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Part One It was your typical July in central Ohio. Sweltering heat was keeping most kids inside, but Matt and I had decided to brave the weather in search of some Splurge, which my older brother was raving about. He spoke of Splurge as if it were some elixir of youth, but I think he was just trying to relive his childhood. At any rate, it was better than hanging around our houses, since both of our families were home and made it almost impossible to have a conversation without being interrupted with a 'what are you boys doing inside' comment from out mothers. "Yeah man, it's going to be lame around here while you go on the annual 'Clark Family Getaway' this year. Honestly, two weeks without you means I'll just be scuzzing around my house playing endless hours of LoreCraft," I told Matt. I mean, endless hours of LoreCraft really didn't sound too awful, but I would still rather being hanging out with my friends as summer break wound down. "I hear you, Costa Maya should be pretty badass, but spending that much time with my family is going to get old pretty quick," Matt replied. We ended up at the Kwik-Mart a few short minutes later and grabbed two 24oz cans of Splurge and made our way back to Matt's house. After promptly heading to the basement for some respite from the heat, Matt fired up the video game, and it was time to veg out and play some MindRot. "So, senior year, huh?" I said with a sense of rhetoric. "Yeah, one last hurrah before heading off to college," Matt replied. "Do you think you and Stephanie are going to keep seeing each other once she starts college?" "I don't know, man. She's brilliant, and if she ends up getting into the Ivy League she applied to, it's going to be the end of us," I said. Stephanie and I had been together for a year and a half now, which for those of you not in high school is like practically being married. No relationship at that age should last that long, but we were head over heels for one another after all this time. "What about you? Going to get lucky down in Mexico next week?" "Dude, I wish. The drinking age is 18, so there's no way my mom would let me hit the bars. Not to mention I'm not about to bring a girl back to the condo we're staying at. My family would have a field day," Matt quipped with a smirk on his face. At least he was being realistic, I thought. After polishing off the Splurge and being as active as slugs for three hours (which is ironic considering the sugar high we had from the soda), I decided to head home. "Hey dude, I'll shoot you a text tomorrow when I finish up the chores my parents are having me do." Matt hardly acknowledged, being drawn into slowly into what some may consider a catatonic state by Destiny. I headed upstairs and stopped in the kitchen to toss the empty cans away and bumped into Mrs. Clark. "Hey Mrs. Clark, what's shakin'?" "Oh, hello, Sam. I was just getting the house ready for our trip. How are things with you?" "Summer vacation, ma'am. Same ol, same ol. Just enjoying some time off before heading back to school next month. You guys getting pretty excited for Costa Maya?" "Summer vacation... I'm glad you boys appreciate the time off so much. I get two weeks a year, and that's it." "Ah, the bemoaning of an adult. Old enough to have the means to enjoy freedom, but the responsibility keeps them from doing so. What a catch 22," I told her. "So, any chance you have room for one more on this trip? I promise I won't cause a commotion. You know how boring it is around here, especially when Matt is out of town." "I know, Sam. Unfortunately, I don't think there is room in the budget for a last minute stowaway," she joked with me. "But you know what? Check back with me in a few days, we'll see if I can come up with a way for you to go on this trip." I figured she was joking. "Gotcha, Mrs. Clark. I'm outta here, gotta give Steph a call and make sure she's doing alright." "Take care, Sam." I stepped out, and the weather had cooled significantly. It was now a breezy 82 degrees outside, and the lowering sun caused the sky to be splashed with yellows, reds, and purples. I fiddled with my cell phone for awhile, texting Stephanie back and forth. Pretty nonchalant stuff, things are good, I was with Matt, how's Debra doing, let's grab a movie this weekend. You know, the usual stuff. Being just a few blocks from home, I was thinking about Mrs. Clark proposing that I come on the trip with them. I hadn't never traveled with their family, but knowing them for so long, I don't think it would be awkward. With Matt's older sister off at college, the great family getaway consisted of just Mrs. Clark, or Susan, Matt, and Matt's 12-year old sister Lucy. Mr. Cross, otherwise known as 'Thomas' or 'that asshole', left Susan and their family four years ago. He still lives in the area and spends time with their family, but I'd be damned if anyone was going to ask him to come on their trip. Stepping inside my home, I was greeted by my dog Levi and my mother. "Hey mom. How ya doing?" "Finally cooling off a little. It's been a real scorcher today," she said as she chuckled. 'How are the Clarks doing?" "They're fine. Just gearing up for Mexico. Matt and I finally tried some Splurge. I really don't know what Justin is raving about. It's like a bad Mountain Dew. Besides that, just business as usual: video games." "Well that's good, honey. Ready for some dinner?" Me, Justin, mom, and dad all sat down for some chow. Hamburger Helper and rolls. After cramming my face with as many carbs as I could fit, I headed to my room and fired up the laptop to catch up on some social media. Plenty of status updates and music videos to go through. Nothing particularly interesting. And that's how my next few weeks was going to be, not particularly interesting. That being said, I sparked a jay of some ditch weed I snagged a few days ago, catch a head-buzz, and went to sleep watching some boob tube. The next morning, I woke up, well rested after a great night's sleep. Grabbed some cereal and made small talk with mom before heading outside to knock out those chores. First thing's first, gotta mow the yard. Look, I know mowing isn't that difficult of a chore. It's early, so it isn't too hot, we have a modestly-sized yard, and there aren't any huge problems areas to mow through. However, and it is a BIG however, the push-mower my parents have is the devil incarnate. This 1972 pull-start POS gives me so much trouble, I'm convinced it is the only reason I'm the one that has to mow the yard every time. Shit rolls downhill, and being the youngest member of the family, it is only fitting I have to deal with that