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Doll Case ~ By T 'n A (Toby and Allie) Part 1 I walked into the old shop on the side street as my last hope. I had been everywhere looking for a birthday present for Dee. I wanted it to be perfect. No, I shouldn't say that. I needed it to be perfect. She didn't even know that I existed, and this would be my chance to show her how much I thought about her. If I could find the perfect present for her, then she would see how much I cared. I had tried all the regular retail stores. I had been to Mall-mart, I had been to Super-Shop, I had been to Targ-hut. I had tried a few of the specialty shops in the local mall, but none of them had anything near special enough. I don't know how I found this rickety old shop. I had turned sixteen just a few months ago, and was driving around in my beater car when I had seen the sign in the window of this place, so I had found a parking spot and headed over. I looked around and saw weirdly shaped pieces of wood, old jars filled with things that I couldn't even identify, and shelves full of weird objects. I started to wander around the shop, looking for something that caught my eye. I had zigged through almost the entire store (which didn't take much as the store only had three aisles) when I found what looked to be an antique doll set. For some reason I just couldn't walk away from it. I went over and looked at the old case. It was bound in thick dark leather, and had amazing detail in the gold metal corners, hinges, and clasps. In large gold flake leather it said on the cover, "All the Dolls Around." When I touched the box, it was strangely warm. My eyebrows furled as I pulled it out to the edge of the shelf and tried to figure out how to work the clasp. Try as I might, it wouldn't budge. Suddenly when my hands went to the corners of the case, the latch popped open. Slowly I lifted the top up and back, and looked into the box. Inside I saw twelve of the most realistic dolls I had ever seen. There was only one problem. They were all modern dolls. Well, except for one that looked quite old. And by looked old, I mean it looked old. The doll even had wrinkles. I was amazed. There was one doll in a business suit with a small cell phone, and even make up on. There was another doll that looked like a small girl with a little pink shirt and bare feet. There was even one that looked like a check out girl from the grocery store across the street, which was complete with a small red frock, name tag, and little paper hat with the company logo on it. I didn't know for sure if Dee was into dolls or not, but anyone would have to see the detail put into these figurines and think to themselves, "Wow." I looked around the box, but didn't see a price tag on it anywhere. That didn't really surprise me in a mom and pop store like this though. I put the cover back down and picked up the large leather case and brought it up to the counter that I had passed on my way in. I set the case down on the counter and looked around for someone. I hadn't seen anyone else in my entire time in the store. I was about to call out for help when an old man shuffled in from the back room. "Keep your shorts on Sonny; I'm not as fast as I use to be," he said to me in a frail old voice. "I didn't say anything," I replied to him. "Nope, but you were thinking it," he said back with a hint of a smile. I couldn't tell if he was trying to tease me or not, so I just mumbled an apology back to him. "What can I help you with?" he asked as he pulled some glasses out of a shirt pocket. "How much is this doll set?" I asked, then added, "I couldn't find the price tag anywhere. He looked at the case for a moment, then opened his mouth wide and yelled, "Hey Ethel! Ethel someone is here for the doll case! Can you believe it?" "What?" shouted a frail woman's voice from the back room. "The doll case, woman! Someone's here for the doll case!" he repeated, again yelling. Suddenly an old woman teetered out of the back doorway. She couldn't have been an inch over four and a half feet tall with the way she was hunched over. She had dull grey hair, and her skin was wrinkled. In fact I was almost certain I had seen her before. "What are you yelling about now, Bernard?" She asked again. "This young man wants the doll case," the old man said and pointed to me. "Uh huh. Well, that's peculiar, isn't it? We normally sell those to girls looking for a change." She said as she turned towards me and tilted her head so she could see me through her thick framed glasses. "Oh, it's not for me. It's for a friend of mine," I replied, slightly embarrassed by all the attention the store owners where showing me. "Uh huh. Well, that's nice deary. Did you see anything else you liked?" the old woman asked. "No, not really, just this. I was hoping you could tell me the price?" I asked her. "Well, then. It's not for her. It's for you, you'll see. A person only finds something for themselves in this store." She replied to me as she also started looking at the doll case. "No, really. I don't play with dolls. I just think my friend would really like this for her birthday. The dolls are so detailed," I told them. "The case already opened for you? This one really must be for you," the old man said as he nodded at me. "No, really," I said as I started to get annoyed at the old couple, "It's not for me. It's a gift. I want to give it to this girl I know and..." "Sonny, you don't understand how this works. The case opened for you. It's your case. Your friend will just have to get a different present. Have you tried Mall-mart?" the old man interrupted me. "You know what, I'll play along. Whatever. You are right. I'm getting the dolls for me. How much do I owe you?" I asked as I reached back for my wallet. "Didn't you read the sign?" the old man asked and pointed to his right, where a sign was hanging that I could have sworn was not there a moment ago. It read: ALL PURCHASES COST EXACTLY WHAT IS IN YOUR LEFT POCKET. EXCEPT FOR YOUR CAR KEYS. I blinked a few times as I read it, and thought to myself how silly that was, and no wonder the shop didn't make enough money to get off the side street. I then also let out a sigh of relief that I wouldn't have to give up my car keys, as I always carried them