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Barry closed the screen on his laptop, finally finishing his last class before winter break. It had become the norm for him, considering the state of affairs. 2020 wasn't so bad, but he was over virtual school, he was over seeing his family ALL of the time, and he was over hearing everyone's complaints about their lives. Tossing his laptop aside, he grabbed his phone and started scrolling through Instagram to see what his friends were up to. Across the hallway, Ginger had her camera turned off, but still had the audio on so she could hear her teacher just in case she needed to prove she was still paying attention. Who actually teaches the day before break, she thought to herself. Being a senior during a pandemic was so lame. No homecoming dance. No prom. No running the school. She was tired of trying to keep up the popular appearances on insta, knowing good and well that if school was in person, her classmates would be posting about her. But now... now she has to do all the handy work. Paul was still hard at work in the kitchen, attending yet another meeting for the end-of-year earnings reports. Admittedly, he enjoyed dressing down over the past 10 months, but the endless hours of screentime was a bit of a nuisance. He was just relieved that his position has a data analyst was deemed necessary when so many of his co-workers had been laid off. He knew it wasn't easy in this climate, so if it meant he needed to attend six hours of meetings, so be it. Downstairs, Peach was finishing yet another load of laundry. She was simply thankful for the fact that pretty much everything the family wore was machine washable and tumble dry low. Since she was in her last semester as a graduate student online, the pandemic hadn't hit her so hard. She mostly just missed having a quiet household for a few hours during the day. But in the big scheme of things, she was happy Paul was still employed and that no one was ill. The thing is, while everyone was in a groove, they all felt... a bit meh. The doldrums of social distancing, mask wearing, online everything had just put a damper on how life used to be... lively! It wasn't so bad. They all knew that they had their health. They all appreciated the fact that they had food, a roof over their heads, and that it would all pass eventually. But that didn't change the fact that so much had seemed to lose the luster that it once offered. As a junior in high school, Barry was looking forward to marching band, pep band, and the speech club. Ginger was aching to get out of the house and see the world once she graduated, but knew that wouldn't happen immediately. Paul was satisfied with his work, but it wasn't nearly as enjoyable as it had been around the water cooler. And Peach, well, she had already been begging to get back in the workforce for years. This pandemic may have been the best, or worst, timing for her, considering she was just about to graduate. She was happy for the time she had with her family, but she was sad to see this was how her kiddos had to spend their upperclassmen years in school. As the doorbell rang, Harvey began barking incessantly. Paul just figured it was another online order being fulfilled. Ginger just rolled her eyes at the minor disturbance. Peach didn't even flinch as she continued dealing with the laundry. Eventually, Barry made his way downstairs, face still glued to his phone as he opened the front door. "Dude, get back," he said to Harvey as he blocked the way so the pup couldn't interfere. The box was plain enough. Brown cardboard secured with invisible packaging tape. It was addressed to 'The Cobblers'. Barry brought it into the kitchen where his father was working. Figuring it was something for the holidays, he went ahead and opened it up. "A Staples button?" Barry said, more confused than anything. It was plain enough, a metallic, rectangular cube with a big red button in the middle. There also appeared to be a timer or clock of some sort just below the button. But that was it. No pictures. No text. Nothing. "Hey dad, any idea what this is?" Looking up from his laptop, Paul shrugged and stepped over to take a closer peek. Raising an eyebrow, he shook his head not knowing what to say. "Ginger, Peach, come here for a minute," he hollered. Ginger trudged down the stairs while Peach was already walking through the kitchen, laundry basket attached to her hip. "You brought me down here to look at a box?" Ginger said, rolling her eyes. "Who ordered this?" Paul asked. No one answered, adding a bit to the mystery. "Maybe it was the wrong address?" Peach suggested, but then Barry told her it was addressed to the Cobblers. Almost absent-mindedly, Barry pushed the red button to see if anything would happen. There wasn't any sound, no reaction to speak of, but the timer on the box lit up. "Hey, look here," Barry said pointing out that it now read '12:00' and immediately began counting down. "I wonder what--" And he stopped as he felt like he was about to pass out. As the pang of fear ran through him, he noticed that his mother, father, and sister were also struggling to remain standing. That's when it hit him. His vision burst into a