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Bulma, Chi-Chi, 18 and Videl laughed with each other as they sat in the living room at Bulma’s house. She had invited her friends over to just relax for an afternoon while their husbands were out training and most of their children were in school. The only child in the house was Marron, whom 18 had opted to home-school. “I needed this,” Chi-Chi said as she leaned back in her seat. “After all the trouble my husband’s put me through, some downtime with friends is exactly the fuel to put some energy back in me.” “Come on; it can’t be all that bad,” Videl interjected. “Gohan’s a total sweetheart, if not a little too involved in his studies.” “That’s because I raised him to be different from his father; you don’t know what a handful a pure-blooded Saiyan can be.” “Here, here,” Bulma said with a nod. “Pure Saiyans are obsessed with getting stronger than they are at any given moment. Consider yourself and 18 lucky you don’t have to put up with any of that nonsense.” “Well, I still have

Mindy slowly climbed out of bed, groaning in pain as she did so. Her head pounded with the worst headache she’d ever experienced and her stomach churned, threatening to empty itself all over her bedroom floor. Still, in spite of how miserable she felt and how much she wanted to just stay in bed, her bladder insisted that she get up anyway. “What did I eat?” Mindy muttered, her memories of the previous night a bit of a fog. “Or maybe it’s just a bad cold…” She slowly put on her robe and slippers, simple actions which took five times longer than they normally would. Once Mindy was ready to go out in public, or at least into the rest of the house, she opened her bedroom door. In an instant, the family dog burst through the opening, collided with Mindy’s legs and nearly knocked her over. “Not now, Mork,” Mindy snapped at the hyperactive terrier. “Go pester Mom…” Mork bounced around a few more times before racing back out the door. Mindy had no idea if he understood her

Roxana is a 22-year-old college student, she looks like an average girl, with her A-cup breasts and a slender figure with few curves. She is the typical girl who is not very sociable with the rest of her so she usually does not interact with the rest of her classmates and usually spends her time at home when she is sometimes invited to go out with her classmates. class of her Because of the way she is, Samantha, the popular and cute blonde, usually teased her and treated her badly, making fun of her for her weird way of being. It was clear that the chemistry between the two was zero, one being popular and beautiful, while the other was shy and average looking. Samantha had an enviable physique for any girl her age, a pretty face, a body with the curves where they should be, and above all, huge 36D breasts that she highlighted by wearing revealing clothes and cleavage. One day, at the end of all the classes, Samantha saw that Roxana had new earrings, she approached the girl and

"This is FUCKING AMAZING!!!" Stephanie shouted as she soared between the buildings. People were shocked as they looked up to see a green blur zoom by above them. They felt the rush of wind she left behind her as she hurtled above the streets. I can do ANYTHING!! Absorbing Supergirl's powers has made me INVINCIBLE!! She stopped suddenly, coming to a hover twenty stories above the streets below and gazed upon her own reflection in the mirror slick glass of the skyscraper in front of her. She was greeted by a vision of super-heroic feminine perfection. Her green dress was stuffed to its limit with voluptuous curves of perfectly developed feminine power. Supremely muscular shoulders and arms, ample and perfectly rounded breasts, tapered down to a tight, perfect waist, which swept out again to elegantly curved hips, finishing with perfectly muscled legs. She flexed her mounded biceps, admiring them for the immense strength she felt coursing through her body. Strength she knew

"Absolutely the storyline to watch tonight is Notre Dame Sophomore guard Samantha Rainey! She needs just 5 points to reach 1,000 points in her young career. She is on pace to challenge Caitlin Clark and Elena Delle Donne for the fastest to 2,000" The arena was loud, ESPN was broadcasting it in Prime Time and Sam Rainey was calmly  taking her warm up shots. Unaffected by the magnitude of the game, Sam was staying cool and treating it like any other game. In section 103, right by the tunnel the Fighting Irish would use, Ava Stempler sat mesmerized. Her first big time game and the 9 year old was getting to see her favorite player. Her Dad had taken her and her best friend Olivia to the game and had splurged on good seats. It was a coincidence that it was lining up to be a game where Sam would set a milestone. Ava and Olivia talked non stop. In the car, in the arena and in their seats. They cheered warm-ups and as the players came past to get ready, Sam held up her sign 'Sam Rainey is the GOAT'  Ava didn't know if she saw it or not as she screamed out her name. It was just a few minutes into the game when Sam hit a 3 pointer and hit 1,000 points. At halftime, Ava got a smile from Sam as she held up her second sign 'I just wanna meet Sam #22' Ava bounced and squealed at just making eye contact "Ohmygosh Liv! She saw my sign! Did you see that?! She smiled at me!" Samantha Rainey was a 5'11 guard who could play both inside and outside, driving to the basket or stopping and hitting outside shots. Known for always keeping her long brown hair pulled tightly back in a long ponytail. She had big brown eyes and a bright smile and was a true contradiction. She was aggressive on the court but off, she was quiet and really liked being girly. She wore makeup and loved the chances she got to dress up and the world would think that she was a tomboy who never wore makeup because that's the side they saw on ESPN. Sam was shy and despite having a NIL deal, she hated having to post on Instagram. But, she did appreciate having fans, especially little girls who played basketball because of her, who wanted to play like her.  It still blew her mind that people knew who she was; she was just a 20 year old from nowhere Illinois. The game progressed and Ava cheered the whole time. Notre Dame won 68-54 and Sam scored 27 points to go along with 8 rebounds and 8 assists. Ava pressed against the railing; she was hoping with all her heart and soul to get an autograph on one of her signs. She clutched a Sharpie in her fist. Samantha had an on court interview after the game so the rest of the team passed by as Ava watched the Jumbo screen and Sam. Samantha grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her neck and made her way down the walkway. A lot of fans crowded in but she spotted the girl who had held up the sign at halftime. Ava saw Sam turn towards her. She started waving frantically. Sam saw her and smiled and jogged over "Hey! Thanks for the signs…I see you wear 22 too" Sam said. Ava was absolutely numb, shocked. She just nodded as Sam nodded toward her hand with the Sharpie. She had on her jersey over the top of a Notre Dame shirt. "Ohmygosh! You're my absolute favorite player!" Ava blurted out suddenly, the words coming in a flood "Yeah I will only wear your number!" Sam smiled and took the marker but as Ava moved her sign out, she was waved off. Sam bent down and quickly undid the laces of her game shoes and kicked them off "What's your name?" She asked the girl. Ava was stunned, it was surreal "Uh…Ava!" She squealed involuntarily and bounced ecstatic. "Ava, my favorite 22" she wrote on the left shoe before signing "Samantha Rainey" on the right and handing them up to Ava. "Keep playing girl!" She added as she also signed her sign before jogging off in her socks. Ava nearly fainted. She was dizzy and floating all at once. She felt hands on her shoulders as her Dad and friend congratulated her along with others in the crowd. Ava stared at the treasure in her hands, her most precious possession. A pair of autographed game worn shoes from her idol. Puma basketball shoes, green, blue and white. She could see the tag on the tongue telling her that the shoes were size 11s. Ava could feel warmth coming off of them. A lot of the people around her of course had their phones out so the whole interaction was captured and subsequently, went viral. Sam got some good press and Ava was the envy of her basketball team. Ava clutched those shoes the whole drive home. She and Liv talked non stop again. Once home, her Mom fussed over her endlessly. It felt like a dream. Ava carried the shoes to her room and she cleared off a spot on her shelf. Right next to a trophy for basketball on one side and a picture of her and Liv on the other. Over the next week, she touched the shoes every morning before school and every night before bed. Ava was a typical 9 year old. About 4'8", she was starting her growth spurt. Her hair was light brown and her eyes were green, her face was pudgy with baby fat cheeks. On the following Saturday, Ava had a basketball game and it didn't go well.  Ava went 0 for 5 and turned the ball over with a few seconds left that sealed the loss. No one blamed her, but she blamed herself and she beat herself up over her bad game. After getting home, she ran to her room and closed the door. Tears in her eyes, she curled up on her bed. "I'm never going to be any good at basketball!"  She wallowed for a time in her misery before taking a deep breath and sitting up.  