mower every week. So I went out the shed, and pulled out that unsightly beast. The first fifteen times trying to pull-start it, I gave the mower the benefit of the doubt. It was the weekend, it was early, I didn't want to work either... but after that, it was personal. I primed the fuel, cleaned the grass from the housing, and blew out any gunk in the fuel filter. Its response: nothing. It just sat there, dead as ever, practically making a laughing sound each time I tried to start it. Finally, with one last shot in exasperation, I pulled the cord like I was falling out of a plane and it was attached to my parachute. It sputtered, it coughed, and finally roared to life. Choke down, gas up, that's the way I like to mow. But alas, it was all too good to be true. After one lap around the backyard, that POS died on me. I had to rinse, wash, and repeat this circus act every 5-10 minutes for the next hour and half while I finished the backyard. I was almost in tears with frustration by the time it was all said and done. My hands were calloused from the pull-start, my clothes were covered in oil, grass trimmings, and gasoline, and I smelled like a barn. Let's just say, this isn't how I wanted to start my day. Oh well, time for a shower. I head inside and notice that I have a text message from Stephanie: Got acceptance letter from Providence, RI. East Coast here I come :) That was the nail in the coffin for this day. No doubt this spelled the end of our relationship. All I could muster was a 'congrats, hun' response. This summer was ending some several bad notes. This all just meant that I was going to spend the next three weeks mowing my parents yard, getting bad highs on shitty pot, bored out of my mind, with no girlfriend. Hell, I won't even have my best friend to bitch to about all of this. Speaking of Matt, may as well see what he's up to. I take a quick shower to wash off all of the defeat and gasoline, both of which made me smell terrible. I sent Matt a text and made my way over to his house. In the front yard was Susan, attempting to salvage some of her azaleas from being dried and fried in this summer heat. "Good morning, Mrs. Clark. Is Matt home?" I asked. "That boy is such a bum when school is out. I think he's still laying around his bedroom." "I can't blame him, it's supposed to peak over 95 degrees today," I said, trying to make the best of this chit-chat,"so, you get me that plane ticket yet?" I joked. "Yes, I'll have our butler go to the yacht to get some funds from the petty money account," she joked back, "you're really set on going to Mexico, aren't you?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Who wouldn't want to go to Costa Maya for two weeks with their best friend?" "Sam, I don't know if you'd believe me, or even want to consider it, but there is a way I'd be willing to give you my plane ticket and condo for the vacation, but it may seem a little off-the-wall what I'd be asking for. Hear me out?" She said. "Hit me with your best shot, Mrs. Clark. Whatever it is, it can't be worse than the day I've had so far," I say as I fill her in with latest details of my unlucky, potentially-single life. "You poor boy. Stephanie would be a fool if she left you when she goes to college," Susan sympathized. "Sam, what if you went to Costa Maya in my place?" Excitedly, I said, "You'd do that for me?!" "Well... yes... but I mean you would truly be going in my place. Sam, I have in my possession a talisman that allows two individuals to exchange bodies." "Gotcha, Mrs. Clark. You actually had me going there for a minute." "I'm not joshing you, Sam. Listen, it sounds crazy, but my great-uncle gifted me this relic many years ago. He said that it could be used once to exchange bodies, and again to return to your original body. According to him, it came from the greatest magician in all Tibet... who happened to have quite a gambling problem. At any rate, he recommended I hold onto it until I truly needed a break from my life. To be frank, spending two weeks away from my family, being young, and not having a ton of responsibilities sounds like the best way to relax. Sam, I'm asking to be you for two weeks while you go to Costa Maya in my place." From the look of her face, I was almost convinced she believed what she was saying. "Ha. Yep, let's do it." Simply put, I was extraordinarily skeptical about the whole situation,"I mean, it's a win:win for us. I go to Costa Maya and you get the vacation you actually want. So, are you going to show me this talisman or what?" I figured this is where she would let me know she was pulling my leg. "Of course, Sam. Follow me, I keep it hidden in the garage," she said as she led me into the garage attached to their home. She moved a few things, a hose, a sponge and bucket, and pulled an old shoebox from behind a work bench. She blew the dust off of the top and opened up the box, revealing some old photos, a few hand-written letters, and what appeared to the be talisman she was referring to. It was about 5 inches in diameter, and maybe about an inch thick. It looked to be made of some kind of stone, maybe marble, and had blues, reds, blacks, and yellows all swirling together, "here it is," she said as she handed it to me, "now be careful." Taking a closer look, I saw that on one side of the talisman there were two indentations opposite one another. On the other side, there were eight indentations, four opposite one another. On both sides, colors seemed to merge into each other, then come out totally different as they made their way from on indentation to its opposite. "We'll each hold the talisman with our hands and say 'make me' and the other person's name. My uncle called it Tonwar's Luck. I just call it 'the talisman'." I went from being the skeptic to getting a very eerie feeling about this piece of work (by piece of work, I mean both the talisman and Mrs. Clark). "You genuinely believe that if we do what your uncle said, we will switch bodies? And you whole-heartedly want to be in my body for two weeks while I am in your body down in Mexico?" "Sam, I've asked you, I've shown you, and now it all depends on you. Either you accept my offer, or we both go on with our lives." "Well, what can I say? I have had a flipping terrible day so far, so why don't I go ahead and accept your offer. I could use a few weeks away from here." She had an enormous smile on her face. "That's wonderful, Sam. We leave tomorrow afternoon for the trip, so why don't you and I meet up tonight around 2am, go over everything, make the exchange, and head back to our bodies' respective houses," she asked me, still unwavering in her conviction. "For now, please keep this to