million shades of blue as he felt himself become completely ethereal. No physical body to speak of, Barry could only sense the world around him. And almost like a magnet, he could tell something was steering him in some direction, but he had no idea what or why this was happening. Then, almost like jumping into a giant pile of pillows at full speed, his vision returned and he was physical again. As he looked up, he saw something quite strange. His sister and his father were pointing at each other with a look of terror on their faces. "Y-y-you..." his father stuttered. His sister looked down. "B-b-but... it can't be," she sputtered out. "Oh my god," he heard from someone else in the room. Turning around, Barry was greeted by the strangest site. It was himself, looking quite scared. Taking a step towards the doppleganger, the situation was beginning to add up in his mind. "Oh no. Oh fucking no," he whispered as his fears began to be confirmed. Pointing at the clone, he noticed that his hands were much smaller. He grabbed the hair dangling onto his shoulders and viewed it, while noticing the large breasts now attached to his chest. That's when the mismatched family all realized they had just switched bodies with each other. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" the group screamed in unison. The four mixed-up family members patted their bodies up and down with varying looks of chagrin, terror, fear, and confusion upon their faces. Peach, now in Barry's body, placed the metallic box on the nearby table and walked over to her former body. "Barry, is... is that you in there?" Barry, still looking down at his hands and inspecting his body, finally met eyes with his former body and gave a weak nod. "Y-yes," was all he could muster. Across the kitchen, Ginger, now in her father's body, was sitting on the ground, head between her knees while her father (now daughter) tried his best to console her. "...But I'm so old now, and... and... none of the boys will like me," she was heard saying. Peach and Paul spent the next few minutes trying to calm their children down as best they could, which was no easy task considering how badly they wanted to freak out as well. Such is the life of the dedicated parent. Paul adjusted his bra strap a few times, still getting used to the new fit of his clothing, while Peach had to adjust her... ahem... boxers because of her new anatomy. Barry had made his way over to the kitchen table and tried not to go into sensor overload as the new fit of his clothing, the soft bounce of his body parts, and the feeling of his hair tickling his neck sent his mind into a whirlwind. That's when he saw it. [11:43:02] and it continued downwards. A few seconds later [11:42:56]. "Guys," he called out. Peach made her way over. "Do you think it was this?" Barry asked. "I mean, you pressed the button before everything happened. What did that timer read when you opened the package?" "It just read 12:00:00, but I think it's been counting down since then. Do... do you think we should press the button again?" Peach didn't have an answer. She looked over her should to see her husband weeping and her daughter trying their best to console. "Paul. Ginger. Come have a seat with us. We need to talk." "Let's go, honey," Paul said to his 48-year old, male daughter. The tightness of the jeans was foreign to Paul, and he cringed internally as he felt his underwear run up his... nevermind. Ginger was having the opposite problem. She felt like a caveman, with her scratchy beard, hair on her arms and legs, and limbs that were much more utilitarian than what she was used to. The pair continued over to the kitchen table and took a seat. For the first time, the group looked at each other, still in disbelief. Barry was now in the body of his 49-year old mother, looking every bit of her age. While still an active and daily walker, time and calories had stolen some of her former beauty. Her hips, waist, and breasts were swollen, while her arms and neck carried some extra weight. Still, her face held onto its elegance, and her hair was curly, brown, and beautiful. Peach, conversely, was in her son's lean body. Standing nearly six foot tall at the age of 17, Barry's mother was now lithe and scrappy, with shaggy brown hair. The first thing Peach noticed was just how easily each movement seemed. Opposite that pair was Paul and Ginger. Ginger was 18 and preparing for graduation and college just this morning, but now she occupied her father's 48-year old body. He was still handsome, if not a bit rugged. His beard was neatly trimmed, though sported a significant amount of grey hairs. He was an active runner, so he was still fairly lean. Ginger cringed when she thought about what she might have to look at if they couldn't fix this soon. Paul, also not excited about this prospect, was inspecting the box. His hands were much more dainty, and the dark blue nail polish still seemed strange to him. Ginger, standing only 5'3", but weighing nearly 150lbs, was a far cry from his former body. It seemed that every move he made caused a series of tertiary moves to happen all over his body. He found it quite... distracting. Peach was the first to speak. "So if I'm