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I sat on the couch alone, watching terrible daytime TV, drinking a soda
and trying to ignore the noises from upstairs. James had conned me into
driving us over here to Lauren and Christen's house with the promise that
Christen was interested in me but lo and behold when we get here oh, it
seems Christen's gone out but, hey, so would you mind just hanging out
down here anyway while Lauren and I go upstairs to "study"? James didn't
actually use quote fingers for the word 'study' but he may as well have.
Sometimes it sucks to be the only one of your friends who's old enough to
drive. Sometimes it also sucks being a 16 year old guy horny and
desperate enough to believe anything your friend says if it involves
girls and them being interested in you.
I drank some more soda and absentmindedly rubbed the strange translucent
stone thing I'd found out in the yard yesterday. It was clear, like
glass, but constantly stayed warm and when you held it up to the light
you could see tiny bits of red sparkly-somethings that moved as if
floating in water. I had no idea what it actually was but it looked cool.
It was sometime between crappy cartoons and crappy reruns of terrible
shows that I heard the front door being opened. The sound of a woman's
heels clicking down the hall towards me told me it was Lauren's mom, Mrs.
Bresner, home from work.
I sat up a little straighter and tried to look cool as Mrs. Bresner came
around the corner. I had to admit I had a little bit of a thing for her.
She was probably in her thirties and when she was younger would have been
quite the looker. The years had dulled her beauty slightly but had given
her a pleasingly full figure appealing for its authenticity. You got me,
I like full figured women, otherwise known as normal sized women, not
like the pencil thin models you see everywhere. She also had the most
enormous breasts I had ever seen.
Today she had her dark-blonde hair pinned up with just a few strands
arcing down over her left eye. She absentmindedly stroked the strands
back behind her ear while she looked down at the mail and sucked on her
lip, lost in thought. She hadn't noticed me yet so I took the opportunity
to surreptitiously check her out some more. She had the cutest little
nose with just the hint of an upturn. From below her skirt I could see
her legs, beautiful with the plump fullness of middle age nearly kept at
bay by morning jogs. And from under her jacket I could see a mere peek of
her rounded breasts, pressing against what I imagined to be the world's
luckiest bra and--oh crap she was looking at me. I quickly looked away,
then looked back just to show that I hadn't been leering, then looked
down just in case she had caught me.
"Hi Mason," she said.
"Uh, hi Mrs. Bresner," I said as I shifted in my seat, trying to make up
in coolness what I lacked in subtlety. I'm not saying I could have
definitely pulled it off but I would have had a better chance if I hadn't
spilled my drink on the floor.
I jumped out of my seat to try to catch the can and the stone skittered
across the wood floor.
"Sorry, about that," I mumbled, too embarrassed to look up.
"I'll get some paper towels," she said, as I heard her heels click-clack
to the kitchen. She soon returned with a roll, ripped off some paper
towels and handed a bunch to me. Then we both knelt down and began
sopping up the spill.
I tried to start some conversation. "I guess it's good that it's wood,"
Rhyming, awesome. I decided to just shut up.
"That's all right. It's not the first time something's been spilled on
this floor," I glanced up at her. She was kneeling down, mopping up and I
could see straight down her top as her breasts swayed with every swipe. I
quickly looked back down before I got caught again.
"Ha, yeah," I chuckled, nervously, as we finished wiping the floor.
"What's this?" she asked. I looked up and saw her examining the weird
stone I had dropped.
"Oh, that's my rock. Some cool looking rock I found," I held out my hand
for it. She put the rock in my hand and in the brief moment that we both
were holding it there was a blinding red flash of light that came from
everywhere as the world shifted and suddenly I was looking at myself.
I don't mean metaphorically I was looking at myself, I mean I was
literally looking at my body from outside it while being hit by a wave of
vertigo. I lost my balance but fortunately I was kneeling and managed to
put out my arms before I hit the ground. But they weren't my arms. They
were skinnier and the hands were a woman's hands, the shiny nail polish,
longer nails and the delicate fingers a dead giveaway.