She went to the shelf and she picked up Sam's shoes. She held them to her chest and closed her eyes "I wish I could play like you" She opened her eyes and stared at the wall "I wish I was you" She sat in her desk chair and put the shoes on the ground at her feet. "What if I were Sam Rainey?" she whispered. "What if I looked like her? What if I were as tall as her? What if I were her age? What if I could play basketball like her?" She looked down "What if these shoes actually fit my feet? Like what if they were my size? What if they were made for me?" Ava was wearing her basketball shorts and jersey still with a white tee shirt underneath. She was barefoot, having taken off her socks and shoes. Ava put her feet on the outside of the size 11s; they looked tiny in comparison. Her toes looked like they would stop at the bottom of the laces.  She closed her eyes and slipped her feet into the shoes. Immediately, she felt violently jerked forward and she blacked out. Sam Rainey was frozen, all she could hear and focus on was the beating of her own heart as her other senses started to return to her. She swallowed and took a deep breath in through her nose as her eyes fluttered open. Taking in the deep breath confused her as she felt really tight clothes pinching. Her arms, her hips and waist…it felt like her chest was binded. The smell around her had changed, it didn't smell like her apartment but she did pick up her body spray scent along with sweat and a vanilla scent. The room was warmer. Her eyes opened and she saw herself. Well, it was a poster of herself taped to a wall. Purple wall. Poster of herself. Her vision widened. A poster of Kevin Durant. Another of Breanna Stewart.  Sam looked down "What the fuck?!" She muttered seeing that her clothes had drastically changed. "AH!" She exclaimed, having her breath taken away. A small tight white jersey and even tighter white tee shirt were on her chest. The sleeves pinching into her armpits. "St. Elizabeth Eagles 22" Her stomach was exposed as a strip of flesh was clearly visible in the way too small shirt. Sam saw her thighs and tiny blue shorts. She was sitting in a desk chair in a room that wasn't her own, in clothes that were definitely not her own. "Where the hell am I?" She said as she stood up. The only thing that fit were her shoes. No socks but the shoes fit. She looked at them bewildered and dumbfounded. They would fit because they were her own. She recognized them as the ones she had signed and given away a week ago. "But…" she put her hands out and looked at them. Sam felt tingling in her spine which then spread outward over her whole body. 70 miles away, Ava Stempler focused on her heart pounding in her chest. Hyper aware but afraid of moving, she took in a deep breath and she felt a heat rise in her, fear and confusion washed over her. "Am I wearing a pair of my Mom's high heels???!" She was aware of a strap loose around her ankles and other straps at her toes as she lifted them up. But even then, even thinking back to wearing her Mom's shoes, something still was different. These heels felt even bigger. Her clothes were super loose. She shimmied her shoulders "Straps?!" She puffed out her chest and felt very soft loose fabric. "Loose at my chest and over my legs? Am I wearing a big dress? Where am I? What's going on?" She thought, her mind racing. She lurched forward enough to realize she was wearing a necklace. Her hand came up and she felt and heard bracelets "Jewelry?" The room was cooler, it smelled different "Mexican food?"  Blinking her eyes, Ava looked around at unfamiliar surroundings. A small bedroom with a full size bed, not decorated with anything on the off white walls. An equipment bag sat in the corner by the dresser. The closet doors were open and Ava saw a lot of clothes. A lot of blue, green, gold and white…then dress clothes "I've never been here! I don't know where I am!" Ava stood up but immediately stumbled, toppling over. She looked down as she caught herself on the wall. She was wearing a black dress and her feet were swimming in huge black and silver high heel sandals. Ava swung her head around. There was a full length mirror behind the door. She gasped, so confused seeing herself in a whole different outfit. "A dress! Heels!" Jewelry!" But it was her looking back from the mirror. Her body began to tingle. An intense tingling sensation spread over her. She looked at the equipment bag. Warmth washed over her. "No. No…this can't be…" It was a very nice bag in blue and gold. There was a stamp on it "Rainey 22" Ava saw shoes, shorts and jerseys in it "Am I in Sam Rainey's room?! Are these…?!" She thought for a second "She put on Instagram that she had a charity fundraiser tonight for the school…" "But that's impossible! I have to be dreaming"  Ava said to herself as her stomach flipped. She froze but yet, she felt movement. It felt like something was pulling her toes. They spread apart and as Ava watched in amazement, her toes stretched out and moved further down in the shoes. Her feet appeared to be growing. Her jaw dropped as she focused on what she was feeling. She could feel her feet moving, changing. Her heels slid backwards. Her feet widened until they fully fit the previously huge shoes and her toes stretched out until they reached the tips. The very shape of her toes and her toenails were changing. Her toes were super long, her big toes were just that, big and full. She pressed them down feeling them grip the slick surface of her heels. The ankle straps were now tight. "Those aren't my feet!" She yelled out, rocking her right foot back on the heel before dropping it and wiggling her feet and ankles just to prove that the shoes wouldn't slip. She looked up and jumped. The room looked different. It looked even smaller than it had originally been. "Am I growing?" She froze again and focused inward. She gasped anew feeling her arms, legs and back stretching.  Staying still, Ava could feel the dress she was wearing moving on her. She put her arms out as they elongated. Her hands were growing larger. Her fingers were long and she spread them amazed at the size they had become. Her fingers no longer looked like her own. She was able to spread them so wide "perfect basketball hands" Ava thought. Calluses on her palms, her nails were trimmed down and plain but these hands were ideal for Ava and she was in shock being in control of them. Her muscles and thoughts moving these hands. Strength was building up and coursing through her growing body. She could feel muscles knotting up and expanding just beneath her stretching skin. Ava's biceps and triceps developed and rose up, giving her long arms defined muscle mass. As her back lengthened, it widened and strengthened as well. Ava's shoulders tightened and rose up and with an audible pop, came into place. Giving them a roll, and using her new long fingers, she adjusted the straps on her dress into place; it was starting to actually fit her as she steadily grew taller. The room around her steadily grew smaller. The reflection in the mirror steadily grew taller. Ava looked down and saw the floor getting further away as her legs lengthened. The bottom of her black dress had started beneath her knees but now, Ava could see her knees. Her legs were filling out as they grew longer. Her stomach just kept rising, a feeling like she was riding a fast elevator to the top floor. Putting her hand to her stomach, Ava felt rock hard abs develop. Strong core muscles; she touched, then pressed and explored a bit, absolutely amazed at her muscle tone. "So strong. So tight" she muttered. Ava's thighs were expanding, filling out and growing. Her calf muscles developed as her thighs developed. Ava's hips spread and her ass popped up and out. Mature curves and a woman's body were emerging as Ava passed through her teen years rapidly in front of this mirror. She shivered as her chest tingled. An intense warmth swept through her, taking her breath away. "Ohmygod" she moaned out as her nipples puffed up and rose up. Flesh and mass began building up steadily growing larger breasts. From small bumps with erect nipples to small cone shaped breasts, they rounded out in a modest pair of 34B breasts. They slowly filled out the cups built into the front of her black dress "I have boobs!" She brought her upper arms in to squeeze them. The sensations rippled through her spine and stomach making her fingers and toes tingle. The dress had grown tight on her body as it filled out. Ava could feel it clinging to her hips and round ass, to her breasts and stomach as the bottom hem swished off her tight thighs. Ava's body had changed but she still saw her baby face and stringy hair in the mirror. But even as she looked, her features began to morph and change. Her green eyes were getting darker, turning brown, getting larger on her face. Her nose grew longer as her cheeks thinned and her cheekbones became pronounced and defined.  Ava's jawline became prominent and stronger along with her chin. Her lips widened as her teeth changed shape and size, sliding and growing larger and stronger. The few remaining baby teeth she had transformed into full adult ones. Her ears grew, her forehead lifted, her eyebrows thickened and grew darker and bolder as her hair exploded out. It darkened and thickened as it grew longer and longer, framing her suddenly mature face. Ava absolutely recognized the face. She had looked at this face on the poster in her room. This body was her background on her phone as it took a jump shot "This is impossible!" Ava said breathlessly. Her hands popped and explored around her body, touching and rubbing in disbelief "Am I dreaming? This can't be real! Because if it is…if it really is real…then, I'm Samantha Rainey!" The feel of her hand on her thigh. A hand on her stomach. Fingers running through her dark hair, she simultaneously felt the tugging at her scalp and the hairs around her fingers. "I'm seeing this! I'm feeling this!" She was trying to rationalize.  Ava had been relatively frozen in place, simply only able to move her feet about to balance and offset her changes.  