and I found the receipt to the camp. Relieved, I called into my mother's new room, "Hurry up dear. You don't want to be late." I hurried down the stairs and asked Wes, "Would you mind driving us to the camp? It's about three hours north of here." "I'd be delighted," Wes responded. My mother came down the stairs and placed her suitcase in the trunk. Wes walked out of the house, and I locked the door. Wes started up the car, and I sat in the passenger side seat. My mother climbed into the backseat with her head held low. The ride was quiet until the last hour. As we neared the camp, she suddenly exclaimed, "Why are you doing this to me?" "You hooked up with my girlfriend. I can't believe that you did that!" "Come again," Wes asked. "Wes, do you remember Traci? I dated her for about a year." "Right, that was you. I'm sorry." "Come on, the punishment does not meet the crime," my mother interjected. "Listen, dear, you're going to summer camp and that's final," I shouted. My mother fell silent. As the sign for the camp came into view, she stared at me and started to plead, "Please, don't do this?" "Hey, don't complain. You signed up for this. I guess that you wanted to get away from me for a month. Well, you got what you wanted." "I didn't want this." "Have fun dear," I replied as Wes stopped the car in front of the gate. "Please, don't make me do this." "Goodbye sweetie," I remarked as Wes popped the trunk. "Please, please," she pleaded as two counselors approached the car. "If you don't get out and go into that camp, I will do something truly horrible to you. Stop being a baby about this. You're sixteen." I could see the rage in her eyes as she got out and grabbed her bag. I watched her walk into the camp, and Wes started the car up. We drove off and headed back home. Wes took me out for an early dinner when we reached our home town. He tried to play it cool, but I knew what his intentions were. He shot fleeting glances at me throughout the meal, and he tried to let his arm linger around my shoulder. I responded by looking away and leering at other men. We got home, and he followed me through every room of my house. I decided I really wanted to gain some leverage, so I started to sway my ass around in my tight fitting jeans. I walked into the living room, and I stripped down to my underwear and flipped on the television. Wes followed me in and sat next to me. He ran his hand down my exposed left thigh. I kept shifting to make sure that he didn't get too comfortable. I got tired of watching the television, and I stood up and walked up stairs. I showered and went into my bedroom. I closed my bedroom door, and I heard him stir. He seemed to be running around the downstairs. I walked into my closet and pulled out a white cotton T-shirt and a pair of orange drawstring capri pants. I changed into my sleepwear and slipped into bed. Wes came into the room less than two minutes later. He climbed into bed and began to rub his hands along arms. I failed to reply to his advances, and Wes abruptly stopped rubbing my arms. "Do you want to do something?" Wes asked in a failed attempt to be coy. "Yes." "What?" He asked eagerly. "I have to cut my toenails. Thank you for reminding me," I said as I kissed his shocked face. His head shook, and he shouted, "Don't open that draw!" "What?" I remarked as it drew it open and picked up a misplaced magazine. "Playboys! You brought your Playboys into my house," I shouted with feigned disapproval. "They're not mine." "Really, then whose are they?" I asked. I dropped the Playboys into the draw and shut it and waited for his response. "They're, they're...um...uh...your mothers," he responded with a faint smile. "Was that the best you could do?" "Yes," he replied as he cast down his head. "Well, I won't have to worry about you lying to me," I remarked. We both slipped under the covers, and he rolled over and asked, "Are we cool?" "Yes," I replied. Wes started to kiss me, and I squirmed away from him. "What?" he asked. "Go to bed. I'm not in the mood." "Come on." "No." "Please." "No, damn it." "I'm sorry," he replied. I rolled over and kissed him, and I went to sleep. The next morning Wes lumbered out of bed and walked to the bathroom for his morning shower. I woke up as his feet hit the ground. I didn't feel like going back to sleep, so I pushed myself up and got out of bed. I threw on a robe and sauntered into the kitchen. I pulled out a pan, and I decided that I would make him French toast for breakfast. I started to prepare the food, and Wes walked down the stairs as the bread started to cook. Wes sniffed the air as he walked into the kitchen, and he smiled at my initiative. I placed four slices on his plate, and then put two on mine. He thanked me, and I smiled at him. It made me feel good. I don't know why, but I liked my new role. We ate breakfast. Little was said between us, except for when Wes said, "You look very pretty." I blushed a little, and I stared at Wes adoringly. Wes turned away from me as we finished eating, and he started to read the paper. I got up, and almost instinctively grabbed the