in Barry's body and he's in mine, does... does that mean that you two are..." she said pointing to her husband's body as well as her daughter's. Ginger nodded reluctantly. "I see. And if this happened because of this box," she said looking down at the timer that read [11:40:31]. "Then maybe we can fix this?" Barry chimed in, "Maybe we should try pushing the button again." "Or maybe that would make things worse," Paul rebutted. Looking down at the pendulous breasts concealed beneath his shirt, Barry said, "Yeah?" "Touch?," Paul admitted meekly in his new feminine voice. Barry timidly reached out with his newly acquired small digits. Slightly trembling, he brushed the top of the red button, and slowly pushed it down, practically wincing when it clicked... and then. ...nothing. "What?" Ginger spouted in her new baritone voice. Barry pushed it again, but nothing happened. He pushed it another time. And another just to make sure he's depressed it hard enough to trigger it again. All that happened was the timer continued to count down. Hour by hour. Minute by minute. Second by back-breaking second. The four of them all had a look of disappointment and release on their faces when they realized that wasn't going to be the solution to their current conundrum. "Guys, I think, whatever this thing is, is going to keep us like this until that timer runs down." Barry, Ginger, and Paul looked at Peach with disbelief, even if they knew she was right. She just happened to be the first to say what the rest was already thinking. "So what do we do?" asked Ginger. "Well, with just over 11 hours left, we can sleep a lot of this off. Since it's already 5pm, that means we can try again in the morning," Peach said. Barry had to admit it was nice having a voice of reason, considering the insanity that was currently taking place. He was literally in his mother's body. He looked around following her suggestion, and it seemed that his sister and father agreed that it was a reasonable response. "But... but what until tomorrow morning?" Ginger responded. She looked down at herself, still distraught at being a nearly 50-year old man. "We just have to hunker in. No one can know, and hopefully we can just push this button to go back to normal tomorrow," Peach said authoritatively from her teenage body. She knew that she was saying it more out of hopefulness rather than knowledge, but this was unmarked territory. Maybe it was her teenage hormones speaking, maybe it was her built-up tenacity as a stay-at-home mother, but something in her told her that the other three were seeking leadership. "I... I agree with mom," Barry said tenderly in his alto. "She's not wrong," Paul said in his new teenage voice. "Okay. Okay. We just have to stay put until that thing counts down," Ginger admitted reluctantly. "But what until then?" "I guess we just have to stay calm and, like mom said, hunker in," Barry answered. "It's already the evening, we just need to eat, clean, and sleep, and then it'll be morning, right?" "Right." "Riiiight." "Yes. He's right. I'll order some pizza, while you guys clean up," Peach said. "Barry, my credit card is right there, could you hand it to me?" Barry reached back to his pocket, feeling the significant cushion that was now a part of his body. Nothing was there though, so he tried his other back pocket, only to find the same result. He couldn't help but notice the girth of his rear, but that didn't help in paying for the pizza. "Ahem... It's right there," Peach said pointing at a purse right next to Barry. "Oh... OH!" he replied, a bit embarrassed that he didn't think of that when it was first suggested. He handed his mother the card. "Okay, I'll take care of dinner. Barry, you'll need to shower. Paul, just change into something else," Peach said abruptly realizing he wasn't taking this so well. "Ginger, I'll set out some bottoms and a top for you." "I... I guess," Ginger said. "Thank you so much, dear," Paul tried to croon in his new soprano voice, reaching out to his son's former body with his new delicate hand. All Barry could manage was a deep breath before making his first move. Okay... So I need to bathe... and change clothes... The very thought would've been disgusting just a few hours earlier, but in the current circumstances, it didn't seem so unreasonable. Paul, Ginger, and Barry all pushed back their chairs and started on their own treks, while Peach grabbed the phone to call in dinner. Needless to say, there was a bit of grimace on everyone's face. Making the first move, Paul pushed his chair in knowing good and well he needed to show some type of strength to his family, even though he was in a position of weakness while occupying his daughter's body. "Alright everyone, let's get to it," he said while pulling his shoulders back, which only made his breasts stick out further. Barry and Ginger both noticed how he had to pull his thong out of his ass crack, even though he tried to hide the less-than-proud moment. Apparently, Ginger was empowered by her father's motivation. "Alright, then. Let's do this," she said sliding her chair back into the table. "If you guys are okay, then I'm okay," Barry said, feeling more and more like the family was