She looked down and yipped, gasping at how far away her feet and floor were. Her feet did a little hop and dance. Ava absolutely felt her feet against the heels.  She had to steel herself and with a deep breath, she took a step forward. She heard her heels click as she walked right up to the mirror. Ava had to crouch down to keep her face in frame in the mirror. Her jaw dropped as it really was becoming apparent that somehow, someway, she had actually been turned into Samantha Rainey.  70 miles away… Sam was so confused. Somehow she had blacked out and "transported here? Wherever the hell here is?" She saw a mirror on the back of the door. Seeing herself only confused her further "what the actual Fuck?" Sam saw herself but she was wearing a kids set of clothes. Short shorts, tight and barely not ripping, a super tight white tee shirt and a white jersey. But, she had on her own shoes; the shoes she had worn and given away. Sam's body was tingling, there was a numbness creeping into her extremities "I passed out. I blacked out. I must have hit my head or fainted or something…" But all of her senses were responding and giving her real feedback. The feedback she started receiving though shut down her brain with the impossibility of it all. She simply couldn't comprehend it. Because every sensation and sense began to tell her that her body was changing,  shrinking at first but then other changes proceeded.  "I'm dreaming!" She insisted as her shoulders tightened up and her arms began to shake. They felt like they were pulling backwards, in closer; her hands even looked like they were getting closer. Sam's stomach flipped and felt like it was rising up into her throat. Sam's eyes fluttered as she looked around. The room itself seemingly was getting larger around her "What kind of Alice in Wonderland shit is going on?!" She said nervously as the posters in front of her rose up higher in comparison to her eyes. She looked at the mirror on the door. The top of her head was now visible in the reflection without her crouching down. With a shudder, the clothes she had been forced into loosened. Not a lot but enough that Sam noticed less pinching, especially in her arms. Sam looked closer at her arms "Are they…? They don't look the same. It's like they're getting…skinnier" she tried to flex her biceps but saw very little movement. Her forearms looked smoother, less hair and less defined. Her muscles were definitely getting slimmer "My arms look like fucking toothpicks!" She gasped "and…and my hands! What's going on with my hands?!" Sam's jaw hung, quivering as she watched her fingers shrink down smaller and shorter. An overall soft, smoothness was taking over. "My hands look like, like a kid's!" Ice cold dove into the pit of Sam's body. She looked around the room; a kid's room. Kids clothes. "Holy Shit" she murmured as she slipped down, steadily shrinking in height. "Should I scream?" She asked herself but that thought scared her even more because it would bring people to her. She was more afraid of who might show up if she started screaming hysterically. Her clothes puffed out again, feeling lager on her again. Her thighs no longer felt squeezed into the shorts and that was scary. She looked down and could see the strip of her exposed stomach getting covered. Her shirt was dropping lower. "Oh shit…oh shit…fucking shit" Sam murmured as her breasts shrank back and her hips narrowed. Her ass flattened as her muscle tone diminished all over her body. Her quads and glutes, her core abdominal muscles, her back…every muscle in her body quivered as they shrank away. Baby fat built up where toned muscles had been. Sam just felt completely different and frozen as this absolutely impossible transformation happened to her. She shut down. Her mind simply resisted and went into a totally different gear, a coping mechanism that saved her sanity even as her mind had to alter to understand. "Ava…Ava Stempler…I'm 9 years old…" Facts and faces of who she was becoming were filtering in. But just realizing and stating that in her mind and changing body, she was 9 made her shiver and chilled her to the bone. She felt her shoes, her own pair of shoes, the only thing that had initially fit her, they were literally made for her, now felt roomy to her. She wiggled her toes trying to find the ends but she couldn't feel them. She lifted her toes and saw where they were; a full inch back from the ends. The tongue and openings were loose now too. Sam felt a nervousness, a total lack of control gripping her chest. Looking down, she saw her legs thinning and shrinking down shorter. Her shorts were growing larger and fitting her better. She shuddered as her breasts vanished, shrinking down so small that they disappeared and became nothing. So many thoughts were entering her mind that other thoughts leaving didn't alarm her. Thoughts associated with maturity, sexual experiences and thoughts were simply gone. The room was swallowing her. Everything was so much bigger than it had been. It was dizzying to lose over a foot in height in addition to losing over half her age. Her tee shirt and jersey fit. Her shorts fit. Her arms and legs were skinny little things sticking out. She wanted to get closer to the mirror but it felt like she was wearing clown shoes. She stumbled as her shoes felt heavy and she easily slipped her out of them. She gasped seeing how small they had become but she now lightly jumped to the mirror as she felt a distinctive tingling in her face and scalp. "Oh no…oh no…" she said in a voice that rose in pitch with each word. Her cheeks puffed out with baby fat, seemingly taking away every defined and mature line of her face. Her chin rounded, her jaw shifted backwards and her teeth and tongue shrank down. Baby teeth appeared and gaps opened as her lips thinned.  Sam's nose shrank, her forehead smoothed and her ears twitched. Her eyes grew lighter and appeared larger on her now very childish face. Her hair grew thinner and lighter as it pulled up and changed shape. A change rippled through the air around her. An electric charge that had surrounded her, a charge she hadn't noticed until it dissipated, indeed left. A stillness settled, an eerie quiet. She shivered, barely able to breathe. One minute, everything was going like always. Sam was getting ready for her Charity event in her apartment. The next,  she was in the body of a 9 year old girl. She had no idea where she was. Ava trembled picking up a nearby phone that she assumed was Sam's. Her hands shook and her fingers trembled so badly that it took 3 tries to dial the number she wanted. Sam jumped hearing a cell phone go off. It broke her paralysis though as she frantically searched for it. She recognized the number that was calling. "Huh…Hello?!" Sam squeaked out. "Ohmygod Ohmygod…are you?! Um…how do I explain this or say this? Um…who are you and are you in the wrong body currently?!" Tears came to Sam's little eyes "Yes! Are you? Are you me? You're calling from my number! I'm Samantha Rainey and I was just in my apartment and, and…and now I just, turned into a little kid!" "I know…I was that kid! Somehow, we switched bodies like Freaky Friday or something because I'm in your body!" Sam started crying as did Ava as they both talked and admitted how afraid they both were. Ava quickly admitted to what she had said as she put on the shoes Sam had signed and given to her. Both were shocked that it had worked. "We need to get together and try to recreate it to reverse it!" Sam said. Maybe I put on the heels I was wearing…the ones I'm guessing that you're wearing right now" "Yes I am! They were absolutely huge on me when I popped into them but then I watched my feet grow and change into yours! And now they fit me perfectly" Ava replied. "We have to try everything! Every combination of shoes and saying things until we switch back" "But how are we going to get together? The charity fundraiser is a team requirement and then the next three games are on the road!" "Shoot!" Sam said frustrated. "Your bags are already packed! It's…I've got to go in like 15 minutes!" "Okay…um, I guess we'll have to wait a bit. I don't know any other way around it. You won't be back for like 10 days" "We call and text each other constantly. You should be able to do my school work. But I don't think I can pull yours off. I might have to fake an injury or something…intentionally sprain my ankle until we can switch back" They both realized that they had some of each other's memories. They knew important people and names at least and both thought they could fake it and learn as they go. Hanging up shook Sam though realizing that she was effectively stranded and trapped as a little kid for the next 10 days. Sam took off the dirty clothes. She looked around the room and found deodorant and body spray. The clothes looked so tiny but they fit her perfectly as she put them on. A knock on the door made her jump. "Yeah" she said weakly, she was still amazed at how her voice sounded. "Are you doing okay Ava?"  