yourself." So, at this point, my head was spinning at the possibility of becoming my best friend's mother. I bailed on Matt and went home where I spent the rest of the day writing out some basic day-to-day instructions for Susan, if she chose to use them. I honestly couldn't believe that she honestly believed that we could switch bodies using some Tibetan talisman. Could I really go through with it? On one hand, I'd get to spend two weeks in Mexico with my best bud. On the other hand, I'd be Mrs. Clark. Now, it wasn't that Mrs. Clark wasn't attractive... but she wasn't, mostly due to time and life taking its toll. In her youth, she was a beautiful, thin, blonde. Nice as could be, heart of gold. She kept the heart of gold, but birthing and raising two children had left her swollen, looking worse for the wear. Her buxom body was somewhat saggy, somewhat fleshy, and mostly just used. At the age of 48, she wasn't exactly old, but her best years had left her. That got me to thinking, she's been such a great mother to Matt through her divorce, and she's done such a good job raising her daughter Lucy, it would be the least I could do to loan her my body for a brief period of time. Well, maybe the the least I could do, but something I would be willing to do nonetheless. As the night drew near, I said my goodnights to my parents, and locked up my room around 10pm. I set my alarm for 1:30am, just in case I actually fell asleep, but I knew good and well that wasn't going to happen. There was so much going through my mind. Would I keep it secret from Matt and Lucy? Would Susan be able to survive in my shoes (not that that is especially difficult)? Would it even be fun being an adult? Could I handle being a woman? So many questions, but the big was was definitely 'would this even work'? I sat back and watched some lacrosse on TV, futzed around on LoreCraft, and just waited for the time to come. Every minute that passed caused my throat to choke up a little more, the apprehension was making time drip by slowly. But finally, at 1:27, I turned off my alarm before it went off, and carefully climbed out the window of our one-story home. I brought with me a few things I thought I might need if the switch were to actually happen, like some emergency numbers and other tidbits. As I made my way over the Clark's house, I spotted Susan sitting at the end of her driveway in a pair of sweats. "You sure about this," she questioned me one last time,"it isn't too late to back out". "No, this is going to be so weird, but the bottom line is that it gives me a great vacation with Matt, and gives you a great vacation without any responsibilities. Let's do this." We briefly touched on where we left the notes for one another to follow in case things got hairy, as well as email addresses, and some other day-to-day information. It was time. Mrs. Clark walked me into their garage, and revealed the talisman. "Matt had some a glass of wine with dinner, so he's out. I gave Lucy an anti-histamine before bed, so she's not budging," she explained. "Okay, we'll both grab a side with one hand, putting our fingers in the respective indentations." I followed her lead. "On the count of three, say 'Make me Susan', and then we'll see if my uncle was telling the truth." "....One," she said, staring into my eyes. "....Two." I was actually going to switch bodies with my best friend's 48-year old mother. "...Three!" "Make me Susan." "Make me Sam," we said simultaneously. Almost like watching oil shift colors in the breeze, the shades connecting the indentations began to pulsate into one another. Reds were colliding with blues, forming beautiful shades of purple, which was offset by veins of yellow and black rolling through the middle. The talisman felt slick, cool on my fingers. That's when it hit me. My vision burst into a kaleidoscope of blurred colors, every shade imaginable. My head was spinning, and it felt as if I was being lifted off the ground. I guess you could say I began believing Mrs. Clark's uncle wasn't full of shit. Then, as if falling back to earth in a speedy orbit, I felt gravity begin to place me back on the ground, it was as if I was falling, but there was no wind flowing through my hair, nothing but a sinking feeling, with a loud ringing in my ears. Then it stopped. All of it. Everything. There was only black. At first, I was too petrified to move. What had just happened had been one of the most wonderful, terrifying experiences of my life. There was only me and my thoughts at this time. Then, as bravely as a child checking under their bed for a monster, I peeked open one eye. I was still in the garage, that was for sure. The other eye slowly cracked open. I was still holding onto half of the talisman. Those were the only two things that I was certain of. Looking at my hand, I knew the exchange had worked. I had just switched bodies with Mrs. Clark. It was weathered, slightly darker than my own hand, no doubt from the years of gardening and spending time outdoors. But there was still a slight elegance to it. My fingernails were just slightly longer, with just a small taper on them. There was no nail polish, but it was obvious these nails were taken care of. My fingers were thin, gone were my bulging knuckles, replaced by smaller, ball-bearing like joints. There were veins running through my hands. Ha, my hands. These were my hands now. That was all the further I got of my self-inspection before... "Sam, is that you?" my body questioned. I had never heard my own voice, is that what I sound like? Ew. "Mrs. Clark, I... I can't believe this," I answered. My voice, sweet with a touch of throatiness that comes with maturity. "What do we do now?" "I don't know," I responded. Let's be frank, this was a new experience for me. I didn't really know how to handle it. What couldn't have been worst timing, there was a commotion inside. Clearly, somebody was awake. "What do we do?!" I whispered... loudly. "Sam, I left you a cheat-sheet on the nightstand in my bedroom. You still have a few hours to back out before the flight leaves tomorrow. I have to go, I don't know how we would explain this to Matt." ...and with that, Mrs. Clark, in my body, snuck out the side door in the garage and left me there. Completely alone. In her body. I stepped, each movement an absolutely foreign feeling. "Ugh... Mom... it's just you. I heard voices... whatever, I'm going back to bed." Thank God, it was just Matt. "Goodnight... honey...." I tried in my best 'mom-voice'. I was still in shock, completely stunned by the events that had just taken place. "We have an early start tomorrow, let's get to sleep." I made my way to where I knew Mrs. Clark's