"What ha-?" I began, before noticing both my voice and the breasts
hanging beneath my top directly below my line of sight were decidedly
female.
I looked up at, well, me. Or my body, anyway, and it looked just as
shocked as I felt. My former body's mouth was opening and closing slowly,
too shocked to form words.
"Mrs. Bresnan?" I asked.
My body nodded.
I looked down at my hands, formerly Mrs. Bresnan's hands, opened and
closed them experimentally to examine their smooth and utter female-ness.
I couldn't help but notice the breasts, their heavy pull beckoned me to
look down. I saw Mrs. Bresnan's massive breasts snugly nestled within a
frilly-looking bra that just peaked out from under my top. I wasn't ready
for this. I forced myself to look away and back up at my former body.
"Did we switch bodies?" I asked, realizing the utter obviousness of the
answer.
"It was the stone. It must have been. Where did it go?" I was reminded of
hearing a recording of my own voice and I shook the thought off. Some
strands of hair flipped down in front of my eyes and I pushed them back
behind my ear.
My former body looked around, found the stone and held it up.
"Here, grab it again."
I touched it, expecting to be thrown back, but there was only an almost
imperceptible flash of red, like the dying bulb of a flashlight.
"Why didn't it work?" The former me asked.
I had a hunch. "Let me see." I took a close look at the stone trying to
ignore everything that was off about my body from the look of my hands to
my little nose at the edge of my peripheral vision to the breasts. Again,
breasts, definitely the weirdest change I noticed. So far.
I turned the stone around in my hands, the red sparkles were gone, but
even as I watched I saw one re-appear.
"These red sparkly things-" I began. It was odd hearing Mrs. Bresnan's
voice from inside her body, slightly different to how it sounded from the
outside. "I think they're like a...a battery indicator. It's empty but it
looks like it's charging."
"So what do we do?"
"Um, I don't know. I guess we wait."
The former me got to his feet unsteadily.
"Wait? That's all you've got?"
"I don't know, I just found this thing! I don't know how it works! Maybe
we're stuck like this until we learn an important lesson or something," I
tried to stand but was thrown off by the heels I was wearing. I hauled my
new body up onto the couch and sat back. I tried to take my heels off by
placing one foot over my knee but my skirt started to slide up. I caught
a flash of something pink and lacy as I quickly put my foot back down. I
tried to adjust my skirt by pulling the end and sort of leaning back into
the couch while wriggling my butt back and forth. I looked up to see my
former body stifling a grin.
"What?" I scowled. "I've never worn a skirt and heels before."
"Ok. I'll do it," He knelt down and unstrapped my heels. "Look, this is
weird for both of us, I know. But I guess we have to let that thing
charge."
"That was just a guess."
"Well, it's a good a guess as any. It's not like there's a hundred
stories just like this on the internet."
"You're taking this rather well."
"I don't have much of a choice, now, do I? There." He stood up with the
heels dangling from one hand. I looked up at him.
"So...we just, what? Pretend to be each other?"
He shrugged. "Yes, I guess." He sucked on his lip in thought. It wasn't
as attractive in my body. I looked down at my skirt. I smoothed it out,
then let my hand run past the end and over my knees. I rubbed the smooth
skin experimentally, then realized my legs were apart and Mrs. Bresnan
could have seen straight up my skirt. I clamped my legs together, then
realized just how stupid that was. Surely, Mrs. Bresnan has seen up her
own skirt.
"Obviously I can't go to work tomorrow." My former body put his hand up
to his chin and recoiled slightly, as if startled. He began pacing,
unsteadily, as if trying out his balance as he rubbed his face. "Stubble
is weird."
"Right. What's our plan?"
Before he could answer the door upstairs opened.
"Put your legs together," he managed to get out before James and Lauren
came down.