going to be a team about the whole situation. And then they all took their first steps... Paul nearly broke his ankle, while Ginger practically knocked the table over in her large form. Barry, on the other hand, simply came over with a case of vertigo as he could hardly see his feet beyond his huge chest and belly. "This might take a minute," Paul said, steadying himself on the nearby wall with a smirk. "Fair enough," his former body quipped and she righted the chair she nearly knocked over. "Fuck it, let's do this," she finished in a stark change from her former position of despair. Barry appreciated that his family was showing some courage. The idea that they were all in this together, and there was some beacon of hope as the clock ticked down, was reassuring. The mismatched trio made their way into their respective directions while Peach held down the fort and called in some pizza. "A large... Yes, with pepperoni... The other should be with all the veggies..." She looked down at the credit card in her hand. It was a bit bizarre seeing her name on it, while still holding it with her son's knotty fingers. "Sure, breadsticks sound fine." She gave the address, the card number, and felt a wave of relief as she finished that challenging call. It was tough enough running the household under normal circumstances, but this just threw everything into disarray. As she looked up, she didn't have nearly the confidence that the rest of her family was portraying, but it did put a grin on her face to see them all working together to get through... whatever this was that was going on. Paul was picking his ass, Ginger was walking like a neanderthal, and Barry had to lean on every surface to get from one side of the room to the other. Good lord, how much longer is on the clock, she thought to herself, knowing good and well that it wasn't going to be possible to switch back until at least the next morning. Knowing there was nothing else she could do, Peach stood up and made her way to Barry's bedroom to put on some comfier clothing. She had to admit that it was kind of a cool experience walking into her son's room with a literal new pair of eyes. She tried putting herself in his mindset, thinking about how Barry would feel if he were in her position. The smell of his room wasn't nearly as noticeable to her, maybe because she was now in his clothing? Or maybe his nose wasn't as sensitive to teenage funk? Either way, Peach didn't mind. She walked on over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, a t- shirt, and a hoodie. May as well be comfortable, she thought. Changing was easy enough for her. Barry was so slim and athletic that pulling her shirt off and slapping on some deodorant was a piece of cake. Without her cumbersome bust, the whole ordeal couldn't have been simpler. While she couldn't wait for things to get back to normal, Peach was actually smirking at her situation. I mean, I may as well enjoy this while I'm here, she thought. Trying to hold some respect for her son's body, she quickly changed her denim jeans out for the softer, flannel pants. Satisfied with her wardrobe choice, she made her way back to the kitchen to wait on dinner. Ginger was having the opposite problem as her mother. Paul's body was downright brutish in design. Large, hair arms made even the slightest of moves seem dramatic. Everywhere she went, she could smell dad cologne. Keeping her eyes shut the entire time, Ginger quickly pulled the t-shirt over her head and grabbed a fresh one from the dresser. The coarseness of the hair on her chest made her grimace. So gross, she thought with a cringe on her face. Knowing good and well she wasn't about to change out her whitey-tighties, she quickly pulled down her pants and slipped on dad's favorite pair of lounging sweats. Happy being finished with that nightmare experience, Ginger had to admit that the pants were quite comfy, even if she gave her dad shit every time he wore the ratty pair. Paul picked the thong out of his ass one more time before shutting his daughter's door behind him. Good grief this is gross, he mused while quickly grabbing some clothes from her dresser and closet. First thing's first, he thought to himself while snatching up a sports bra he frequently saw in the laundry, and a pair of clean cotton chones. He also grabbed the yoga pants Ginger had set out, and a nice, soft t-shirt that was on top of her dresser. Losing nearly a foot in height was pretty bizarre for Paul. Everything seemed so much larger from this point of view. Knowing good and well that unless he wanted to sleep in a bra, thong, and jeans, he needed to change, Paul set off to the task. He removed his top first, revealing his breasts and tummy. Now, Ginger wasn't fat, but her belly did protrude just a bit over the waist on her jeans. Doing his best not to stare while still working on the other garments, Paul was able to unclasp his bra as he felt the full weight of his breasts on his chest. It was so strange seeing everything from this point of view, but again, he didn't want to gawk. He quickly pulled the sports bra over his head, tucked his ladies into their snug home, and pulled on the t-shirt he had laid out. When he unbuttoned