room to be. Each step, I felt her aged body tremble, jiggle, and vibrate under the impact of her feet. My thighs rubbed together slightly, and I felt my new, large ass raise and lower with each step. My love handles protruded slightly over the elastic waist band of the flannel pajama bottoms I was wearing, which were stretched taught from my excess weight. I could tell I was wearing a bra, but it was fighting a losing battle against my sizable breasts. This was going to be quite the experience. Just remember, I told myself, you're going to Mexico while doing something nice for your best friend's mother. When I arrived at her room, I saw the bed had been turned, and considering how emotionally draining the last few minutes had been, I slipped right into bed, turned off the light, and tried to get comfortable. Tried is the keyword here. I slept on my stomach, always had, always will. That is, until I had to deal with my breasts. I just couldn't get in a position where I didn't feel strange. My breasts were uncomfortable while I was on my stomach, my bra pinched me while I was on side and back, it was awful! After about five minutes of rolling and turning and tossing, I figured it out. I had to get rid of this evil contraption known as the bra. I stood up and took my blouse off. Ugh... age pocks, stretch marks, and dimples. It had to be done. I reached behind, and grabbed what I thought had to be the hardest working clasps in America. I pulled in opposite directions til I felt them separate. Immediately, my shoulders felt a wave of relief as my breasts billowed downward. Feeling their full weight and freedom was remarkably wonderful. I put my blouse back on, and walked back to bed, boobs swaying with each step. Soo much better, I thought. I was able to fall right asleep on my side with no problems. Part Two I awoke with a jolt. You know that feeling when you lay down for a nap and wake up several hours later, having trouble remembering what day, time, or even century it is? Yeah, it was just like that. I just laid still, trying to remember why I wasn't in my room. The ceiling wasn't the same color, and neither were the walls. That dresser wasn't mine, but I felt like I had seen it before. There was also a jewelry box and mirror on the wall that I recognized, but couldn't put my finger on it. I looked down and noted that the covers looked different, and definitely felt different. Boldly, at least in my mind, I brought my arm up from under the covers. Immediately my mind cleared and I knew exactly where, and more importantly who, I was. Begrudgingly, I crawled out of bed and walked over to the vanity mirror on the dresser. There I was, bags under my eyes, crows feet, my hair was a mess. As I turned to head to the bathroom, I felt my ample, saggy breasts swing with the momentum of my turn. This was going to take some getting used to. I smirked, thinking about the events that led up to where I'm at right now. The good news was that I'll be sitting on the beach in 24 hours, sipping a drink, and chillin' with my best bud. And with that thought, my spirits were revitalized and I began to get ready for the day. Luckily, the master bath was connected to the master bedroom where I slept, so I was able to get my bearings without encountering either of my children yet. I walked over to the dresser and opened the top right drawer to grab a pair of black, cotton underwear and a black bra. The drawer below contained some blouses, so I picked out a dark purple blouse to wear, and finally, I walked to the closet to grab a pair of black shorts. Simple attire, but should suffice for the long flight. With my clothes collected, I entered the bathroom and began to strip down. My night gown came off simply. I'll admit that the fabric which felt foreign against my skin last night felt quite nice today. I slipped my underwear down each leg, and once I was no longer protected from my clothing, I took an eye-full of myself. I mean, I knew what to expect, so the shock wasn't so bad. In fact, each passing second I was becoming more and more comfortable in this body. That's not to say I was totally comfortable, but the novelty was wearing off and the reality was slowly being accepted. I turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. While waiting, I looked down at my chest. I had seen plenty of sets of breasts in my short life, but this vantage point was truly something else. I've noted before that they sag. That's a given, Susan had reared two children. It's a fact that gravity will eventually take its toll. What blew my mind was how large they were. I mean, before we had swapped, I knew that she had some honkers, but actually having them on my body was a completely different experience. They looked so much larger from up here. My nipples were several inches wide to boot. I cupped my breasts, and thought to myself, 'how are my ladies doing today'. Ha, I had a pet name for them already. I notice just how sensitive my areolas were, it sent slight pulses throughout my breasts and up my shoulders to the back of my head. It looks like there are going to be some definite perks to becoming a middle-aged woman. The steam started to collect in the bathroom, so I figured it was time to get in. The water felt great cascading down my body. There were some definite perks to this switch, I thought. I went through the normal routine, washing my hair, using the loofah the scrub my body, shaving my legs, which was much easier than I had anticipated. It was almost like this body was going on auto-pilot for some of these things. When I finished up, I stood in the shower for a few minutes and just relaxed. I had a feeling it was about to get much more hectic in the near future. I stepped out of the shower and put on my underwear. It was snug against my bottom, and pinched the fat around my abdomen slightly. I pulled my shorts up after that, buttoned them down, which took some extra effort. Maybe I'll lose five pounds for Mrs. Clark, I thought. The bra was next. Taking it off last night was a relief, one that I didn't want to end so soon. Alas, it had to be done. I put it on backwards, snapped the clasps together, then spun it around. I put each of my flabby arms through the shoulder-straps and plopped each breast into their respective cup. After tightening down the shoulder straps, I looked in the mirror. 'Hmm', I thought to myself, 'maybe just a little more lift for the ladies today'. I shortened up the straps a little more until I was satisfied with the job I had done with my boobs. Finally, I rolled on some deodorant, pulled on my shirt, and braced myself to face my new, temporary family, but not before checking out the note Mrs. Clark had left me before our switch last night. 