in my left pocket along with some loose change. My car wasn't much, but I had worked for the past six months at the burger barn to afford it. I reached in and pulled out the contents of my pocket. I set my keys off to the side and dropped two quarters, a dime, a nickel and three pennies on the counter top. I looked up at the old man and woman and asked, "You're serious? You only want sixty eight cents for such an amazing doll set?" The old man looked at the hunched over old woman, who looked at me and said, "He's cheating us! He's got more in his pocket then just this." The old man held out his hand, and motioned for me to give him more. I looked at him with surprise and said, "Honest, that's all I have in that pocket. I can give you more money from my wallet if you want..." I then dug into my left pocket and pulled it out, and a small scrap of paper and some lint hung there. "Ah ha! I told you!" the old woman cheered triumphantly. "This? This is what you were talking about?" I asked surprised as I picked the lint and scrap paper from my pocket and set it down on the counter. The old man picked up the lint with both hands like he was carrying some sort of precious gem while the old woman collected the loose change and the piece of paper with a smile. "What a haul. Silly boy..." the man said in a quiet tone. I decided at this time I was getting the better end of the deal, and figured the old couple must be crazy, and I should just take my doll case and head out without waiting for a receipt. I scooped the case up under one arm and headed for the door. "Thank you deary! Don't forget to read the instructions on the inside lid of the case before you use the dolls! If you have any questions, feel free to stop in again!" the old woman called out to me as I walked through the door and headed back towards my car. * * * * * * * As the boy left the store what he didn't see was the two old people turn to each other and smile. "We don't get many in here anymore, now do we?" Ethel asked Bernard. "Nope." He replied simply, then took the piece of lint and pulled it until it separated into two pieces, and asked, "You first?" Ethel smiled and replied, "Thank you Bernard." Bernard closed his eyes and slowly chanted odd words as he rubbed his fingers together. Instead of lint falling, it was a golden powdery substance that drifted downwards and settled on Ethel's dull grey hair. Suddenly vibrant color began to flow back into her hair and her skin pulled tight and regained the sheen it had lost since its youth. She stopped hunching over, and straightened, looking every bit like a mischievous eighteen year old girl, ready to get into trouble with her lover. "Ah, that's much better," she said, now in a sing song voice that matched her new form. Bernard repeated the incantation as he again rubbed his fingers together and the same golden dust fell on his head as well, restoring his hair, his posture, his muscles, and of course, his youth. The young man then winked at the young woman standing in front of him and grinned as he spoke in a youthful tone, "Best I've felt in years." "We'll see," Ethel replied, held up the small scrap of paper and this time she began mumbling words. The paper disappeared in a flash of light as she opened her hand, and suddenly her dreary old clothes disappeared and were replaced with the most delicate and tiny pieces of white lingerie, which barely covered anything. She let out a giggle as she leaned forward and kissed Bernard on the lips quickly, and then turned and darted off through the door to the back of the small shop. Bernard's lips grew into a large smile, his perfect rows of pearly teeth shown as he thought about the fun that he would have later on that night. He then turned, and walked quickly and with purpose to the door of the small shop, turning the lock, and flipping the open sign over. The store was now closed. * * * * * * * I got into my beater car and set the doll case down on the passenger seat. I opened the top again and looked in while shaking my head at the odd old couple I had bought the toy set from. I squinted as I looked at the set of dolls. Something was different. I looked through the set again, and realized the old doll with the wrinkled face was gone. Come to think of it, that doll had looked a lot like the old woman in the store. It was gone, replaced with a doll that had bright flowing red hair and some sort of lingerie on. I shook my head at how odd the whole situation was, and then realized I was going to be late for my shift at the burger barn. I closed the cover and started my beater car and drove off. * * * * * * * I walked into my house. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was only 1 in the afternoon. I was exhausted. My stupid manager hated me, and she made me stay late and clean the entire kitchen area and the seating area while she let everyone else go early. Walking through the living room, I noticed my mother was asleep with my father on the couch. The two had taken the day off of work and had spent the day drinking wine and watching soap operas most likely. I tiptoed up the stairs so I didn't wake them and get in trouble for not being in school. I wearily trudged up the stairs to my bedroom and into my room. Once there I closed the door, set the doll case down on my dresser, and flopped back on my bed. After laying there for a few minutes I decided it was time to get out of my burger barn uniform. I pulled off the stupid shirt they made me wear and found a tee shirt, and some loose fitting pajama pants, and dropped my old clothes in a pile on the floor. I was about to turn out the light when I looked over at the doll case. For some reason I just felt like I needed to look one more time at the dolls. I went over to the case and opened the top and peered in. I was astonished to see that all of the dolls were different. I blinked a few times thinking I must be seeing things, and closed the lid of the case. I then opened it back up and looked in once more. The dolls didn't change, but they were definitely different then the first time I had opened the case in the weird store. I looked in at the dolls. As I looked at the faces I noticed they again had all of the amazing detail that I had come to expect. This time, however, all