It was her Mom's voice. Sam recognized it and had been hyping herself up for what her next steps would be. "Yeah…I'm doing okay. Just mad at myself" she answered as she opened the door. Finding herself shorter and smaller and so much younger than the woman on the other side made her stomach flip. It was a real shock and it really put her in her place. "Aww honey Don't beat yourself up. It just wasn't your day. You'll get them the next time" she said as she reached out and stroked her hair, a look of love and compassion on her face. "Thanks…I'm just…" she giggled nervously "I let my team down and it just makes me mad. It's not my day…for, so, so many reasons" "Don't. In the end, it's just a game and you're all kids. This isn't the WNBA! You all have a long time to practice and get better and better. Come on…we're going out to dinner" Sam had to pause as it hit her as to just how young she had become "I can’t drive!" A shiver hit her as she looked way up at this woman, her Mom, who was so much taller than her. She knew she was only 31 so the math couldn't work out at her real age but by becoming 9, this woman was 22 years older than her. Sam did feel okay around her. She sensed love and empathy and protective vibes from her. She didn't trust her enough to tell her what had just happened to her "I'll figure this out. I'll get back" she told herself even as she got ready to ride along and go to dinner. Ava steadied herself in her high heels. She looked in the mirror and fluffed out her hair and checked out her face and makeup "Come on Rain! We gotta go!" was yelled by a passing voice outside her door. Ava grabbed her bag and luggage that had already been packed and headed out. A whirlwind of people and voices and activities spun around her. Everything was taken from her and she found herself in a car with 4 of her teammates on the way to the charity event. A few pictures were taken and Ava uploaded them to her Instagram, knowing the password naturally. The conversations were fluid; absolutely no one could possibly guess that anything was different than usual. Ava knew what she was doing, everything was just flowing through her head. She had a great time, met all her obligations and took a ton of pics which got a lot of ❤️ on her account. So many comments about how beautiful she looked and how well composed and mature she was. At the end of the event, they found they had outfits waiting for them to change into, sweats and comfy clothes for their flight to the east coast, they were playing Connecticut in 2 days. Ava scrubbed off her makeup, changed her clothes and tied her hair up into a messy top knot before heading out. She was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.  Ava's mind raced with strange dreams as she slept and was woken up to change modes of transportation from bus to plane to bus to finally her hotel room. Each time she came to, she was a little more certain of who she was. Sam went to her favorite restaurant for dinner, Culver's. She ran errands and talked with her parents as small details filled in. By the time they got home, she was exhausted. She quickly checked her Instagram and saw the pictures of…herself? Her favorite player Sam Rainey? Both? She lay down and slept deeply for the next 10 hours. Ava was up and at a shoot around practice where her shots were falling. She made cuts and step back jumpers. The playback was memorized in her mind and all her muscles were attuned. Her body, and it was her body, knew what she was doing. She was an elite college level athlete. Ava woke up with brain fog. She didn't know where she was, she was so confused but it quickly came together "I'm just in my room…what a bunch of weird dreams" She sat up and got out of bed before she froze mid step. Her jaw dropped as it hit her "I'm supposed to be older…and a whole lot taller!" They text back and forth as both of them did homework that Sunday. Ava didn't want to let Sam know how easy it was and Sam definitely didn't want Ava to know how hard it was for her to finish. After a long day at school, Sam came home, did her chores and homework, had dinner and settled in on the couch to watch Notre Dame take on Uconn.  It was an out of body experience.  Sam saw herself for the first time since Saturday when she had been her. She was not controlling her body yet it was performing perfectly, not a single missed step or sign that anything was wrong or different. Before the game, Holly Rowe did a quick interview with "Sam" Hearing the voice speaking in that cadence and giving the answers caused a huge lump to form in Sam's throat. Ava was an absolute natural. The night didn't get any easier for Sam either once the game started. Within 8 seconds, Ava scored her first 3 pointer. She ran the pick and roll, set her feet and fired a perfect shot. Ava went back on defense and covered her assignment. Ava was in game mode. She had gone through her routine and warm-ups, did her interview and started playing. It was all completely comfortable to her, like she had been doing this for years as additional practice and game years added to her. She cruised to 33 points, 8 assists and 3 rebounds as they won a tight one on the road in a very hostile environment 64-62. Ava hit 6 free throws at the end to ice it. Sam watched enthralled "I could do that. That was me" She kept telling herself even as she was having a hard time seeing it, picturing herself doing it. She went to her room and closed her eyes and concentrated "Samantha Rainey…you are Samantha Rainey" she kept chanting in her head.  She looked at the shoes on the shelf "Those shoes are supposed to fit you!" She got up and held them up, they looked impossibly big and impossible to fill.  It was the feeling deep down inside her that actually worried her the most "Maybe I don't want to fill them anymore" Becoming Ava, Sam also discovered that she would have piano and voice lessons along with competitive dance. She really enjoyed these activities and had never done any of them previously, basketball had been everything. "Maybe I want to see what else I can do," she thought. Ava did a post game interview. She had never felt better, never felt so alive or fulfilled "This is where I'm supposed to be. This is what I'm supposed to be doing. This is who I'm supposed to be" she told herself confidently. The next stop was St. John's University in Newark and on the bus ride there, Ava concentrated "Samantha Rainey…you are Samantha Rainey" she chanted to herself. The college level work was simple to her. She had every possible basketball skill she needed. As the week went on and the road trip continued, Ava texted less and less. Sam had dance lessons on Tuesday. She loved it. From the leotards to the shoes, to getting to pull her hair back, she absolutely loved to dance. The feel of it, the way her body moved in rhythm. The music moved her like nothing before, a brand new exhilarating euphoria overtook her. She had also begun playing the piano and found that she was pretty good. She could sing well and wanted to learn guitar too. As the week went on, she texted less to Ava. 14 years later… The marquee outside the venue stated SOLD OUT! Ava Stempler Grammy Award Winner! It was a 5,000 seat theater in the MGM Grand and it was Ava's 3rd and final night there. It was a special show for her and she wanted to make sure that it was one of her best performances. As she worked on her makeup, she thought back on just how she got to where she was at. Onstage after her 5th song, she handed her guitar to a roadie and went to talk to the audience. "Thank you…thank you very much! Las Vegas! How's everybody doing out there?!" The crowd cheered loudly. "Awesome! You guys have been a great crowd! I always love playing Vegas! But tonight,  I want to introduce someone very special to me…I'm sure most of you know her name too, but it means so so much to me that she's here tonight" Ava's smile was a mile wide. "So you all know me as a musician but, let's go back in time to meet little 9 year old Ava!" She laughed "Back then, I was still trying to find my way.  I was taking piano and voice and dance but…yeah I know…my real passion was…get this…basketball!" The crowd cheered and laughed "I know right! Of course I had no idea at that time I would top off at my massive height of 5'3" she laughed again and put her hands on her hips. "When I was 9, I got to meet my hero and tonight she's here with us! Ladies and Gentlemen please give a warm welcome to 3 time WNBA MVP Sam Rainey!!!" She squealed as the crowd roared and the spotlight found her in the front row as she stood up and waved. Sam was in a tight purple dress. Her hair and makeup were on point as the applause rolled in. She had spent her early career with the Las Vegas Aces but was now with the LA Sparks. "Sam is so important to me! We met…and you can see it…it was a viral moment all those years ago when I got her to stop and autograph her pair of game shoes to me!" The crowd applauded loudly again. "That literally changed my whole life guys!" Sam blushed and nodded from the front row. "We actually connected again shortly after that and have been friends ever since. She has encouraged me so much and she just means the absolute world to me!" She clapped and made her way to the piano "I know…you didn't come here tonight to listen to me talk! You want to get to the music!" She started playing the opening notes to her hit song "If I Were You" After a 2 hour show, Ava made her way back to her dressing room. Sam was waiting for her. They smiled, squealed and ran to each other and hugged. They fussed over and talked over the other to begin with since they were so excited to see each other. "I'm the sweaty one tonight when we hug " Ava said. "Yeah, usually it's me!" Sam smiled.  Ava collapsed on the sofa with a bottle of water as Sam sat down in the chair and crossed her long legs. They caught up like always even though they texted multiple times a day. "It's anniversary day again" Ava said with a smile Sam laughed "I know…second birthday!" "Here's to being in the body and life we were meant to be in for 14 awesome years! I have never regretted not swapping back" Ava said. "To the woman who has become my sister through this…the most talented singer and musician I know…who unlocked talent I would have wasted. We truly became the best versions of ourselves as each other" Sam answered her in toasting them. "Although I do miss the height sometimes" Ava admitted with a laugh. "Well once I retire, I won't need it anymore so we will see if we can figure out a way to blow everyone's freaking minds and swap our heights" Sam smiled.