'If you're reading this, it means the swap worked. First and foremost, thank you so much for the vacation from my life. I love my family more than anything, but a few days off will be very appreciated. I know you probably have a million questions, so don't hesitate to email, call, or text me. My phone is on the nightstand. The tickets and itinerary for the trip are under the phone. Your suitcase has already been packed with everything you'll need. Travel documents are in the kitchen, and a taxi will be picking the three of you up around 10:30am. See you in two weeks.' That was it? That's all the guidance she thought I would need? Either she had an extraordinary amount of faith in me, or she simply didn't care what happened over the next few weeks. Could I tell Matt what we had done? Would being mother to a young daughter be that easy? I really felt like there was going to be something she missed... especially because she didn't really write anything. Well, when in Rome, do as the Roman's do. Or when in your best friend's mother's body about to leave the country with her two kids, do your best not to freak out. With that small panic attack aside, I decided it was time to confront my new family, maintaining the guise of Susan Clark. My hair was brushed, I was wearing comfortable cloths with black flats, and everything was squared away for our trip. The only thing I found slightly weird about this whole morning (minus waking up in someone else's body) was that I knew exactly which drawers had the clothes I needed to wear, as well as slipping into Mrs. Clark's mannerisms without much concentration. Granted, it was nice to not have to concentrate on every little thing I did, I just found it peculiar. Besides, all I needed to do was keep up appearances with Lucy and Matt, and I'd be basking in the sun in a few short days. I opened the door to my bedroom and made my way down the hall, noticing the difference in how Susan's body moved. There was a slight shift in her hips with each step she took, somewhat elegant, dainty, and just a little smoother than how I walked in my old body. Moving through the hall, I heard Matt and Lucy in the kitchen already, talking about how stoked they are about leaving today. "You know the drinking age is 18 down there, right?" Matt said. "Yeah, like mom would ever let you get drunk, anyways." Lucy retorted. "Who said anything about drinking while down there, children," convincing myself that I could do this. "Maybe uno cerveza with dinner, but you won't be getting wild on my watch." Man, I'm pretty good at this. "Are you two packed and ready to go? The taxi will be here in two hours." They both confirmed their preparedness with excitement. "Mom, Cozumel is supposed to be incredible this time of the year," Matt said. "That's the idea, right?" I said, winking at Matt. "It's almost like I had planned for this or something." "Hardy-har-har. Just letting you know how excited I am to take this trip," he retorted. "Alright, guys. Just relax and watch some TV, be sure you're showered, and I'll make us a snack so we don't get hungry. It's going to be a long flight." I made my way over to the cupboard and took out some peanut butter, raisins, almonds, bread. In the fridge, I pulled out some celery and jelly. I made up a couple of PBJ sandwiches and some ants-on-a-log. The almonds, I just set aside in a bowl. Good and good for you, I always say. ...Did I always say that? I didn't feel like that was something I would say, but sure enough, the thought was in my head. "Kids, the snacks are on the island when you're ready," I said loud enough for them to hear over the TV. "Really, mom? PBJ and ants-on-a-log?" Matt said, unappreciative of the bounty laid before him. "Hey, I'm already on vacation mode, so be happy. Besides, ants-on-a-log is one of your favorites." "True story, mom. Who can resist peanut butter and raisins together?" Matt said. The kids were satisfied with their snack and went back to watching TV. I kept getting this eerie feeling in the back of my mind. How was some of this stuff coming so easily to me? Probably because I was so familiar with the Clarks, I assumed. Either way, it was about time to take off. We gathered our things as I did a once over of the house, going from room to room checking to make sure there weren't any fire hazards or anything else wasting electricity. Finally, the taxi arrived and we loaded up our bags. I grabbed the passports, plane tickets, and hotel reservation and we were off. "Mom, are we going to get tacos while we're there," Lucy questioned. "Honey, we'll make sure to get you whatever you want," I responded while walking her to the car. The kids sat in the back while I took the passenger seat. "To the airport," I told the driver. Sitting down in the car, I buckled up. Typically and uneventful situation, but under the current circumstances, I realized that the belt buckle acts as a cleavage-maker with my new assets. I could feel it slip between my breasts, while it moved Lady Left further away from her right-sided twin. Ah, the joys of being a woman, I mused. Other than that, the kids chatted away in the back, while I sat silently in the front. Each bump in the road made me want to blush. It sent a quiver from my cankles through my shoulders and into my cheeks. Just when I thought I was getting comfortable in this body, I thought. After a fifteen minute, $23 cab ride, we were dropped off at our ticketing terminal. The driver opened my door, and I swayed slightly left before using the returning momentum to get myself out of the front bucket seat. All that extra padding in my hind-end was a real pain in the... 