of the dolls looked like people I knew. It was all the women in my neighborhood. I could see my best friend Justin's mother, Paige. I could see the cat lady that lived down the street; I think her name was Mrs. Polski. I could even see my crush, Dee. She lived two houses down from me. Her doll had its hair pulled back in a ponytail, and she was wearing a long shirt, probably for bed. I started to reach for her doll just because I was curious, but stopped when something else caught my attention. There were three dolls in this box that I knew even better. My mother and two sisters. One doll was of my little sister Kendra. It even had la Hello Kitty tee shirt like she always wore every night.. I was amazed. The doll of my older sister Lindsey was wearing some short athletic shorts and a white tank top and of course had a cell phone just like her. I reached into the box and pulled out the doll of my mother to examine hers more closely. The doll was wearing slippers just like the ones I had seen on my mother's feet as I had first come home. It was wearing the same clothes as her as well. In fact it even had a small ring on its left hand just like my mother. The hair was done the same way, and the face was amazingly similar. It had her thin lips, small nose and it even had her eyes... Suddenly the world shifted around me. It felt like I was being sucked through the air or ripped backwards on a bungee cord or something. I flailed out with my arms and legs only to hear a grumpy, "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" shouted out at me. I looked over at the source of the noise and saw my father. I shook my head a few times as I tried to process what had just happened. I looked at him again, and he must have seen the shock on my face plain as day. "Are you ok honey?" he asked as he gently touched my upper arm. "H...honey?" I asked and gave him a weird look. "Yes dear? Do you need something?" he asked, like I was mom or something. Suddenly it had dawned on me that my voice had sounded strange. I felt strange. I had a tickle on my shoulders, something was dangling from my ears, and my clothes were tighter then I remembered. I looked down and saw two large breasts pushing out from my chest under my shirt. "Oh shit. Oh shit," I said in what I suddenly realized was my mother's voice. "What? Did you forget something?" my father asked in a worried tone as he sat forward. "Um... yeah, I forgot something. Something upstairs," I said as I stood up and headed for the stairs. "I can get it for you," he said plainly and started to get up. "NO!" I shouted back, probably a bit too loudly, but in my defense I was freaking out a bit, so I added, "I can get it without you. It's a surprise." "Oh. I like surprises," my father said with a sly grin that I did take any comfort in at all. I gave him a weak smile back and darted up the stairs. I needed to get out of my mother and now. I needed to think. What could have happened? One minute I was looking at the dolls, and the next I was my mother. The dolls! It had to be something with the dolls. What did the old lady say as I was leaving the store? Instructions! There was instructions on the inside cover of the case! I went up the stairs and headed for my room. The bouncing of my mother's chest was amazingly distracting. I pushed that to the back of my mind as I opened the door and saw the doll case sitting right where I had left it. I quickly went over to it, and saw a doll sitting on the floor where I had been looking at the doll that looked like my mother. I bent down and picked it up. I noticed the doll now looked like me. It was wearing the tee shirt and the pajama pants that I had on before, and it now had my features on it. I set it down on the bed and looked into the cover of the doll box and saw some words written on the inside of the doll case cover in what looked to be a girl's handwriting. This is my magic doll set. My name is Tabatha. I'm writing the instructions here so that after I die or get rid of it, someone else can use it. All of the dolls in this case are a magical manifestation of the closest twelve girls to the case. They will be represented by the doll down to the minutest detail. If you leave the case open the dolls with stay as the last twelve girls around, and it will reset after the case is closed and opened again once more to the nearest twelve girls. If you take a doll out of the case, it will not reset until you place it back in the case and close the lid. The dolls activate when you stare into their eyes. By staring into their eyes, the person playing with the dolls gets magically transported into the person that the doll represented. While you are inside the person, you have complete control over them. You can do whatever you want! Isn't that exciting? To get back to your normal self, you simply have to find the doll that looks like you and stare into its eyes. The person you were inside of will remember everything you did as them, but they will remember themselves doing it. The magic will also keep them from wondering about the dolls, so don't worry about anyone stealing them. Besides, when I took over people the last thing they needed to worry about was a doll here or there. So have fun with my magic doll set! - Tabatha I couldn't help but smile. I would never have believed this could happen if I wasn't reading the instructions from inside my mother's body. I was still holding the doll representing my old body in my hand. I was just about to bring it up to my face and look in it when I heard someone calling down that hallway. "Jane? Jane what are you doing?" I heard my father calling out for my mother. Wait. I was mom. He was calling out for me. I didn't want him to find my mom snooping through my room, so I dropped the doll on my bed and darted out into the hallway just as my father started walking up the steps. I looked at him and he gave me a grin with a twinkle in his eye. "Come here you!" he said playfully and walked towards me with his arms outstretched. I tried to back away from him, but he was much larger then me while I was in mom's body. He had his arms wrapped around me in just a few steps and his fingers knew all the right spots to tickle on my mother's sensitive and smooth skin. I began laughing and squirming to get out of his grip as he brought his face forward, trying to press it against mine. I turned my face left and right trying to escape, but he just proceeded to kiss up and down my neck and the small area of skin that my shirt left open above my cleavage. The stubble on his chin was pokey and a little painful. "Stop!" I cried out. "Stop? Where's my surprise? I want my surprise little miss," he asked as he again tried to kiss me. Suddenly the phone rang. I looked in the direction of the phone, and my father took that opportunity to plant a big wet kiss on my lips. I thought I might gag. Suddenly he pulled me back on balance and let me go as he headed to answer the phone. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth I took the opportunity to escape into the bathroom, where I locked the door to give myself a tiny bit of security. I let out a sigh of relief as I brought a hand to my head and noticed the long hair once more. I turned and looked into the large mirror in the bathroom. I saw my mother staring back at me. I raised a hand to my face and touched my lips, my cheeks, and my nose. I then started to make faces in the mirror. I stuck my tongue out, and crossed my eyes as I laughed at my mother's reflection. It was difficult for me to believe that I could see my mother, who was normally so reserved and straight laced, making all of these funny faces. Suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door and I heard my father, "Jane? Jane is that you in there?" "Yes dear, I'm... ah... taking a dump... I'll be a while," I said as I panicked and didn't know what to say. "A... okay... Well, that was my work. They need me to come in and cover for someone that called in sick for third shift. I have to go. I'm still looking forward to that surprise, though. Maybe later?" he asked through the bathroom door. "Oh absolutely honey. Tomorrow night sounds great!" I replied to him, thinking I would be out of mom by then. His face had n upset look of disappointment as he wanted a little love when he got home. I heard his foot steps walk away down the hallway, and a short time later I heard the garage door close. I had my mother's body in a bathroom all to myself. I looked in the mirror and saw a wicked little smile growing on my mother's face as I thought about what I could do. I don't know why, but the first thing I thought about her boobs. Probably because I'm a guy. I quickly pulled her shirt up to see a plain white bra. I reached up and grabbed them and gave them a good squeeze, letting some of my breath out as I thought about how fantastic it felt. "Wow mom, how do you not get distracted by these?" I asked aloud. I let out a chuckle as I hear my mother's voice asking the question. It was weird no doubt, to hear my mother's voice speak my words. "Hehe... Mrs. Keller is a stupid bitch," I said referring to my first period English teacher. The vulgarity in my mom's voice was so weird to hear. I focused back onto my boobs, or my mom's boobs. They were so large. "I wonder..." I dropped my hands down to my shirt and began to pull it up. The shirt snagged on my now larger chest, put after a quick tug, The shirt made it past with no problem. I then turned my attention to the mirror. "Holy shit! These things are huge!" I said to myself as I marveled at my mother's rather impressive breasts, encased in only a lacy white bra, that looked as if were going to give way any moment. I reached up to touch them and as soon as my hand made contact I felt a jolt of pleasure that I hadn't felt ever before. I looked down at my breasts and reached behind my back. "It's not like what I'm doing is wrong," I said to myself trying to make a reasoning for doing what I was. "After all, I have her body as my own, I would be nuts to not take a look," I finished. Then I felt the bra release its firm grip and began to hang off my chest. I quickly slid the straps off of my shoulders and let the bra fall to the ground. "Wow," I gulped as I took a look at the site that was I front of me. I had never seen a woman's actually breasts before. Let alone touch a pair. Nor did I ever think in a million years that the first pair I would touch and see would be my mother's... when I'm wearing her body. "You mom, have some pretty nice boobs," I said to myself as I decided to try it again, but take it further. I brought both of my hands up to my chest and cupped both breasts, then I gave them a firm squeeze. I let out a low moan as I buckled my knees to lean over the counter to keep from falling, as I felt yet another and more intense wave of pleasure course through my body. "Oh wow..." I said to myself as I looked at my mother's reflection. She didn't look like the mom I knew. Mom was always so calm looking and well kept. But the reflection I was looking at said otherwise. The woman in the reflection was panting, cupping her breasts in her hands, and had a look of sexual tension built upon her face. I stood up and brought a hand down to my crotch. I pressed my hand against the silk pair of pajama pants my mother wore before I entered her body. As I did I let out a little gasp of excitement. The feeling I got from touching myself down there was amazing. It was indescribable. "Oh my. I should stop," I said to myself as I realized what I was doing, was very wrong. I picked up my mother's bra and shirt and headed back to my room. Going into my room I sat down on my bed. "Ok, so in order to go back to my own body, I need to look the doll that looks like myself, in the eyes," I said aloud to myself making sure that I knew what I needed to do, so I can get back to myself. I picked up the doll that looked like me. "Creepy," I muttered as I marveled at the accurate detail. I then looked around and giggled to myself. "It would be very hard to explain to my mom why she is in my room, when I leave," I said to myself as I left my room and headed to my parents room. I walked into the room and was not really impressed by it. Many kids my age would marvel at how much bigger the room and bed and everything is, but its still just a room. I sat down on the bed and felt as if I was sitting on an extra layer or three of flesh. I stood back up and noticed that my mom's butt was pretty big. It was wide and stuck out quite a bit. Many