That night, after both were home, it really hit them what had happened in very different ways. Joan smiled looking up at the ceiling. She could still feel it; all of it, being Abby, having Abby's body, living Abby's life. Abby shivered, she slipped out of bed feeling bile build up quickly in her mouth and she rushed to the bathroom, sweating. She could still feel it, it made her skin crawl. She shuddered in disgust and disbelief. "I can't believe I was actually my Mom?!" Her mind screamed in horror. She thought about having that older, thicker body. The rougher and loose skin. She could close her eyes and still see that as her body. "Please don't ever let that happen again…I don't want to ever even act like her…" Joan dreamt of the weekend while Abby began to have recurring nightmares. Abby became jumpy and irritable every time she was around her Mom. She started to avoid her, subtly at first, coming up with excuses for not seeing her or spending time with her. For a few weeks, it worked but then, it became suspicious. Joan's desires only grew stronger in the absence of contact. She envisioned herself more and more as Abby. Picking out what clothes she would wear that day, what she would do at work; Joan was actually taking a graphic design course on line to try to connect with her daughter's profession. Abby's revulsion only grew stronger. Every day though, thoughts would jump back into her head, frustrating her further. A snowstorm hit and Abby was working from home. A knock at the door surprised her. She gasped, opening it and seeing her Mother standing there. "Since you're trying to avoid me, I decided to make you see me and talk to me by, well, forcing the issue" Abby backed up in shock letting her Mom come in. "Oh no, I haven't been avoiding you, I've, um, just been really busy and…: Joan's put her hand up in a stop gesture. "You're avoiding me young lady" she said succinctly and in a disappointed tone. "Ever since we got back…" she tsked and shook her head "I had hoped and prayed that would make us closer but…I was wrong. What's the matter Abby? Why won't you talk to me?" Joan asked as she took off her coat and boots. Abby was frozen, conflicted on what she should say. Should she lie or tell her Mom the truth? With a sigh, Abby said "Well mom to tell you the truth, I'm freaked the fuck out about our recent little walk in each other's bodies" she caught her Mom's eyes as she turned around in a bit of shock herself. "Oh no Honey" Joan said. Abby took a step backwards and put her hand out "Oh yes. I…I think about it and it grosses me out. How the fuck did I end up in your body and you in mine? That…that's fucking insane! It's not natural…I was you!" The tone of Abby's voice told Joan everything she needed to know and Joan now found herself not only disappointed but also angry and hurt. "Oh. I see" she said curtly, pursing her lips. Abby felt it build up, she couldn't stop it. Suddenly, every grievance and annoyance was coming out of her mouth, recounting every perceived flaw and grudge she had ever held against her Mother. A verbal berating ensued. A full out argument exploded between Mom and daughter as Joan now unloaded on Abby. "You two…" Hearing a new voice made both Abby and Joan jump and scream. Madame Onyx stood in the foyer behind them. "AAAAAHHHH!" Joan yipped. "What the fuck are you doing here?! How the fuck did you get into my fucking house?! Get the fuck out of here you fucking witch!" Abby said. Madame Onyx simply said "No" Abby paused, blinked. "You two…you don't understand what you have just done" she pointed at Abby. "You have unleashed a curse" "Curse?! The only curse was letting you do your weird fucking little magic trick before on me" "You haven't learned a single thing you spoiled little girl" Madame Onyx said looking Abby dead in the eye. "This was no parlor trick. You two are linked in true magic to understand one another. So, since you obviously don't understand, you in your anger have initiated the next step; a step not easily broken…no, now you are truly in for understanding. You will see" Abby furrowed her brow as Madame Onyx looked at both of them, a fire in her eyes as a guttural sound emitted from her closed lips. "Don't you fucking DARE!" Abby started to say. "I have told you, you impudent girl! It. Is. Too. Late. Everything is already in motion and you cannot stop it. You will learn to appreciate and understand your…" "AAAAAHHHH! What the FUCK?! Why the fuck do I need to fucking understand my fucking Mother? We are not the only mother and daughter to disagree and…" "You!" Madame Onyx pointed and Abby stopped. "At the next full moon. And every full moon afterwards…you two will now switch places. Four days every month you two will be the other. Physically, mentally. You will only know afterwards…while you are in the other's body, you will be them so completely that only afterwards will it be apparent what you did" Abby gasped as Joan merely stared at Madame Onyx. "Mark my words. This could go even further if you are not careful. Longer stretches. Lingering effects both physically and mentally" Abby was about to question further, but Madame Onyx vanished. Joan put on her coat and boots "I should go" she said quietly and quickly. Abby was left speechless. Over the next week, Abby fluctuated between denial and dread. Part of her thought the whole thing had never happened. The other part watched the calendar. "The fuck I'm going to be some kind of Weremom!" Joan drove home in a daze. Over the next week though, her anticipation only grew. She could never express her deep desire but this could be her ultimate chance to become Abby. Joan couldn't stop thinking about being Abby, picturing it endlessly, living out her own version of her life from afar. But now…she knew what she had seen and heard and she had also experienced her daughter's stubborn wrath about it. All of which made her think in those lingering words. "Every full moon thereafter. Longer, lingering physical and mental effects" Joan shivered in anticipation.  "Am I actually a Weredaughter?! A WereAbby?!" Joan looked at herself in the mirror, wanting to see Abby's face there instead.  Abby wasn't replying to her. Joan had talked to her husband Dan and had interacted with him instead. Night fell. Abby got her kids to bed and slipped to the basement saying she needed to work. Her heart was now racing but she kept talking to herself, insistent that it wasn't going to happen. "The moon is always out. It's always there. Stupid movie plot point…" she muttered to herself. "I am not turning into my Mother tonight" She paced the floor "I've already done my time as her…what woman has to physically switch places with their stupid fucking Mother as a lesson in understanding?! It's so unfair! I'm a Mother myself…she can't tell me what to do"  Abby was getting agitated and worked up. She stopped in her tracks as she felt her stomach flip and flutter. She froze in abject fear. Her eyes widened "No!" she blurted out feeling her stomach roll. Abby started to shake and shiver. "No…" she mumbled, her hands shook and she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Slowly she lifted her arms. "AH!" She yelped out seeing that her fingernails were bright pink. "No, this isn't happening…this is Not happening again!"  Abby wanted to scream as loud and as long as she could but she stopped herself. She didn't want her husband and kids to know.  She shoved a towel into her mouth and screamed while biting down on it. Anger, frustration and fear all exploded inside her. "FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her scream became primal into the towel as she felt her body tingling. Her skin prickled. Internally, everything rolled and tumbled abd trembled. Abby felt her spine stretching out and she heard a crack and a pop. Her hands shook and twitched as her veins rose up more prominently and additional wrinkles etched in. Her fingernails thickened as the polish seemed to rise up. Her skin grew rougher as her fingers expanded. Abby was wearing black shorts and a white tank top. She watched her wrists change as a wave seemed to pass back through her arms. Her forearms lengthened. The skin grew darker and more weathered before more drastic changes hit her upper arms. Going from 34 to 62 was much more obvious in certain areas: Upper arms being one of them. A sudden plumpness hit Abby's arms, stretching out her skin and muscles; both of which responded by going lax.  Abby shuddered feeling her biceps and triceps simply flutter and deflate leaving her with old lady arms. "Shit! Fuck! God Damn It!" Abby growled as her shirt started to grow tighter. Her body was thickening. Her skin was denser in places and yet thinner in others. The skin on her chest was leathery and rough while her back and shoulders bulged out with subcutaneous fat. Abby could feel her back spreading outward. The tank top pulled tight across her back and sides. She could hear the fabric pulling on her shirt which was interrupted by a loud gurgling from her stomach accompanied by a wave of nausea. Abby grimaced, afraid of throwing up, she clenched her teeth and moaned as her stomach muscles tightened.  Her muscles started to loosen at the same time she felt her stomach pushing outward. Abby's jaw now opened and dropped as she looked down in horror seeing her Mom's belly pushing out, forming up in a soft ball underneath the taut white fabric. She felt a breeze as her doughy flesh expanded out and moved the shirt aside to expose itself. "HHHHRRRNNNNNGGGGAAAHHHH!" She exclaimed as sweat broke out all over her body and her chest thrust outward. Abby's shoulders shot back as her chest surged outward and her chest muscles tensed. Tingling broke out over her breasts, her nipples popped up and out. Her areolas spread and grew wider and darker as her nipples grew as well. Abby was panting as her breasts swelled up, growing larger; from her natural 34B to her Mom's 38C. Her shirt again strained as flesh and mass accumulated, filling out her chest with her Mom's larger breasts. Abby hadn't moved, her feet were planted firmly on the floor. She felt her feet begin to move. She felt the carpet moving against her soles, tickling slightly as her feet widened and grew bigger. Her heels slid backwards as her soles thickened and her feet widened. Rougher white skin formed on her heels as veins lifted on the tops of her thicker feet. Her toes popped as they grew wider and larger. Looking down, she saw that same bright pink polish again. It turned her stomach as her toes and toenails shifted and changed shape into her Mom's. Her knees were weak and her legs were numb. Everything from her waist down had all come to life at once. Muscles twitched, skin rumbled about in anticipation as bones and tendons creaked. A sharp cold jab in her lower abdomen caused Abby to moan out and double over. Her fleshy arms pressed feebly against her stomach trying to get to the source. Abby was losing her fertility and vibrancy, her vitality itself was leaving, presumably to her Mother across town, but at that moment, Abby was solely focused on her own body. Her ovaries drained, her uterus fell dormant and a dry itchiness settled in, deep down as her sexual organs changed into those of her own Mother. She shivered at the thought of now possessing the uterus and vagina of her Mom. For the first time in forever, she was glad her parents were divorced. Abby's shorts had been loose. Had been.  