plates and silverware and ran soap and hot water across them. As I finished placing the plates and silverware on the drying rack, Wes walked up to me and put his arms around my waist and began to rub my hips and stomach. I turned around and kissed him, and I finished cleaning up. We hung around the house and had a wonderful lazy Sunday. We did nothing. We just sat there. We ate lunch, and then we went back to lounging. Wes got up around dinner time and put four burgers on the grill. We finished eating, and I cleaned up the plates. We walked into the living room, and we sat down and watched TV. I rested my head on his chest as we sat on the couch. We sat there for a good three hours, but I stirred as the clock neared ten. I had to go to bed, because I knew he had to work in the morning. I walked towards his bedroom, and I put on my pistachio lace trimmed satin chemise. Wes followed me in and stripped down to his underwear. I knew he wanted to go again, but he wasn't getting any. He started to massage my back. His hands started to rub my arms. He was clearly trying to turn me on. It worked, but I still decided to hold out. Finally, he asked, "What's wrong?" "There's nothing wrong." "Nothings wrong! If everything is all right, then why won't you respond to my moves?" "I'm not that type of girl," I said with a smile. "But we already did it," he stated incredulously. "You get one free taste. If you want more, then you better buy me a ring." "Are you serious?" "Yes!" I responded to Wes's disbelieving face. "Come on dear." "I know that you've gone a long time without sex before. You can do it again." "What? No!" He desperately exclaimed in a higher pitched voice than he usually used. "Here, go to the bathroom. Miss December misses you," I said as I pulled a Playboy magazine out of the night table. He stared at me with a peeved look. He was kind of cute when he was angry. He gave up and took that magazine from my hand and went to the bathroom. I just smiled as sleep came over me, and I drifted out till the next morning. Wes and I fell into a routine over the next couple of weeks. We went to bars and clubs together. He took me out to dinner some nights, while I made dinner for him on others. I began to enjoy my job, and I even suffered my first period without incident. I began to realize that I couldn't return to my old life. Not with these memories. I just couldn't give up this kind of freedom. My new life went well, and my life was never more enjoyable. The day before my mother was scheduled to come home, Wes called and told me that he was going to get me in the mood that night. However, Wes called that night and told me that he was going to be late. I was disappointed. However, I shrugged it off and decided to clean the house to pass the time. I cleaned the toilet, the oven, and I also cleaned the windows, which were simply filthy. I kind of kept putting them off. I really do hate doing windows. Wes strolled in as I finished cleaning, and he looked at the immaculate home, and I could see that he was impressed. I was ready to kiss him when he dropped to his knee and asked me those four words that most girls want to hear. "Will you marry me?" "Yes!" I said through a barrage of tears. He placed the ring on my finger and I helped him up. I kissed and hugged him. I pulled him into the living room and sat him on the couch. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and shoved him down as he grabbed at my ass. His hands ran along my back, and he started to tug at my blouse. I pulled it off, and he flung his shirt onto the ground. I got off of him and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. I slipped out my jeans and threw them across the room. I leapt upon him, and he cringed in pain. His hand reached up and began to stroke my tits. I pulled my panties down my legs and yanked his dick out of his boxers. I reached for him and placed his cock in my pussy. It was my least favorite position, but I knew he loved it, and I wanted to please him. I stared into his eyes and began to slide down his shaft. His hands stoked my ass while I rode up and down his dick. He pushed up at me aggressively, and I started to move quicker. I started to sweat, and I called out, "Did you come already?" "No!" I looked at his face as it started to contort. His face relaxed and was overcome by a sedate expression, and I pulled off of him. I crept off of his body and did something that I never thought I'd do. I climbed off of the couch and dropped to my knees. He positioned himself in front of me, and he stared down at me with an approving smile. I hesitated as I stared at his dick. I reached for him and slid his hard cock into my mouth. I grabbed his balls with my left hand, and I licked my lips and gazed up at Wes. I stuck my tongue out and took a few hot breaths in front of it. I started to lick the bottom of his dick, and my tongue slid up the shaft. I massaged his balls as I licked the rest of his cock. I ran my tongue up to the tip of his dick and licked around the glistening hole. I squeezed him, and I licked up the clear liquid. He