girls from school would kill to have a butt like my mom's. "They'd kill for my butt," I said with a smug grin as I placed my hand to my backside and gave it a firm squeeze. The pleasure once again returned to me and this time I couldn't help it. I needed to give in to what my mother's body wanted. I laid back down on my parent's bed, dropped the doll down next to me, I slipped one of my mother's dainty manicured hands effortlessly down the front of the pajama pants she wore on her legs. And slid them down to my ankles. I carefully brought a finger to the mound that I now possess that was tightly clung to by a tight pair of cotton panties. As I did so a small moan escaped my lips. It was like an electric feeling of such pure and divine pleasure. Much better than when I touched the tip of my own dick. I used my feet to slip of the pajama pants and was now clad only in a pair of panties and my mom's body. I quickly slipped my hand down into my panties and brought my index and middle finger to the lips of my pussy. I ran them up and down the gentle moist folds to tease them. I felt my back slightly arch and my head involuntarily twitch. "Oh yeah?" I said more as a question for reasons I won't ever know. Probably the excitement. I brought up my free hand up to my large breasts and took my right breast in my left hand and began to message and kneed at it. Another moan escaped my lips as I began to tug on my hardened nipple. I then felt my crotch getting moist, and I knew what this meant. I bit my lip as I began to ever so slightly, push my index finger into my slit. As my finger parted the wet lips of my pussy. "Ohhhhhh.... fuck yes," I said as I began to push my finger even deeper into myself. The feelings in my crotch were so amazing. I could feel the wetness inside of my slit begin to increase and the muscles tighten around my finger. It was throbbing and in a way asking for more. And I couldn't do anything but give myself more. I took my hand that was tweaking my tits and brought it to my crotch and slide my panties down to my mid-thigh so I would have easier access to my new equipment. I then brought it back up to my nipple to manipulate it. I slipped in my middle finger and began to pump my fingers in and out of new region. And I squirmed and writhed in pleasure as my body reacted, almost as on instinct to the manipulation being done to it. "Oh GOD YES!" I cried out in my mother's voice as my hips bucked and started to hump the air in reaction to what my fingers where doing to my crotch. There was a distinctive pleasure building up between my legs, and this tension needed to be released. I brought my thumb to the areas just above my mother's slit and began to stroke it with the long fingernail at the tip. "Ohh.... fuck me... fuck me..." I began to whimper almost uncontrollably as I began to feel my body twitch all over and spasm, and my pussy muscles clench my fingers ever so tightly inside of of myself. Then I felt it. The twitching in my pussy. The bucking of my hips. The feeling of an explosion. The spasming of my entire body. I let out a long, loud and throaty scream... in my mom's voice. In my mom's body. I had an orgasm. In my mother's body. And it felt so damn good. I just laid there after my screaming and moaning and panting had died down. I couldn't move. I didn't want to. If I did, I just knew that the feeling that my body had, it would have gone away. And that's not what I wanted. "Not just yet..." I moaned softly in my mother's voice as I let out a sigh. I turned my head to face the mirror and smiled when I looked the reflection that I saw. I studied it for a moment. It was my mother. But like before, it wasn't like I knew her. And unlike before she was now a completely different woman. Not just because her 16 year-old son is currently possessing her body. But how she looked in the course of a normal day, and how she looked today when I looked in the mirror earlier, and how she looked now where three different people. Normal she is the prim and proper mother. Then when I was in the bathroom she was a curious boy in his mother's body who was wowed at the fact that he was in his mother's body. And now, the reflection was different yet again. This time, she was laying down in her bed, wearing nothing but her panties, and had looked like a very sultry woman. The look on her face, her disheveled hair, her naked sweating body. I giggled as I thought about what I had just done. I smiled wickedly to the mirror, "I've been a bad boy mommy." And then I burst out in laughter at the irony of what I said and the fact that it was technically my mother saying it. I stood up and quickly grabbed hold of the side of my bed for support. "Whoa... I didn't expect that," I said referring to the weakness in my knees and the new center of gravity. I could still feel the slight moisture on my crotch and my thighs but I didn't care. It's not like many people would be able to say anything. "And if they did, I wouldn't care. I'm the woman of the house," I said to myself as I headed back to my room. With every step I took, I could feel my mom's ass jiggle and her hips sway, and her breasts bounce. They were quite distracting, but not enough for me to not admire them. As I made my was into the hallway I heard the house phone ring. "Fuck... I hope that's not dad calling to say he is on his way home..." I grumbled as I sauntered over to the ringing. I don't think I'm ready to have fun with this body's husband yet. I got to the phone and looked at the caller I.D. It was my school calling. "Shit..." I mumbled to myself as I reached down to pick it up. As I grabbed the phone I slowly brought it up to my ear and swallowed hard. "Hello?" I asked cautiously. "Hi, Mrs. Andrews? This is Frank Lermont. Principal over here at Jefferson Memorial High School," came the scratchy voice of Mr. Lermont. "Yes, this is she," I said, this time with a bit more confidence. "Well, I was just calling to remind you that you have a meeting with myself today to discuss your son David's attendance records." I held the phone close as I remembered that I had been skipping school for some time now. I never thought it would catch up to me this quickly. "Yes, I haven't forgot. And I talked to David about it and he is really regretful