She felt the legs tighten and begin to cut into her soft flesh as her thighs grew larger and softer. Her ass was expanding, pushing out and pressing her shorts and panties. Her hips spread in conjunction with the rest of her. Matronly hips and a much larger and fuller rear end made her shorts look like biker shorts. Abby's knees popped and groaned. Her right knee shimmied "Fuck!" Abby proclaimed grabbing at it and feeling the stiff artificial joint that had just replaced her own bone. As she rubbed her aching knee, her calves filled out. Standing up, she let out "oh…oh man" in a weak whispered groan. Abigail turned to the mirror. She still had her own face and hair, but she knew not for very much longer. It was her face atop her Mom's body "Just fucking get it over with" she hissed through gritted teeth. Abby wiped the sweat from her forehead as her hairline shifted. Her hair lightened and began to style itself differently, now in her Mom's style. Her eyebrows thinned and lightened as lines etched into her furrowed forehead. The skin on her neck loosened and her chin weakened. As her jaw slacked, her mouth shrank and her cheeks dropped, giving her a more jowly expression. Her nose shrank and changed shape as her eyelashes thinned. Her brown doe eyes shrank and narrowed and she removed her glasses as her vision changed. Her eyes changed from brown to blue as her lips thinned. More lines and age spots appeared on her tingling skin. Her lips thinned and she used her fingers to lift them up to watch her teeth shrink and shift inside her mouth. Her gums felt like liquid as her teeth and tongue shifted. A tickle ran down her throat and she knew her next words would come out in her Mom's nasal New Jersey accented voice. Abby shook. Her phone vibrated new messages over and over as she took in several deep breaths trying to calm down. Her hands trembled as she attempted to open up her phone. Her eyes were straight, still staring in the mirror as she fiddled with her foreign fingers, swiping and pressing her message icon. "Fuck!" She swore in her Mom's voice upon seeing the messages were from 'Mom'. 'I'm on my way over' was the most recent message but before that, her Mom had sent a series of selfies.  The first was a picture of her hand. A very smooth and delicate hand with light gray nail polish. Abby felt her blood boil seeing her hand coming up as a picture. The next picture was her Mom's smiling face atop her smooth chest, the top curve of her pert, petite breasts were very visible. A picture of her flat stomach with a smooth hand splayed out on it. A picture taken mid face change: Joan is flipping her dark hair, she has big brown eyes, thick dark eyebrows but a small wrinkly mouth that's carrying a wicked smile. The final picture is Abby. Abby, wearing her Mom's clothes, a flannel night shirt and flannel pants. "Oh my God…" Abby braced herself against the wall, putting her hand out to steady her shaky legs. Abby knew the drive was less than 10 minutes. The house was quiet but she didn't want to risk getting seen like this. Her phone went off. "I'm on the street' was the text. Abby crept up the steps as quiet as she could 'side door' she text back. Abby squinted and saw a figure moving light on her feet towards the house. She heard shuffling and scuffing; her Mom's shoes were too big for her feet and she was trying to not lose them as she ran to the door. Buffalo plaid pants snapped in the cold air around her skinny legs. A different patterned red and black flannel top hung loosely on her chest. Her eyes were huge, her smile was wide, her dark hair whipped back as she angled her youthful face into the wind. "Where did you get a pair of my glasses?!" was the first inexplicable question Abby asked. Of all the questions, that was what came out first, seeing her Mom standing there. "Oh! I, uh, had a pair of your spare, old frames around…" she whispered harshly as she tiptoed into the house. Abby was flustered and disoriented seeing her Mom now in the flesh. Her flesh. "So I guess it happened" Joan said trying not to sound too happy about it. "It's real!" "Yeah. No fucking shit it's real!" Abby whispered impatiently and angrily. "Switch me clothes" Joan said already shimmying her hips and slipping her pants off. Abby sighed but did as she was told. It was more of a struggle for her but more of a relief to get the tight clothes off. There was a slight falling sensation as her breasts came free, then as her ass and hips did. Her thighs could breathe. Hastily in the dim light of the kitchen, they swapped clothes. "There's no time to waste and dwell. Drive back to my place. Text me when you get there" Joan said, rushing Abby out. Abby slipped on her Mom's canvas sneakers. They fit her feet perfectly, not a bit too big. "Before Dan or the kids hear us!" She shooed her out. Abby stumbled out but walked briskly down the drive to her Mom's car. Once inside, she slumped down "What the fuck am I going to do?" Joan stood in the kitchen; her heart pounding. "Jesus Christ…I'm Abby. I'm in Abby's body. In Abby's house…" she closed her eyes and tried to compose herself. She went to the sofa and sat down.  She peeked out the window and saw her car was gone. As she sat, her mind began to race. It was the oddest sensation; the inside of her head felt like it was floating. It wasn't a headache, it wasn't even a bit painful but things were obviously starting to change.  Like the changes to her body, changes were now coming to her mind. Vocabulary and wording were starting to alter. Additionally, work skills were coming to her. Little things like passwords and other very personal things were simply there for Joan. Her phone vibrated 'I'm home' she read from 'Mom' Just reading the simple word Mom made a mental picture appear in Joan's mind. A woman in her early 60s. Blondish hair, blue eyes…annoying… Joan pictured herself and associated her daughter's emotions to her. Those emotions stuck. 'Good to hear. How are you doing?' Joan text back. After a wait 'I'm okay. Confused. Tired. I want to lie down. My head is foggy' 'Good idea, get some rest' Joan text back. Joan got up and she crept softly up the stairs. She brushed her teeth and text a few more quick messages to her Mom, ending with 'Night' She looked down at the burnt orange polish on her toes as she wiggled them. She smiled as she climbed into bed, curling up behind Dan. It had been a long time since Joan had shared a bed with a man. She was nervous, a bit tentative to touch him. But, her thoughts were now snowballing, becoming more and more Abby like.  So many memories with this man were coming to her. Just putting her hand on his hip triggered a million more. She closed her eyes and let them all wash over her. Her eyes fluttered as her mind simply raced. Complex changes occurred in her brain. New pathways forged. New skills developed. Old ways were overwritten. Every single relationship changed perspective. Joan slumped forward, falling asleep, overwhelmed by her physical, mental and emotional change. Abby drove to her Mom's condo numb. On autopilot she finds herself in the garage and walking into the condo like a zombie. She fumbled with her phone. Typing with just her index finger now instead of her usual flying thumbs, she let Joan know she was home. Abby slumped on the sofa; knees apart, hands slack at her sides, mouth slightly open. She was simply exhausted, she didn't want to move, probably couldn't have if she tried. Her eyes fluttered, her chest and stomach rose and fell as she breathed in and out. Abby was helpless but to watch the entirety of her Mom's life play out to her.  At first, it was like watching a movie, a third person perspective but not for very long. Soon, it became a first person perspective complete with feelings and emotions, sounds and smells; absolutely immersive. Abby's mind was rewiring itself, rewriting itself as if she really were Joan all along. Every relationship changed perspective to her. Her emotions, thoughts and feelings changed. Her personality changed. Skills left her, replaced by different, varying elements and new pathways. Abby's head drooped as she fell asleep right there on the sofa. She dipped over and lay down, physically and mentally overwhelmed, her older body craving rest. Abby awoke cold in the dark. Confused and puzzled, foggy headed but clearing "Oh Jeez…I fell asleep on my couch!" She realized sitting up. She stood and instinctively flexed her artificial knee like she always did when it hadn't moved in a while. She had to use the bathroom. At her age, Abby always woke up at least once a night. Something felt off to her though as she made her way down the hall "I must have been having a dream" she mumbled to herself in the dark, quiet condo. "This isn't a fucking dream!" Abby heard in her daughter's voice in her head as she sat down in the bathroom. She shook her head "dreaming about Abby" she thought feeling annoyed about her daughter and her attitude. Always that "I'm cooler than you Mom. You don't know, you've never really understood me…I'm so edgy and hip" Abby thought about her daughter "But I love my granddaughters so much I will do anything for them…and I love my daughter too of course. I had my own issues with my parents…they came from the depression and never understood me either…just the cycle of life" Abby crawled into her warm bed and was soon out. Alarms went off…still dark outside but time for the day. Joan turned off her phone alarm and sat up in bed momentarily before swinging her bare legs out. Black shorts and a white tank top on, she padded to the bathroom to start her morning routine. "Oh yes!" Joan heard her Mom's voice inside her head which kind of freaked her out but she wrote it off and brushed her teeth. She showered but something felt just a bit off. She lingered in the shower, she was proud of her body; proud that she had lost all of her baby weight. She felt like dressing a little nicer today than usual. Joan did her hair and makeup, emphasizing her eyebrows and eyes. She pulled out a skirt. Most days she wore pants but today just felt different. A black skirt and black boots along with a navy blue top. She got her daughters up and moving. Dan helped get them moving as well. Dan took their oldest to school on his way to work while Joan took their younger one to preschool. Her Mom would pick her up at noon and have her through the afternoon. Joan went through her very normal routine like it was hers and hers alone. A few stray thoughts about how well her knee felt wandered in…"weird huh" she thought. "Luckily, Dan gets to deal with my Mother" she thought as she went into work. Her husband picked up their daughter on his way home from work. She went up and keyed in the door code, made her way to her desk and signed in. She responded to emails about her ongoing projects, ran her usual morning reports and got to work. Her eyes and hands worked in tandem; Joan was a highly skilled and regarded graphic designer. She crossed her ankles underneath her as she settled into work. Abby's morning was much more leisurely. She was retired, she woke up early anyway but didn't feel any pressure or deadlines. She needed to be at her granddaughter's preschool at 12. Abby got up and adjusted her mismatched pj's with a chuckle. She slipped her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers and shuffled to the kitchen for coffee. As she turned on the Today Show and settled in with her drink, she just had this odd feeling like something was off. She couldn't put her finger on what it was though, just a nagging feeling way deep down that something was wrong. She put it aside and got on her tablet to check in online.  