the jeans he was wearing, he had a little trouble getting them over his bubble butt. But after that, it was all pretty simple, and he was quite happy to have on a pair of... more modest underwear. The yoga pants were quite snug, but their elastic material quickly conformed to Ginger's curvy form. Taking a short look in the mirror, Paul had to admit that if this was temporary, he's glad to have the experience. Finally, Barry had made his way into the master bedroom. Typically an area that was off-limits, he had no choice but to start digging through all of the different drawers in his mother's dresser. He pulled out a simple pair of black cotton panties and placed them to the side. He wasn't quite ready to deal with a bra, so he just grabbed whatever was on top plus a button up cotton sleeping shirt and a pair of flannel pants. Take a shower? Like, what on earth? He thought, taking a long look in the mirror. Gone was his perfect skin, replaced by small dark circles under his eyes, the beginnings of wrinkles on his forehead, and tiny crows feet. Not only that, gone was 32 years of his life! No longer a 17-year old boy, he was actually, quite literally, a 49-year old woman. His own mother! Why did I have to push that button? He trudged over to the master bath, each step causing a cavalcade of trembles and quivers up his calves to his thighs, from his belly to his breasts. He placed his clean clothing on the counter attached to the sink and turned the water on, making sure it was going to be nice and hot. Barry Cobbler knew what was going to come next. Sure, the rest of the family had to face their bodies, but it didn't seem fair. His mom and dad already knew what the kids looked like. They raised us, for pete's sake! Barry hadn't ever seen a naked woman in person, and this was not the way he wanted it to happen for the first time. He began unbuttoning his blouse, back to the mirror, trying to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible. The insides of his wrists grazed his nipples through his mother's bra while working down the blouse, which sent a slight sensation up his chest to his brain. Undoing the last fastener, Barry tossed the shirt to the ground. The pants were much easier. He just had to unbutton and unzip the front. They slid down his legs easily enough, and before he knew it, he was standing in the bathroom in just his bra and panties. He had done laundry (and, honestly, watched enough porn) to know how bras came off. He reached behind himself and fiddled several times with the clasp. It stuck at first, then he was able to get one of the clasps undone, but not the other. Finally, after a few more frustrating moments, Barry was able to unhinge the last clasp as the bra fell down his arms and landed silently on the floor. At that point, he could feel the full weight of his chest hanging there. Oh jesus, he thought as he looked down at himself. These breasts were not the same as the ones he had seen on the internet. They were large, saggy, and had enormous nipples. How do you carry these around all day, he thought to himself as he raised his hands to cup each breast. His hands looked comically small when trying to contain his bust. Pulling his hands away, his breasts fell onto his paunch. Barry then bent over to pick up the fallen bra, and quickly learned why that wasn't such a good idea. Without their support, his breasts practically had minds of their own and every move he made caused them to shimmy and shake in every direction, which was incredibly uncomfortable. Lastly, he pulled his underwear over his bulbous ass, and tossed them into the hamper. His mother was quite a bit shorter than he was, so the perspective of everything seemed off. And that's in addition to all the signals being sent to his brain. It was practically a sensory overload. The steam building in the bathroom told Barry that it was warm enough to get into the shower, so he pulled the curtain back and stuck a leg in to test the water. Hot, but not too hot, he thought. He continued in, pulling the curtain closed behind him. The water cascaded down his back and over his breasts. Barry tried his best to ignore all of the foreign feelings and sensations running through his brain, especially since he was in his own mother's body, but it was damn near impossible. He grabbed a bar of soap and started his task. For the most part, he was on autopilot. Even in a new body, he still knew the motions to make sure he was completely clean. Admittedly, there was a significant amount of girth that he wasn't used to, specifically in the chest, abdomen, and rear parts of his body. The water and soap made his breasts slippery, and they had no trouble jostling around as he tried his best to clean himself. Not knowing exactly what to do with his crotch, he just washed the outside and gave it a good rinse. Moving down to his legs, he again ran into the issue of his pendulous breasts having a mind of their own when he bent over. Still, he was almost done, and didn't want to be in this shower any longer than needed. Satisfied that he was good to go, he gave his body a good rinse and turned the water off. The bathroom was completely filled with steam at this point. He