of what he has done," I said in my mother's sincerest tone as I brought my free hand up to my breasts and began to play with my still erect nipple. "Be that as it may, Mrs. Andrews, we still need to discuss the actions the school will take. I will see you in two hours." And with that Mr. Lermont hung-up. I stared at the phone after the abrupt click sounded. "What a fag!" I said as I slammed the phone down and licked my lips. I never told my mother about my attendance records nor was she aware of the meeting. The only way out of this was to go in her place. I took a look down at my nearly naked body. "Well, maybe I can come to some kind of agreement with Mr. Lermont," I said as a smirk appeared on my face. I stood there for a moment, rolling my nipple in my fingers and then realized what I was doing when my nipples got fully hard again. "Shit. I need to control myself a bit better," I muttered as I made my way back to my parent's room yet again. "Ok, what to wear," I said to myself as I stood in front of my mother's closet and looked through the various amounts of clothes that occupied it. I knew what I was going to do, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do it. I figured it would be like in that movie "Basic Instinct", show some skin, tease the man, get what I want, and be on my way. I took a look through the closet before I find just the thing I need. "This will do nicely," I said as I pulled out a gorgeous red dress that had a deep plunge at the neckline and looked to fall just above the knee. I smirked as I thought about how much of a horn-dog that Lermont was. "Oh yeah..." I laughed to myself. "This will be good." I took a look down at myself and noticed the mess I had made while playing with myself. Then I glanced at the clock and realized that I don't have enough time to freshen up. I then took a quick look in the mirror, and noticed that my mother's makeup was still in place "No need. Mom's makeup is still fine, and her hair..." I shrugged seeing that my mother's hair was a little unkempt and wild looking. "It will do." I leaned downward to pull my panties of my legs and felt the weight of my mother's breasts tugging and pulling me down. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that." I smiled to myself as I continued to slide my panties down my mother's smooth and sexy thighs. I walked over to the dresser on the left side of the room and opened the top drawer and found what I was looking for. "Bingo..." I said to myself as I began to reach into my mother's panty drawer. I marveled at the massive amounts of panties that my mother owns. There were just so many that it really blew my mind. "Why do girls need such amounts of clothes?" I asked myself as I pulled up a pair of lacey red panties. Turning them around I found that they are a very skimpy thong. I turned around and look in the mirror and spin around so my back is facing the mirror. I then stick my butt out and admire the large and round shape it has. I bent forward and slide the panties up my legs and to my crotch and got a tingle at how the slightly cold material greeted my bare crotch. I turned around and once again inspected my ass, now encased by a lacey thong and gave my large ass cheek a slap. "Oh yeah... I look damn good," I said as I giggled and squeezed my ass. Walking back over to the dress I had laid out, I pulled it up and turned it so the back faced me, and unzipped the back. I thought about putting a bra on, but I decided against it do to the fact that bra straps that are visible would not look good. Holding the dress out in front of me I carefully lifted my feet into the dress and brought it up to my chest. I snaked my head and neck through the halter strap of the dress and felt the material touch my bare breasts and as it did so it sent a slight shock through them. I felt that my boobs were out of place as well and shifted them around until they felt perfectly supported by the dress. Walking back to the closet I saw a pair of black double strapped high heeled sandles, that looked like they would go perfect. Then again maybe 70% of my mom's shoes would go great with this dress. "But I don't have time for that," I said aloud to myself as I slipped the shoes on to my now smaller feet. Walking back to the mirror to inspect my appearance, I gasped as I saw what the mirror reflected. As I did so I felt that my ass and thighs jiggled a bit more than they did before when I wasn't wearing any heels. "Wow, I look sexy!" I exclaimed with a hint of smugness and satisfaction that I actually made myself look half decent. The dress fell just below my mid-thigh and that made it acceptable as opposed to slutty. The way it made my legs look long and lean. And the heels looked nice as well, along with the fact that they looked good with my outfit, they also slightly enhanced the muscle definition on my calfs and my thighs, making my legs look ultra sexy. My breasts were hugged perfectly by the top portion of the dress and due to that fact, they were given very ample volume, as was my cleavage. My mom's hair was a little disheveled, but I brought my hand up to my head and swept my mom's short hair around until it looked a little more kept up. I turned around one final time and loved how the dress showed off the back of my legs as well as how it hugged my large ass so perfectly. "Time to go face the Devil himself," I said in my mother's voice as I made my way to the downstairs. Walking down the stairs I loved the way my hips swayed and my ass jiggled. I made me giggle and smile to myself. I then thought that it was very weird that I was walking perfectly normal in heels as opposed to not. Considering the fact I never wore them before. I figure that I must retain some of my mother's habits and body motions and such. Stopping at the foyer I noticed my mom's purse on the counter with her car keys hanging out. "Well, it is my car now." I muttered as I grabbed the purse and keys and strutted out the door. * * * * * * * Arriving at school was no problem. I got there a little earlier than I was supposed to. But it is better that I am early in my mom than late as myself. Pulling into the student parking lot, I parked my car in the space I was assigned after passing my driving test. Getting out of the car, I