She kept thinking about her daughter though. Like whatever was off had to do with her.  Abby made her way to the bathroom to get ready. She looked in the mirror at her reflection. She smirked at it. Her messy blonde hair and still puffy face…wrinkles but not too bad for 62 Abby thought until she stopped. "There's that weird feeling again!" Abby looked down at herself really searching for the why behind this odd feeling. Slowly she put out her hands. "No…" Abby shut her eyes and concentrated hard on last night. Her daughter's house…why…her house? Standing perfectly still she could feel her body moving, growing somehow. One word came up in her head "Curse" But then she lost her concentration. It was so close, right at the front of her brain. Instead of torturing herself, Abby stripped down and turned on the shower, standing there naked as it heated up, she ran her hands over her hips and ass, feeling her own flesh and body. Standing under the water, letting the warmth run over her body, Abby lathered up. A tickle rose up in her stomach and it fluttered. She laughed at herself "Where is all this coming from?!"  She dried off and got ready, doing her hair and minimal makeup to smooth out her color. She brushed her teeth and got dressed. A comfy sweater and tan pants, socks and slip on canvas shoes. She ran a few errands and went to pick up her granddaughter from school. She got excited and started waving seeing her come to the door.  Abby found herself talking in a falsetto voice, overemphasizing everything the 3 year old said or did. She heard her daughter's scolding voice in her head, Abby disapproved of her over the top antics but she didn't care, that's what being a grandma was all about; being goofy, being the one who could, no, should spoil the kids. They played and sang and danced and watched kids shows until Dan arrived. Dan gave her a look seeing how wound up the girl was; not that he didn't expect it every time. She liked her son in-law. He was a good guy and ran decent interference between her and her daughter.  After Dan had left, Abby was exhausted. She sat and a random thought popped into her head that made her blush "What if I were married to Dan if I were his age instead of being his Mother in law?" Abby's jaw dropped at her own thoughts but yet, it brought back that feeling from the morning. Joan finished up and went home, tired but knowing that her day was nowhere near done. Dinner and the night routine took over. Spending time with her kids, then her husband and texting with her friends as she relaxed after the kids were in bed. The next two days, a Thursday and Friday both went by routinely. Friday night after the kids were asleep, Joan gave a knowing look to her husband. Dan was more than ready. Joan had dressed up for work the last 3 days. He didn't know why but he had to admit that seeing her in dresses had really turned him on. Joan, for her part, had been aching for an opportunity to be with her husband. She had really just been in the mood. She went down on him immediately, sucking and working him over. She was rewarded with the spot on top of him, easing her pussy down over his massive dick. She gasped, it felt so good having him inside her. They got into rhythm, picking up speed until he came inside her. Seconds later, she came too. It felt so good. They continued making out like kids; their hands and mouths just couldn't get enough. They fell asleep in each other's arms. Abby had gone through her week balancing her babysitting with her volunteer work and her social schedule with her friends.  That feeling never quite went away. She kept hearing Abby's sarcasm bubble up inside her, especially during her dinner with her friend Patty. Abby hated Patty, she thought she was super annoying. Abby had a great dinner with her yet throughout, she kept sensing what Abby would say, some snarky, smart ass response. Also, for reasons unknown to her, she had been really worked up and easily aroused the last few days. On Thursday morning, she had taken a bath and took care of herself. Her vision blurred due to the intensity of her orgasm as she lay in the bath, her pink toes pressed down hard against the far side of the tub. On Friday night after dinner, she took a second bath. "Dang…you'd think you were half your age with all these feelings" she teased herself, drying off on wobbly, weak legs. Saturday was busy for everyone for different reasons. Joan and Dan went to bed around 9, both tired. Joan was drifting off when suddenly, her eyes popped wide open "Oh Shit!" Abby was on her sofa, curled up with a good book. She was tired but wanted to finish up the next chapter. She had just closed it and glanced up at the clock 9:27. She shivered from head to toe "Oh Shit!" Joan slipped out of bed softly, yet urgently. She tiptoed out the door and down the hall, bouncing through the kitchen to the stairs to the basement. Once downstairs, she whipped out her phone and even though her hands were trembling, she pulled up her Mom's contact and text 'Holy Shit! We switched bodies like the curse said…now it's time to switch back!' Abby stood up, her stomach flipped and she felt numb. Her phone went off 'Abby'. She read it and it all came back to her, crashing down, everything. "Oh God. Ohmygod!" She said in her nasal New Jersey accented voice. The embarrassment. The mortifying acknowledgment of how she had been, who she had been for the last 4 days. How natural she had felt.  'Oh jeez…once I switch back, I'll drive over' Abby managed to text back thinking about Tuesday night now clearly. Joan read the text. She had taken off her clothes. She took several deep breaths as she felt her body begin to revert back. Abby stood frozen in place in the middle of the room. Her face was beet red. Even if only she knew…she knew. She knew what she had done, how she had acted "This is definitely a fucking curse!" She yelled at the sky. The tingling started up followed by the trembling and twitching "At least I'm changing back" she muttered in her Mom's voice "But apparently this is going to keep happening to us…next full moon. I'm back to this!" She looked down at herself in this body. She felt her lips go numb first. The last thing to change was now the first as her lip parted and she felt her teeth shift in her gums. Her tongue pressed against the backs of her teeth, feeling them widen and grow, straighten and strengthen. Abby's lips pushed out, smoothing out the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth. She had kept a pair of her glasses in the drawer of the side table. She stepped that way and her feet slipped out of her slippers. She stumbled and caught herself, feeling a jolt in her artificial right knee. She muttered and mumbled reaching for the drawer. Her nose was changing, her cheeks were lifting and firming up. Her ears were shrinking, her chin and jawline reshaped. Abby could feel her face shifting and moving as it changed back into her own. She held onto the frames as her forehead spread and smoothed. Her eyebrows itched as they filled out. Abby's eyes watered. She felt the skin puffing up, filling back out as her eyes grew larger. She blinked incessantly as her own eyes returned. Her vision blurred as they turned from blue to her natural brown and she slid her glasses on. As her eyes adjusted, her hair began to change. It grew darker and restyled to a style suitable to a woman in her mid 30s as opposed to her 60s. As it grew out, the skin on her neck pulled taut. Abby was deflating; slimming down as muscle returned and fat disappeared. "Oh thank God!" She sighed seeing her stomach shrinking. She could feel her ass lifting up and hips pulling inward. Her panties and pants loosened as now her thighs joined in and trimmed. Abby jerked as her back tightened and pulled in tightly. She grimaced slightly as she shrank an inch in height but the excess fat on her upper back and sides sucked in as well making it worth it. Smooth skin glistened as muscle tone rejuvenated. Abby felt better; stronger, more energetic. She hadn't realized how tired she was getting, the little aches and pains associated with her Mom's body and age had felt natural to her. Now that they were lessening, she realized how many there were. Getting her own ass back felt great. She shivered at the thought of the fatter one she had hauled around. Her hips slimmed, her thighs and calves trimmed back up into shape as her stomach continued changing shape, getting smaller and flatter. Abby jerked and spasmed as her shoulders yanked backwards and she thrust out her chest. She grit her teeth as an intense wave of heat rippled through her chest.  Abby strained to see her chest. The skin pulled taut and the color stabilized as her breasts shrank down but also perked up. Her nipples shrank and sent a spine tingling sensation that made her mouth water and her toes curl. She was heating up internally. She took in a very deep breath as her lower abdomen throbbed. Warmth radiated outward as her vitality and fertility returned to her.  Like a furnace kicking on, her uterus revitalized, her ovaries filled up, her DNA returned to her own as her sexual organs shifted and reverted back to her own. She shuddered and shivered as her clit popped. Abby's flabby upper arms trimmed back up, pleasing her more than it should. Old lady arms really bothered her. The bright pink polish on her fingers and toes swirled into a kaleidoscope before her fingernails turned light gray and her toenails became burnt orange. She splayed her fingers out as the backs of her hands smoothed out and plumped up. The wrinkles lessened, most vanished just leaving the normal ones at her knuckles as her fingers slimmed and became her own again.  