stared down at me breathlessly. I pulled away and pushed my mouth around his dick. I let it linger around his shaft, and my tongue pressed up as Wes grabbed at my hair and drew my face in closer. I tilted my head and let the cock slide down into my throat. I tasted it, and I started to slide my mouth up and down his dick. I sucked on his dick and made my way up his shaft, and I sucked it all the way back down to the tip. I kept my mouth on his tip and sucked hard on it. I slid my mouth up the shaft and felt some tension. I pulled back, and he shot off into my mouth. I swallowed his cum and looked up at him. Wes looked down at me appreciatively as he helped me up. He pulled up his pants and kissed me. I jumped into his arms and he carried me up stairs. The next day came, and Wes and I went to pick my mother up at the camp. We walked into the camp and signed a form. The counselors made an announcement, and she walked out of her quarters. We walked back to the car, and she walked over to us. She threw her suitcase into the trunk and climbed into the backseat, and Wes started to pull out of the camp. I stared at the sulking teenager, who was once my mother, and said, "Hi sweetie. How was camp?" "You bastard! How could you leave me there?" "How could you make plans to send me there without asking me?" I asked defensively. "I can do that, because I'm your Mother!" "Not according to the law or genetics." "Give me back my body! This has gone on long enough. You've taken this too far." "I don't think so son." She put her head down, and she was simmering. I looked over my shoulder and saw her teeth bite into her lip. She didn't say another word throughout the entire trip. We all went inside, and she went upstairs and unpacked her things. I waited for her to come down stairs, and I called to her, "Mike, can you come into the kitchen for a minute." She snarled as she walked into the kitchen. She glared at me and Wes, and I said, "Mike, there are going to be some new rules around here." Her nostrils flared, and she asked "What?" "I'm setting some ground rules." "I'm the mother. I set the rules," she responded. "Rule number one: I'm now your mother, and I make the rules." She shot up out of her chair and punched me in the head. I felt a stinging pain in my face. Wes tackled her, and she squirmed beneath his body. I ran to the phone and called the cops. I reported a case of domestic abuse, and the cops were sent over. My mother screamed, "Let me up you bastards." Her squeals didn't sway me or Wes. The cops knocked on the door, and I let them in. The cops stood my mother up, and I told them what happened. Wes backed up my story when the cops questioned him. My mother stood there in shock. She couldn't even defend herself. The whole situation seemed to throw her off balance. The cops asked if I would like to press charges. I acted like I was reluctant, but I readily agreed to. One of the police officers slapped the cuffs on my mother's wrists. She looked back at me, and a nervous sweat appeared on her forehead. She tried to speak, but her lips barely moved. She couldn't mouth the words that she wanted to say to me. Tears welled in her as she was led out of the house. The cops placed her in the squad car, and they drove off. My mother was placed in foster care, and then she was tried and sentenced. She's serving five months now, but the state is trying to get her committed to an asylum. She kept claiming to be my mother, so they think that she's crazy. I was a little concerned at first, but I decided to let it go. Wes and I have made the most of our time together. Wes moved in, and he made some suggestions. Wes wanted to be more muscular, and I appeased him. I've already made myself three years younger, and I have eliminated the imperfections in my face. Wes has been pretty happy about the whole thing, and we're getting married in a month. My mother has since begun to accept her lot in life. She treats me differently when I visit her now. She's afraid of me, and she treats me with more respect, because she knows what I'm capable of. However, I'm not going to do anything to her. I'm going to get rid of that coin. I always buy lunch in the city, so I'll probably hand it over to some cashier there. I doubt that she will ever find that coin again. There's a certain risk involved here. If she ever gets out, she might try to kill me, but the cops have her name and DNA on file now. If I'm killed, they'll look at her record, and she'll do the time. She doesn't want to spend her life in jail. She's not stupid. She could hire someone else to do it. However, I'm comfortable with the way things are. I know that she can hide her role, but she can't hide her record. She'll be the primary suspect. Wes came to work for me recently, and I'm going to let him take over the company after we get married. I don't really have the power trip that my mother had, and he's a smarter businessman than I am. I like his assertiveness, and I don't mind being phased out of the work force. My mother did not want to be a housewife, but I don't mind being a stay at home mom.