grabbed the towel off the nearby rack and began drying his hair. Barry remembered when he was younger that his mother had long hair that went about halfway down her back, but now it was cropped a bit shorter, ending just below her shoulders. It was easy enough to dry, since he hadn't washed it. The rest of his body was, again, like being on autopilot. Barry smirked, he was so reluctant to put a bra back on before he had taken his off, but now it was a no brainer. Considering the... free spirit of his breasts, he knew that life without a bra would be quite uncomfortable. He pulled his panties up, as they tautly fit over his bottom. The next item was his bra. He had seen some women in his videos put the bra on backwards, then spin it around so the clips were facing the back. He figured that would be easier than trying to get his breasts into the cups with the clips in the back, remembering how much trouble he had undoing those clasps. The first step was easy enough, once Barry had spun the bra so the cups were in front, he put each of his fleshy arms through the holes and hoisted his breasts in the cups. I put my bra on one boob at a time, just like you, he quipped to himself. Proud of how he was able to make it through literally the least likely of scenarios unscathed, Barry quickly pulled up his flannel pants. The cotton blouse was easy enough, and with all of his parts secured, he was ready to put that experience behind him and join the rest of his family. As he made his way from the master bath to the bedroom, Barry heard the doorbell ring. Must be the pizza guy, he thought. By the time he had made it back into the kitchen, Peach, Ginger, and Paul were already seated at the table, looking slightly more comfortable than they had just moments ago. The three looked at him, knowing good and well that Barry was very uncomfortable in this form. "Come have a seat, honey. We've got plenty to eat," his mother said. The situation was surreal to the point of comedy. Peach sat there, doling out plates, napkins, and pizza to the family from the body of her son. Ginger, even in the body of a 48-year old man, looked every bit the tired teenager that she truly was. Paul, conversely sat at the head of the table with his great posture, but at a meager 5'3", the scene gave Barry a smirk. Barry made his way to the table, joining the mismatched family. "Thanks, mom," he said. Paul had the metallic box in his hand, still keeping an eye on the timer. "Well, we're down to 10:53:13. How's everyone hanging in there?" "I'll be honest, Barry, you've got quite a fit physique. Moving around seems so much easier on this side of things," Peach admitted. "Dad. You need to shave. Everything. I can feel it rubbing against everything. My chest. My arms. My... you know," Ginger said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize someone else would be in my body when I got up this morning," he said with a tinge of teenage resentment in his voice. "Besides, that thong you were wearing was terrible. That was the first thing to go when I changed." "She was wearing a thong," Barry's body said. "Mom! I'm old enough to wear what I want," Ginger said in her baritone voice. "What about you, Barry? How's it feel to be in mom's body?" Barry rolled his eyes. If he was going to survive this, he needed to just embrace the whole thing and appreciate that his entire family is going through it together. "Let's just say I learned a lot in a very short amount of time... And that bras will be my friend if I'm going to make it until tomorrow," he quipped with a smirk. "Oh really?" his body replied. "What do you think, dad? Don't these things have a mind of their own?" Barry said motioning down to his heavy breasts. "I mean, mine are a bit bigger... and saggier... but still." "Oooookkaaayyyy, that's enough. First of all, yeah, I'll definitely be keeping these secured, but that my wife's, your mother's, body were talking about, so keep it civil." "Fair enough. I'll say that I was really panicking when I got out of the shower, but you guys have really calmed me down," Barry admitted to the family. "It's scary. This changes everything." The family nodded. The remainder of dinner was nice enough. They talked about what shows they had been enjoying. The family decided that they'll sleep in the bedrooms of their normal bodies, which was a relief. Ginger and Barry had zero desire to share the master bed, so that was an easy obstacle to enjoy. "So, movie time," Peach suggested. "What? Freaky Friday?" Ginger joked. "Hard pass. So unrealistic," Barry retorted. While Peach, Ginger, and Paul made their way to the family room, Barry tidied up the kitchen, placing the plates in the dishwasher, throwing away the empty pizza boxes, and wiping down the table. Each jostle of his breasts was a constant reminder of his situation. His bulbous ass bumped into things as he moved around the kitchen. But with the job finished, he joined his family. Ginger, in dad's body, had taken his reclining chair. Mom was sitting on the ground with her back propped against the couch. Paul was sitting with his feet up on the love seat, leaving ample space for Barry on the couch near his mother. They had decided on