noticed the girl's gym class was walking back from the far field and they were all giving my weird looks. I continued to make my way into the building until I heard one of the girls call out, "Hey, excuse me ma'am, but that's the student parking lot. The visitor's lot is on the other side of the building." I turned around and saw who the voice belonged to. It was Cindy Mallon. The head cheerleader and self-proclaimed hottie of the school. I gave Cindy a winning smile and replied, "Oh no, honey it's ok, that's my son's spot and I am here for a meeting." Cindy's jaw dropped at the response the had just received. "You're David's mom?" she asked astonished while looking me up and down. "Yeah, that's me," I answered her. I couldn't tell if she was staring at me because I dressed my mom like a tart or because she was envious of how damn good I looked. Come to think of it, the way I was dressed wasn't the most appropriate way for a married mother of two should be dressed. But then again, the time I spent masturbating in my mother's body wasn't appropriate either. In comparison, the way I was dressed was the lesser of two wrongs. "Wow, you are really hot! You are so lucky! I hope I can look as good as you do when I get older," Cindy said with sincerity in her voice as she gave me a smile. "Oh don't worry, you will," I said back with a honey love tone. What I really wanted to say was she will turn out this hot when she has about her 30th plastic surgery. But, I don't want to seem like a bitch. Walking into the building I was almost stunned to see the hallways so empty at only 2 in the afternoon. Then again, classes were in session and I barely even went to school. Walking down to the principal's office, I realized that I needed to defend my realself from getting in trouble. Even if I did tell Lermont that I was skipping school to work a job to make money for myself, he would still love to give me a weeks worth of in-school suspension. I continued to walk down the hallway enjoying the sound of my heels clicking with each step I took, and echoing in the empty hallways. Passing room C122, I stopped just before the door. I looked at the small watch on my mother's wrist and noticed that it was around the time that Justin and I would be in Spanish class together. Justin was my best friend and me and him had gotten along great of the course of our lives. Just then, an idea popped into my head and I gave myself a little smirk as I walked over to the door. Peering in through the window, I saw Justin sitting in his seat, looking bored as hell, or suicidal for that matter. "Oh that poor thing," I said softly in my best motherly tone. I brought my hand up to the window and was about to signal for Justin but then decided to reach into my purse instead and whipped out my mother's cell phone. Thanks to my mother's nails I had a little trouble texting, but none too bad. Hitting the send button I dropped the phone back into my purse and looked back through the window. Justin looked confused for a moment, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Looking up from his seat, Justin saw me and gave me a small wave. As soon as I saw he was looking I took a slight step back and gave him a big grin as I brought my hands up to the neckline of my dress and pulled it down and felt my mother's large tits spill out of the dress. Justin's face instantly formed a shocked expression. "Holy shit!" he yelled out before he somehow slipped out of his seat. Quickly a bunch of kids that saw where he was looking, turned their attention to me and saw what appeared to be my mother, with her tits exposed for all the kids to gaze upon. The girl's who looked had looks of shock on their faces while the boys had looks of lust in their eyes. I stuck my tongue out at the and help up the devil horns. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the teacher, Senior Parks turned to look. But before he could, I ducked down and pulled my dress back up and safely secured my tits back in place, and continued on my way down to Lermont's office. Reaching the office, I walked up to the door labeled, Lermont. Taking in a big breath, I knocked on the door. "Yes?" came the voice of Lermont. "It's Jane Andrews. We had an appointment?" I said with a bit of hesitation in my voice. "Oh yes, please come in," I heard him say pleasantly. Opening the door, I walked into the office and noticed that Lermont actually had a smile on his face. But that quickly changed when he noticed what I was wearing. His eyes immediately flew to my legs and looked them up and down and then they just as quickly were glued to my tits. It was as I could feel him undressing me with his own eyes. I should know, I had done it many time to many girls. It felt weird, yet it felt empowering. "May I take a seat?" I asked motioning at the small little couch that was on the wall opposite his desk. Lermont's eye finally made contact with my own. "Oh yes, please." I sat down on the couch and made myself comfortable. I let out a breath as I was finally fully relaxed. I looked back up at Lermont and noticed that his eyes were focused on me. But lower than they should be. Much lower. I glanced down at myself and noticed that I was sitting like I normally would. If I were still me and not my mom. My legs were spread wide apart. And I was pretty sure that I was giving Lermont a damn good view of my mother's panties. I slowly crossed my legs and brought my thighs close together blocking off the view of what I had been so carelessly showing off. When Lermont realized that his free show was over, her began to get down to brass tacks. He proceeded to explain to me how I had been missing more school than any student in the last ten years of him being a principal. He also went on to explain that since is the first time he is speaking to "me" about it, that this means the punishment won't be expulsion. I sighed a breath of relief to that. "But you do understand that there will have to be a punishment?" Lermont asked me almost expecting me to agree with him. Looking up at him I gave him a quizzical look and then decided to try to get out of this the old fashioned way. "Well Mr. Lermont, the thing is, that David has not been attending school because he go..." I began but before I could even