I clamped my legs together. Fucking skirts.
"Hey, Mrs. Bresnan," James said, looking at me.
"Hi, James" "Hey man--James," my former body and I said at the same time.
We glanced at each other as James and Lauren gave us quizzical looks.
"How are you?" I managed.
"Good. We were just going to catch a movie tonight," he said.
"Is that ok, mom?"
There was a pause just slightly too long before I remembered I was her
mom now.
"Yes. Sure. Good idea."
"I don't know-" Mrs. Bresnan in my body began but was cut off by James.
"Come on, dude, let's go!" James said.
My former body looked at me for help. I shrugged. "Have fun, I guess."
James and Lauren practically pulled Mrs. Bresnan out of the house. I
heard laughter as the door shut and silence descended. So, what now? I
guess the first thing I should do is get out of this skirt. I stood up
and teetered to the stairs. Leaning on the railing I made my way upstairs
and eventually into what I guessed was Mrs. Bresnan's bedroom.
I closed the door and took a deep breath. Holy shit, weird doesn't even
begin to describe it. I had switched bodies with my friend's mom. This
was beyond weird, well into impossible territory. And yet...I held up my
hand or rather, I held up Mrs. Bresnan's hand. My fingernails were
glossy, my new hands thin and feminine. A mirror. I needed a mirror. I
saw the bathroom and headed towards it clumsily. My balance was still
off, probably something to do with my breasts and the fact that I was now
a woman. Probably.
I made it to the bathroom and flicked on the light to get my first close
up look of my new body. Mrs. Bresnan stared back at me from the mirror,
her mouth slightly open in surprise. I closed my mouth and watched my
mirror image do the same. I leaned over the sink and ran Mrs. Bresnan's
hands over my face. I ran my finger down her slight ski slope nose, my
nose now, over the small freckles then down to my new lips. I used her
hands, (my hands now, I guess I need to start thinking of them as mine)
to gently squeeze a bit of my cheek and watched the soft skin snap back
into place. Even my tongue felt different as I ran it over my new teeth
and watched the mirror image of this beautiful blonde do the same thing.
Something about the absurdity of the situation hit me and my nose
wrinkled adorably as I giggled, a short, higher pitched giggle than I'd
ever heard myself make before.
"Hello. Testing. One, two," I said in Mrs. Bresnan's voice. "This is so
weird" I said out loud, just to hear myself again. It felt odd, hearing
someone else's voice come from my lips. I guess technically it was
someone else's voice coming from someone else's lips but you know what I
mean. But there was something alluring about it. And speaking of
alluring, my gaze travelled down the mirror towards Mrs. Bresnan's
breasts. I was still bending over and I stared down my top at my ample
breasts. With one finger I traced the line of my bra from my neck down to
my new tits. I cupped both breasts in my hands; they filled them
completely. I examined them from my new perspective. They were dotted
here and there with a mole or two I hadn't noticed before, but still
nicer up close than when I could only glimpse them. I gave a gentle
squeeze. It felt both pleasant and bizarre. I managed to bend my head
down and pull one of my new tits up to lick it. I may have looked like a
woman now but I was definitely thinking like a man.
I unbuttoned my top and threw it aside. Then I pulled my undershirt off
over my head and watched my reflection in the mirror as I fondled my tits
through my pink bra. Little surges of pleasure, ran down my spine and I
shivered slightly. A warmth started to grow between my legs. My legs!
Holy shit, Mrs. Bresnan had amazing legs and an ass to match. They were
mine now and I wanted to check them out. I fumbled with the skirt before
finally managing to unzip it and let it drop to the ground, revealing my
pink panties. They were semi-translucent and I could just make out the
trimmed hair of my new vagina beneath them.
My new legs, Mrs. Bresnan's legs, had a vulnerable fullness with a hint
of muscle still beneath. She must have shaved this morning because when I
ran my hands down my thighs and over my calves I felt only smoothness.