binging a few episodes of a baking show that everyone enjoyed. Barry didn't say it, but he imagined the timer ticking down each episode that they had finished. Ginger was the first to fall asleep. Even if she was a teen, her body didn't know that, and she was snoozing softly in the recliner by 9:30pm. Mom woke her up, and Ginger happily strode off to her bedroom. When she got there, she turned on the lamp next to her bed. Her bed was only a twin, so it was hardly large enough for her current body. She cringed a little as her feet hung off the end of the bed, while her head was practically at the headboard. With a few adjustments, and learning that she needed a pillow between her knees, she was able to get comfortable enough to fall into a slumber. Out in the family room, the remaining trio made it through one more episode before they all decided to get up and go to bed. While walking through the kitchen, Barry noticed that the timer was already ticking down to [7:12:04], meaning that by the time they woke up in the morning, it would be time to switch back, or at least he hoped that's what would happen. "Gnight, mom and dad," he said as he turned to his room. "Gnight, Barry. And you'll probably want to... ahem... take that off before you try to sleep," she said motioning to the bra strap on Barry's shoulder. He immediately blushed. "Okay, mom." Paul and Peach entered the master bedroom and went through their normal routines. Brushing teeth, turning on lamps, grabbing their books to read in bed, just the usual. "How do you feel in there, Paul?" Peach asked. "It's so strange. I knew breasts and hips wouldn't be something I'd ever want, but they are way more cumbersome than I could have ever imagined. And to boot, these hormones are making it so freaking hard to stay calm, but we've got to for the kids." "No, I hear you. And I agree. I think I'm the only one that got a somewhat reasonable trade out of this. I'm younger and in a much more in-shape body. But still, I just want this to be over. Poor Barry and Ginger." "I... I think I'm ready to go to sleep," Paul said, turning off the lamp and rolling onto his side. "It's going to be okay, dear," Peach said, trying to console her understandably emotional husband. Across the hall, Barry was dreadfully removing his bra. More familiar with the process than he would ever want to be, he placed it on the nightstand next to his bed, seeing the size '38F' printed largely on the side. He rolled his eyes, learning things he never want to learn. Carefully buttoning up his blouse, he had to admit that there was a lot of relief in removing that device, but also knew he didn't want to have to do much moving once the bra had been taken off. His twin bed felt huge, considering how much shorter he was in his mother's body. He quickly turned the lamp off, and began rolling around in bed, trying to get comfortable. On his back, he felt his breasts fall to the sides of his body. On his stomach, it hurt them to have so much pressure on them. He finally found a position on his side that wasn't too uncomfortable. The stress of the day and the rollercoaster of emotions had taken their toll, and Barry was asleep in no time flat. With the family all tucked in a tuckered out, it was just a matter of time before someone woke up. At about 5:45am, Ginger's eyes fluttered open. She yawned and brought her hand up to scratch her face, which immediately reminded her that she was still in her father's body. His scraggly beard felt course under her fingertips. She rolled her eyes and she shifted out of the bed. "Oh my god, maybe we can try the box again," she said, her voice deepened by the sleep she had just gotten. Her first stop was Barry's room. She opened the door and turned on the light with the enthusiasm of a small child waking up their parents after Santa had arrived. "Barry! Get up!" Barry jolted awake. Ginger could see that Barry was equally disappointed to find that he was still in his mother's body as he brushed her unwieldy hair from his eyes. "Is it time?" he managed to croak. "Should be, I'll go get mom and dad," she replied. Barry made quick work of getting properly dressed. He adjusted the straps so his ladies wouldn't be flopping around everywhere. He rubbed his eyes with his soft hands as he made his way into the hallway. He was greeted by his sister, his father, and his old body. "Let's get to it," Paul said. The four of them made their way to the kitchen, Barry's body walking with an effeminate gait, Paul's body practically sauntering. Conversely, Barry watched as Ginger's body trudged behind. Barry himself had taken to walking with a little jostling as possible, but that was a futile effort at any rate. There before them was the metallic box, reading [0:00:00]. "So... who should press it?" "Barry, you pushed it the first time, why don't you take the honors?" Peach suggested as she handed him the box. It looked so much larger in his hands than it had the previous evening. Barry held out the box with the three other family members looking at him with excitement and enthusiasm. His heart was racing, and he pushed the button. ::click:: "Why isn't anything happening?" he heard his father's body say. //The end//