tell him the truth Lermont cut me off." "Please don't make excuses for David. I understand that he is your son and that you do not want him to be punished but it has to happen. How else will he learn if he is not punished?" Lermont said in a matter-of- fact tone. Looking down at my breasts in my dress, I bite my lip and figured that there was only one way to get what I wanted, and begging and pleading was not that way, even if I was in my mother's body. I stood up and smoothed out the sides of my dress and as I brought my hands back up from the hemline, I used my mother's longer nails to raise the dress up just to where Lermont would think he would see my panties. I could see Lermont holding his breath. On the inside, this made me grin. I dropped my dress back down, and sauntered over to Lermont behind his desk. He is moving his jaw as if he is trying to speak but can't. I purposely slam my foot down harder with each step, this way my tits and ass jiggle more than is necessary, giving me the exact reaction that I want. This is working better than I thought. I then find myself only a foot away from Lermont and I can feel that this will work, and if it doesn't, I'm shit out of luck. I turn myself so that my back is facing Lermont and I bend forward slightly so that my ass is sticking out. I then begin to slowly lower myself onto Lermont's lap. "So Mr. Lermont..." I said as I began to wiggle my mother's large ass on top of Lermont's crotch. "... you said that this was the first time that David was in trouble for this right?" I asked as I pressed my ass into him harder. Lermont let out a small sound which sounded a little like "Uh huh." I continued to grind my ass upon Lermont. I then felt a slight poking sensation on my ass cheeks. I bounced up and down slightly, and my eyes went wide with shock. Lermont was hard. Oh this was too good to be true. I then spun myself around on Lermont to face him and continued to rub my ass side to side. "So, how about we make this little deal?" I said as more of a statement rather a question. "How about we forget that David has a poor attendance record, and not punish him... or I can scream rape right now?" I said in a very seductive and yet serious tone. Lermont's head and face were bright red and completely flushed and covered with beads of sweat. Lermont slowly nods his head up and down, "This meeting is over... It was nice to meet you Mrs. Andrews." I get up and grab my purse and smooth out my dress one last time and I look back at Lermont. "And the same to you Mr. Lermont, and I promise that this won't happen again." Walking out of the door I begin to make my way back to the student parking lot with a smug grin on my face. "Oh that was perfect. Fucking Lermont, thinks he can punish me? HA!" I say with my mother's voice as I let out a giggle. Then someone walks right in front of me. It's Jeff my best friend. "Jeff?" I say. "What's up?" Completely forgetting that I'm in my mother's body. Jeff just looks up at me with a look of lust in his eyes. "Look, don't tell David this, but I think you are hot." He says almost as if he is on the run from someone. I look down at myself and see that he is right. My mom is hot. I am hot. And I like that. "You seriously are such a babe, and I won't tell David that you flashed the entire Spanish room." "Don't worry about it," I said with not a hint of worry in my voice "He won't ever need to know," I said and then looked down and saw Jeff's hand trembling. I took his hand in mine and placed it on my breast and forced him to squeeze. As he did, I let out a small moan. "And don't worry, he won't know about this either," I said as I removed Jeff's hand from my chest. I don't know what it is, but my mother's tits are so sensitive, that I just love when they are touched. Jeff is too stunned to say anything and I take the chance to make my exit from the building. Getting maybe a few feet away from Jeff I stop and turn my head to look at Jeff who is already beginning to head back to his original destination. "Hey Jeff?" I call out and watch Jeff stop in his tracks and almost instantly turn around to look at me. I lift up my mom's dress and expose her ass so Jeff can see it. His eyes go wide. I then bite my lip and raise my hand up and slap my ass so hard that the sound echoes through the hallway. I then drop my dress back own again and walk to the doors leading to the parking lot. While walking I bring my hands up to my chest and begin to rub my breasts. "This is awesome..." I say to myself. And it really was. With this doll case, I can become any woman I want, as long as they are within the radius that the case needs to work. Making my way to mom's car I begin to think. I always knew Jeff had a crush on my mom. And I always had a crush on his mom, Paige. I always thought she was hot. Obviously hotter than my mom, but now I'm not so sure. Remembering that I never closed the case, there was a doll in the bunch that looked like Paige. I opened the door to my mother's car and sat down. I grinned as I already had my next bit of fun planned out. And it would also help me make sure that Jeff doesn't say anything to anyone about what my mother did today. And it would help me figure out if his mom was hotter than my mom. Picking up my mom's phone I found Paige's number in the address book. Dialing it I finally heard Paige answer. "Hello?" came the slightly distracted answer from Paige. "Hi, Paige, it's Jane Andrew's. David's mother from across the street?" I responded in a very chipper voice. "Oh hi Jane, how are you?" Paige said, this time sounding more friendly and attentive. "I'm good, but listen Paige, are you home right now? I need to see you about something," I asked very calmly. "Yes, I'm home right now. Is everything ok?" Paige asked with genuine concern in her voice. "No, nothings wrong, just... I'll tell you when I get there ok?" I asked, not able to come up with a good excuse as to why I needed to see her so soon. "Ok Jane, just ring the bell when you com over," Paige replied pleasantly. "Sure thing Paige. Speak soon," I said as I ended the call like my mother does. I hung up the phone and licked my lips. "Time to go see Paige," I said to myself in my mother voice as I turned the key in the ignition." To Be Continued...