'worst. pun. ever.' I thought to myself with a chuckle. Yes, the excitement was starting to get to me also. The thought of being able to sit on the beach, hang with Matt, and legally drink was something I was looking forward to. I mean, there would obviously be better circumstances for this to happen, like my girlfriend could be here, Lucy could be at home, and... y'know... I could still be a 17 year-old male. But hey, when life gives you saggy boobs, you just gotta wear a better push-up bra. "Matt, wait here with Lucy while I check us all in," I told him once we entered the terminal. There were two people in front of me, and as I stood there waiting, I began to wonder if and how I would explain to Matt that he isn't on vacation with Susan Clark, but rather his best friend Sam in Susan's body. I mean, I'd hope he wouldn't try to check me into a Mexican mental hospital. I'd say stranger things have happened, but let's be frank, this is about as weird as it gets. I took in my surroundings, this was a rather small airport, but serviced flights to Mexico, so it was a perfect fit for this trip. It was hardly ever crowded, and today was no exception. "Ma'am" Standing looking at all the departures made me wonder why everybody was going wherever they were going. "Excuse me, ma'am" I mean, there are dozens of outbound flights from this airport every day. It just blew my mind that so many people needed to get to some many places so frequently. "Ma'am, we're ready for you!" I snapped out of my daydream when I realized I was the 'ma'am' the ticketing agent was referring to. I stepped up to the counter, too closely I might add, as my bountiful bosom bounced slightly off the edge. I swore so loudly in the back of my head, but just gave the nice girl a big smile. That was another thing, even my teeth felt different. It was like they had a little more texture to them than my old body's teeth. You start to notice the strangest things when you live a few hours in someone else's body. The rest of the transaction was simple enough, I showed her our IDs, explaining that I was having a bad hair day when they snapped my passport photo. I'm not really sure why I told her that, but it felt like the right thing to say. After that, I gathered the kids and was walked on over the the security check in. That was a fiasco that would have been painful, my body or hers. We walked over to our terminal with plenty of time to spare. "One hour to spare," Matt said. "Better safe than sorry," I replied. "I don't know how some people think showing up to the airport 30 minutes before a flight will be enough time. It would drive me crazy." "To be fair, mom, most things drive you crazy," Matt joked. "Well, I can be a cool mom too," I said as I walked over to the bar next to where we were sitting. I'd show Matt. I mean, if I'm going to live the life of an older woman, I may as well enjoy the perks. So I walked myself over to the bar, busted out my ID, and waited for the bartender to notice me. "No worries, ma'am. You're good," he said, nodding at my ID. I scoffed at him, then said,"Spud Light draft, please." And with that, I had officially embraced the finer parts of being a middle-aged woman. The beer was cold, held in a frosty pint glass. When I took my first sip at the bar, it didn't taste like I had remembered. Beer was something that I could stomach in my old body, but never really liked the taste. In Susan's body, however, it had a more mellow, sweet taste. I guess different taste-buds would cause that to happen. Makes sense to me. I made my way back over to where Matt and Lucy were sitting, plopped myself down between them, and went over a quick gameplan for the next few hours. "Alright, so the flight from here to Cancun is going to last about 9 hours. I brought some anti-histamines, which should knock you out for a few hours. There's an in-flight movie that will start one hour after take-off. My suggestion is to stay away through the movie, then take the meds and sleep the rest of the flight. Before you know it, we'll be in sunny Mexico!" I was such a pro at pretending to be Mrs. Clark. The only question was, how did I know all of that? I mean, it makes sense, it just rolled off my... her tongue so naturally. Before I knew it, I had finished my beer and it was time to board. My head was just slightly fuzzy, and it felt great. I was seated next to Matt, and Lucy was just across the isle in her own seat. With our carry-on luggage stowed, seats in the full, upright position, tray tables up, and cell phones on 'airplane mode', we were ready for takeoff. Once again, I noticed some of the more... physical differences in my new body. As the plane began to take-off, I grimaced as I realized I hadn't tightened my bra straps recently. Before I knew it, my chest felt like it was going to be resting under my chin. I could feel my belly quiver under the momentum of take-off. Luckily, it only lasted one or two minutes before we were at cruising altitude. "One double-vodka tonic," I told the flight attendant as she walked by. "$9.50, ma'am," she responded as she handed me my drink. "Wow, I guess you really are in vacation mode, mom," Matt said. Sipping my drink, I softly giggled and said, "Well, this must be one of those days when you feel younger than you really are." After about twenty minutes, I could see Lucy was already adjusting to the white noise of the flight and was just about to pass out. Excellent, I thought, the more she slept, the easier the flight would be for her. As I approached the bottom of my drink, I was beginning to really enjoy the decision I had made to switch bodies with Mrs. Clark. I mean, I get to drink, party, and hang out with my best friend on an all-expenses paid trip to Mexico. Granted, the catch was a pretty big one, or two, or three, but it was worth it as long as I kept myself somewhat socially lubricated. Gulping down the last of my drink, I figured now was as good of time as any to go ahead and fill Matt in on what was really going on. The thought thrilled me at first, but in a moment of clarity I realized I'm going to literally sound like a crazy old lady. That's when the idea popped in my head. "Two Spud Lights, please," I requested. "Mom, shouldn't you wait til we actually touch down?" Matt questioned. "One is for you, but I can always send it back," I said. "But I'm not 21, don't you think they'll notice?" "Just got with it, worst case scenario is that they won't serve you." After receiving our beers, no questions asked, I thought it would be a good time to catch Matt up to speed. "Matt, do you remember me ever mentioning your great-uncle that did a lot of travelling while you were young," I asked. "You've mentioned him, why?" "When he was travelling through the subcontinent, he met a great magician... a great magician with a gambling problem. After the magician lost his ass in cards, all he had left to trade was a great relic he had found while exploring rural, western China. This relic was known as Tonwar's Luck." I could see I was losing him, so I sped up the story. "Matt, I'm not your mother." "You mean I'm adopted?!" He half-shouted. "No no no, Matt. That talisman I was talking about... well, your mother and I used it to switch bodies. I'm Sam, your best friend." Part Three Matt looked at me, half-angry, half-startled, 100% skeptical. "What are you talking about? You're Sam? More like you're full of it," he quipped. To be frank, I knew he wouldn't believe me. "I'm not joking, Matt. I'm not playing around. I'm not trying to mess with you. Your mother and I switched bodies last night. I'm Sam, in your mom's skin," I said, as convincingly as