I turned my head to get a good look at my cute ass, which gently bubbled
out behind me. I shook my butt back and forth, mesmerised by the jiggle
and the feeling of fullness. I ran my hand down it and gave a squeeze.
Oh, that felt nice. I squeezed again as the warmth between my legs spread
and became more intense. I watched my new body in the mirror as I leaned
over the sink and arched my back to stick my ass out, wiggling it slowly,
taunting myself with my new body. Goddamn, Mrs. Bresnan had an even
better ass than I thought. I gave it a smack.
"Ohh," A throaty moan escaped my lips as the slight ripples of my middle
age body rode out from the point of contact. That smack had felt so good.
Between that and my feminine moan I could feel the heat from my pussy
take on a slight urgency.
I smacked my ass again, harder this time.
WAP.
"Oooh" A wave of pleasure rolled through my body. I bit my lip and the
sight of Mrs. Bresnan's body in the mirror biting her lip brought on
another surge of warmth. I quickly stood up and fumbled with my bra. How
the fuck do women do this backwards? I eventually swung it around,
unhooked it from the front and dropped it onto the floor as my tits
bounced free. Then I slid off my panties and admired Mrs. Bresnan's naked
body in the mirror.
"Hey," I breathed to the mirror in my sultry new voice, "you wanna fuck
me?" It was amazing watching myself controlling Mrs. Bresnan's body.
Making her body do things I'd only imagined.
I slid my hand down to my vagina and gently pressed my fingers between
the lips of my pussy for the first time. I explored my warm moistness,
gently rubbing this way and that.
It felt good but not great. My pussy was getting wet but I was still
missing something. I experimented, rolling my fingers around, back and
forth, lower and higher until-- I shivered fantastically and closed my
eyes. Yes, that was the spot, right at the top. I rubbed my new-found
clit back and forth with two fingers, harder, and reached up with my
other hand to squeeze one of my nipples.
"Oh, god," I purred in Mrs. Bresnan's sexy voice, savouring my mounting
pleasure. My pussy got wetter and wetter as I started rubbing faster. I
felt a need for something more as I realized in Mrs. Bresnan's body I
needed to be penetrated. I needed it badly.
I quickly moved to the bedroom, my tits swaying with each step and
roughly pulled open one of the nightstand drawers. Got it in one! Next to
the lube was what could only be Mrs. Bresnan's pink vibrator. I grabbed
it and fell back onto the bed, with my knees in the air, rubbing my clit
as an amazing tension mounted. With my other hand I fumbled to turn the
vibrator on. Finally, the steady buzzing began and I slid the vibrator
back and forth gently over my clit and the vibrations increased my
ecstasy. I teased myself with the vibrator, slipping the tip into my
pussy as I continued rubbing my clit and felt myself get even wetter.
When I felt about to burst I thrust the vibrator in deep. I instinctively
pushed my ass up off the bed, trying to go as deep as possible. I was
getting turned on as much by watching my new pussy get penetrated as I
was by the feeling. I thrust the dildo in and out, over and over as my
pussy juices dripped down my thighs and a wave of pleasurable tension
spread over my whole body.
"Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhh," I moaned in Mrs. Bresnan's voice. I thrust the dildo
into my pussy faster and faster until "Oh God! Oh God! Oh!" the tension
released. Pounding me in huge waves as the pleasure crested and broke
over me, again and again.
I rode the diminishing wave of pleasure down slowly, pushing the vibrator
gently in and out of my pussy. I massaged my tits, made larger by the
pull of gravity and the fact that I was lying on my back. I looked down
my new body all the way to my pussy, watching as I made Mrs. Bresnan's
body continue masturbating from my new perspective. But unlike when I had
cum as a guy, there was a sense that I wasn't done. There was still a
yearning in my pussy, like the first orgasm was just an appetizer and I
wanted more.
And that's when Mrs. Bresnan's husband walked through the door.
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