possible. "Listen, I covered for you the night you got so wasted at Ryan's party you couldn't even walk home. I called your mom and told her you were staying at my house, and that we were going hiking in the morning, just so you could sleep off the hangover." "Sam said he'd never tell anyone about that... I was so embarrassed. Why would he tell you that now? How else would you know?" He said, seemingly asking himself. "Look, just try me. I know I look like Susan Clark, but believe me, it is 100% Sam in here." "Alright, how did I get so wasted that night?" He asked. "Because after having a few beers, you dug into the jello shots, not knowing they had a ton of vodka in them." "...Sam, is that really you?" I looked down at myself, shrugged my shoulders, gestured at myself and said,"Looks can be deceiving, young man. But don't worry, Susan is just fine. We decided it'd be great if I could go on the vacation with you while she stays back and enjoys some time with her newly regained youth." I went on to explain the conversation I had with his mother, and how strange everything has been so far. He seemed to take to it surprisingly well. "So, bottom line, I get to spend the rest of this vacation with Sam, and not my mother?" "Indeed. It seems like this will be a once-in-a-lifetime experience for all parties involved," I responded. "Ha. Who's lifetime? Bad joke." We went back and forth for awhile, knocking back another beer or two along the way. By the time the new situation was just getting comfortable, the plane was approaching the airport in Mexico. Naturally, I was reminded again about the... ahem... joys of being a woman. As the plane began descending, everything began jiggling again. My age-marked fingers dug into the side console, as I felt the vibrations run from my calves up through my thighs and into my mid- section. Not necessarily an uncomfortable feeling, but rather another difference of being in the body of an aging, curvy mother-of-two. Finally, when the landing sequence ended, the three of us grabbed our bags and headed for the exit. The next step was to hail and cab and get to the resort, then this vacation will have officially started. "Lucy, hold my hand while we wait for the cab," I told my daughter. "Mom, I'm too old for that," she replied. I felt a slight tinge of sadness hearing that from Lucy. She never felt that way before... but maybe she's just starting to grow up. It won't be long before she's getting her license, and then she'll be off to college, I thought to myself as we waited by the curb. "So, mom... what's the plan?" Matt asked. Snapping out of that strange train of thought, I let Matt and Lucy know that the resort wasn't far from here. We snagged a cab easily, gotta appreciate the gringo love in Mexico. "Ll?vanos el resort Casa del Sol por favor" I rattled off. "Dude, I didn't know you knew Spanish," Matt whispered to me. I wasn't really sure where that came from, I was taking French in school. "Gracias por el paseo, que tengas un buen d?a," I said as we got out of the cab. Standing in front of the resort, I realized how awesome of a deal this was for me. The place looked incredible, with white, sandy beaches, perfect weather, and plenty to do, this was going be awesome. I checked us in, and we carried our bags up the room. I had my own room, with Matt and Lucy sharing a connected suit. With our stuff unpacked, the three of us sat around the common area, just taking it all in. "So, I'm famished, what are we doing for dinner?" I said. "Tacos!" cried Lucy. "Looks like we have a winner. We'll grab some dinner, then come back here so we can get an early start tomorrow morning. Everybody get cleaned up, we'll meet back together in 20 minutes," I said as I walked by to my room. Having unpacked Susan's suitcase, I realized she wasn't planning on being extraordinarily modest during this trip. I freshened up in the bathroom, and put on tank-top with a white, full-length skirt. "Alright, kiddos, let's roll out," I said. The restaurant was beautiful, with stone carvings resembling Mayan art, and an enormous fountain in the middle. As expected, we had a great time. It really seemed like everyone was in a great mood. The food was wonderful, and the margarita I ordered was spectacular. We finished up and headed back to the rooms. Lucy, Matt, and I watched the most recent Bizney movie. I could hardly keep my eyes open by the end, so I bid my children goodnight and went back to my room. Having gone through this process already, I was really excited to just take my bra off and lay down. Again, the freedom of removing that support system really makes all the difference in the world when it comes to relaxing comfort. I slipped on my nighty, brushed my teeth, and finally made it to bed. All seemed well with the world, but I just couldn't slip that feeling that it was strange that I was able to recall so much about being Susan... Part Four The sun peaked through the curtains ever so slightly, and warmed my face as I opened my eyes. Although I had a mild headache, most likely from the drinks yesterday, I felt very well rested. After some yawning, accompanied by some big stretches, I reluctantly made my way out of the remarkably comfortable bed I had been enjoying. Honestly, it felt like it had been years since I had slept that well. No interruptions, a nice warm bed, and no need to worry about an alarm in the morning. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I made my way to the bathroom to get ready in the morning. Looking in the mirror, I was pleased with what I saw. Yes, it wasn't the same as being the spry teenager I once was, but there was a subtle beauty that came along with being an elegant woman of age. Sure, the bag under my eyes may not be the most appealing, but I was beginning to feel like they were signs of experience rather than age. Getting dressed was a cinch. I went ahead and put one a black one-piece bathing suit, the white skirt from last night, and a button-down blouse. Listening in on the accompanying room, I was sure the kids were still asleep, so I figured now would be a good time to shoot an email to Susan to see how well she was faring back in Ohio. 'Susan, hope things are going well back home. Our flight went smoothly and I've been adjusting quite well to our situation. I really hope you are able to take advantage of my body and your time on vacation while we're down here in Mexico. The kids have been really well-behaved so far. Other than that, I have nothing new to report. ps - Have you been picking up any of my habits? Take care!' I hit send, and walked down to the first floor to grab a quick bite to eat. Bagel and cream cheese, capers, and tomato, absolutely perfect. Granted, it was different than the bacon and eggs that I usually preferred, but today, it really hit the spot. As I sat in the hotel lobby finishing my breakfast, I noticed a group of five young girls, probably late-teens, early-20s, checking into their room at this hotel. They were gorgeous. Tan, tall, and thin. And by the sound of their chatter, they were hoping to find an equally great group of guys to tag along with. I had to stop myself from approaching the group... something about a 48-year old woman hitting a group of college girls probably wouldn't go over so well, I thought to myself with a pang of sorrow. Until now, I hadn't really considered all of the repercussions of taking part in this switcharoo. Sure, it's been coming up roses so far, but I was getting antsy in my pantsy for a little action. And with that feeling of failure about not being able to hit on girls, I made my way back up to the room to wake up the kids. I suppose I could at least tip of Matt about the flock of hotties staying here. I rapped on their door, "Kids, time to get up." I head an "okay, mom" from the other side. A few minutes later, my two disheveled children opened the door to their room, looking like a couple of zombies. "Okay. We're up. What now," Matt said flatly. "Can we go to the beach," Lucy said with unmatched enthusiasm. "That's the plan, grab your things. I already packed the beach bag" was my response. The beach was located behind the hotel, so we simply had to walk there. On the way, I filled Matt in about the group of girls I scoped out while eating breakfast. Through his tired eyes, I could see that I was starting to speak his language. He had me describe the group of girls and asked me to let him know if I spot them while we're at the beach. Naturally I, being the kind of guy... err, woman... I am, obliged. We picked a spot about 20 meters from the water and laid out our beach towels. I was donning my sun hat and sunglasses. Matt and Lucy ran down to the water to go swimming. I went ahead and took off my blouse and skirt to get some sun. And boy howdy, did the sun ever feel good on my skin. Sure, being braless, even in a one-piece that allegedly has support, wasn't the most comfortable, but once the sun beams starting beating down on my body, I was in heaven. After a 20-minute catnap, I awoke to see Matt and Lucy throwing a football around in the surf. I figured this would be as good of a time as any to hang out with them. Getting up, I started jogging... and after about three steps, decided that was an entirely terrible idea. Ha. I'm almost surprised the ladies didn't make an appearance for all to see. Grumbling to myself about my stupidity and anatomy, I briskly walked over to Matt. "I'm open, Lucy," I hollered. She tossed me the ball, which for being a 12-year old, was a great throw. Now, I don't mean to brag, but I played a lot of football growing up, spending the last four years as a tight- end for the high school team. However, my football instincts must have stuck around with my old body, but Susan's body reacted to the throw by sticking her arms straight out, almost as an attempt to block the ball from hitting her face, rather than an actual attempt to catch the ball. "Ha, great hands, ma," Matt joked. "Very funny, Matt," I quipped. Bending over to pick up the ball, I felt like it was time for redemption. However, my body's proprioceptors definitely were not tuned in for throwing either. As the ball left my hands, it resembled that of a duck... that had just been shot... and as it flew end-over-end, Matt called for a 'fair catch', and took a knee as the ball landed slowly, safely into his hands. "Wow, looks like someone is a little out of practice," he jested. "Well, that's about enough of that," I said, frustrated beyond reason. I'm a pretty competitive person, and to have my natural born skill stripped of me was infuriating. "You guys have fun, I'm going to soak in some more sun," I said, trying my hardest not to sound like a sore loser. Sitting down, I ordered a margarita, rocks, sugar, no salt. I mean, if there was going to an upside to this stupid decision I made, it was going to be that I could enjoy all the great things of being an adult. Sulking in my resentment became much more enjoyable when the wait staff brought me my drink. Not wanting to be a spoil sport, I had them bring me an extra beer for Matt when he wanted to take a break. Matt and Lucy came over to the area I had set up, and we all spent the next little bit of time together, just relaxing in the sun, and enjoying one another. I was finding this type of activity to be the most enjoyable. Honestly, I was able to bullshit with Matt, and joke around with Lucy, and the whole experience was just relaxing, and care-free. "Well, Lucy, are you ready to start your art camp tomorrow?" Matt asked his sister. "I guess, mom said my class is going to make clay artifacts like what they found at the ruins," she responded. "Could be worse," he said, "you could have to spend all day shopping and walking around with this old lady," pointing at me. "Hardy-har-har, Matt. I'll have you know that this art camp is one of the best reviewed activities here," I said with a touch of snootiness. "Besides, Lucy will be back to spend time with us every afternoon." "Ugh... I guess. Matt's the worst," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "Yeah, you're pretty awesome, too," Matt joked. "Enough you too. How about we clean up and catch an early show?" I suggested. Just as the words had come out of my mouth, I saw the group of girls from earlier today, and pointed them out to Matt. "There they are, dude," I whispered. "Go for it." Lucy and I began to pack up our little site as Matt made his way over to the group of girls. Things looked like they were going pretty well for him. The girls were laughing, and he was the center of attention. After a moments, he jogged back over to us. "Guess who's got a date tomorrow morning to go body surfing... this guy does." I just rolled my eyes and congratulated him for a job well done. We all made our way back to our rooms for a light snack, change of clothes, and quick nap. The hotel was putting on an amazing show this afternoon, and we were all pretty excited to attend. I made my way into my room and drew the curtains. I kept some light entering the room to ensure I wouldn't pass out too hard. After 30 minutes or so of napping, I heard my door open and saw Matt tip-toeing over to my bed. With a very serious aura about himself, Matt crouched beside me, looked me in the eyes and said, "Listen, Sam. We need to talk, I think there's going to be an issue."