Abby looked down and lifted her toes as her feet slid against the carpet as they shrank down and narrowed. Her soles thinned, her heels healed, her toes straightened, her nails trimmed and thinned, all reshaping into her own familiar feet. She shifted her weight and her lounge pants drooped and the bottoms pooled over the tops of her feet. Quickly, she bunched up the left side of her pants in her fist and grabbed her Mom's phone, purse and keys. She slipped her feet into a pair of now roomy canvas sneakers and headed to the car. Abby drove across town No stupid selfies came through as she drove and parked on the street. 'Side door' she text her own phone. She was already out of the car and walking briskly up to the house. She stood at the door and saw her Mom's silhouette on the other side unlocking and letting her in. They eyed each other momentarily before Abby came in and shivered. Joan was in her robe, holding it closed at her chest. Joan started smirking, she was barely holding in a gale of laughter. The smirk became a smile as Abby shuffled past her. Abby looked around and in an angry tone through clenched teeth whispered loudly "Basement! Now!" She slipped out of her Mom's shoes, hiked up her Mom's loose lounge pants and went down the stairs. She was waiting by Dan's Bowflex machine as Joan leisurely made her way down.  The robe was a bit small on her, but it did its job. "OK. You proved whatever point you wanted I suppose. What the Hell are we going to do about this?!" "I have absolutely no idea" Joan replied passively.  Abby glared at her Mom, her eyes wide. "What?! What do you want me to say? I didn't do this! I am just as much a victim of this curse as you are. I didn't ask for this" "It's so weird! I can't just keep turning into you every full moon! No! I think we need to go and find that stupid bitch and make her undo this! That's what I think" Joan shrugged. "If you think it will work" "I have to try" Abby said. "We have to try if you're such a victim" "You are so full of yourself" Joan thought but she simply crossed her arms and blinked and said "Settle down. It's over now" That only made Abby mad again ""But it's not over! Don't you see? In like 3 and a half weeks, I'll turn back into you again!" Joan just sighed. "Didn't you think it was a bit strange? Did you…did you, God I don't know how to say this…did you, um, really think you were me the whole time?" She was blushing. Joan leaned forward interested but she didn't answer right away. Abby huffed "These days. I didn't think or act like myself. I thought of myself as my daughter…I acted like you. I thought like you would or, like you do. I was totally you" "Oh…I get what you're saying. Yes. To put it that way…yes, I absolutely thought I was you.  I mean, I knew your job. I knew all your passwords and things like that. I guess I never did think of myself as myself. I was…well, I was Abigail" "Shit! That's what I was afraid of!" Abby sat down on the workout bench; her knees together, her feet lifted up on the balls. Her feet bounced, she leaned forward. Joan stood by, not sure exactly what to say. Abby stood back up "We both need to think about this, but tomorrow, we're going to go for a little drive towards the lake and Madame Onyx's store" "Okay" Joan replied. Abby started to undress and Joan let the robe open. Abby grabbed a pair of underwear from the laundry along with a tank top. She was quiet as she put them on. Joan dressed in the clothes Abby had worn over. They wordlessly made their way back up and Joan left. Abby stood in her kitchen as confused as ever. Joan drove home in a mess of emotions. Smiling, singing along to the 70s on 7,  reflecting on just what exactly she had done the last 4 days in her daughter's body.  The skills she had, the conversations she had, the clothes she had worn, the sex she had with Dan. She blushed and felt flustered. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel "But I was Abby" she said to herself. "I wasn't in my own mind…I was in hers" She got home and couldn't sleep. She simply sat and wrote out in longhand her thoughts and memories of the last few days. It was well past 2 before she drifted off into a fitful sleep. Abby sat at her dining room table. Her thumbs flew as she journalled her feelings, thoughts and memories of being her Mother. Thousands of words flowed out of her. She had to express herself somehow. She couldn't tell anyone except her Mom. No one would believe her. Her embarrassment welled up so many times. Acting like her, having her personality, having her voice, having her friends and social life and God, having her body. That she had masterbated in her Mom's body. She had experienced an orgasm as her Mother. She had rubbed her Mom's clit, inserted fingers inside…"But I WAS her. I wasn't myself at all! I was Joan for all intents and purposes! I had her mind! There was nothing me about me at that point" Abby had every possible thought and emotion raging inside her but, justification was coming to her. An acceptance was coming. She was still mortified. She was dreading the next time. She had to reason with Onyx. Abby went to bed and hugged on her husband. She didn't sleep well; she kept replaying the last few days over and over and over. She appreciated her time with her daughters in the morning, but at around 11. She said she had to run an errand with her Mom. No one questioned her. Abby's stomach flipped, pulling into her Mom's driveway and seeing her come out unleashed a flood of emotions.  Joan's smiling face beamed as she walked out to the car. Abby knew what it felt like to walk like that. How the feet felt, the knee, hips…her ass. The swing of the arms, the move of the torso, the swish of the hair tickling her ears. Abby could feel it all now. Joan was anxious. Anxious about seeing her own daughter. There was just something else about it now; something more, something so much deeper.  Her stomach flipped seeing her sitting behind the wheel. She saw her resting face, her hands gripping the wheel and she could just simply out herself in that place so easily, in that body. It had been hers. "Good morning…how ya doing?" Joan asked getting in. Abby rolled her eyes and scoffed "I slept like shit last night" "Me too" Joan admitted. They drove for a bit in silence "Hey…I know this is all so super weird. There is literally nothing we can say to make this not awkward so, we just need to acknowledge that and still talk to each other, continue to be with each other and keep up like always as best we can" Joan said. "Yeah I know" Abby agreed, nodding "it's just…I don't know! Being you! You being me! I'm just having a hard time right now wrapping my head around this" They talked about their initial vacation trip and then some of the details of the most recent days. Neither admitted either of their sexual feelings or adventures. They rounded a bend and saw the McDonald's and the old house across the road. Abby pulled into the gravel lot and got out quickly. Abby went in first. The door slipped out her hand and slammed shut even before Joan got to the door. Joan opened it softly and slipped in. Abby turned and looked at her Mom and by the time she swung back around, she gasped and jumped as Madame Onyx had entered the room. "Well look who decided to show up" she looked directly at Abby "Hello Joan" Abby gave her a half disgusted half fake amused look at the joke. "Yes, haha, thanks to you and that's what we're here about" "Well I seriously doubted you just decided to stop in for tea" "You've made your point" Abby said. "I get it. She gets it. Please stop this" Madame Onyx smirked incredulously "No" she snapped and walked away. Abby's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.  Madame Onyx made her way across the room to a rocking chair. She sat, crossed her scrawny, bony legs and lit a cigarette. She took a long drag off it and blew out smoke "What part of curse don't you get honey?" She stared at Abby. "It doesn't just end after 1 time…" she shook her head "Are you nuts? You don't get out of this that easy and you don't get a say in it. Simple as that" "But that's not…I can't. I can't just keep switching bodies with her" Abby was flustered. "Yes you can and yes you will. You don't get to show up and Karen your way out of this. You don't come in here acting like you'll just speak to the manager!" She burst out laughing at her. "Listen honey; I ain't your Fairy fucking Godmother Cinderella! I'm not your Genie. I'm more like Loki" Abby sucked in her lips nervously. "What? Not going like you planned? You plotted out some movie like speech and you're not getting the chance to say it and now you're figuring out that I'm not going to change my mind, I'm not going to do what you want and you're wasting your time" Abby drew in a deep breath. Madame Onyx continued smoking "Push your luck…see how it goes. If you complain one more time, I will make it go longer. Or I will keep something swapped the whole time between you two" she saw Abby's eyes narrow "Hey! If you're not careful, maybe you'll find yourself swapping with me instead of your Mom" Madame Onyx laughed a gravelly sound even as she kept the cigarette between her lips. Abby shot her Mom a frantic look but Joan was completely flustered. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Although I wouldn't mind looking like you one bit" Madame Onyx rose to her feet. "Now I suggest you drive home, enjoy the next 3 or so weeks, and then, enjoy those 4 days as her" she flicked a thumb at Joan "Because this is your life now and you're going to get used to it" she was chuckling as she left the room. Abby was frozen. She couldn't speak or move. Her trip had been a disaster. She threw her hands up, shook her head and stomped out to her car. Joan took a deep breath and quietly but quickly followed her. They had driven 15 minutes back before Joan said anything. Abby had stared out the front window breathing through her nose, her jaw set. "I know it's frustrating. I know it's awkward. I honestly know that there is absolutely nothing I can say to make it better right now" Joan said. Abby waited a moment "I'm mad. It's like I have no control over my body or mind. At points in time, my body and mind are going to turn into yours. Does that make me you or me in your body? What happens if something happens to one of us while we're switched? What if we don't switch back one time? These are all questions going through my head right now. Oh, and thanks for stepping up and helping out back there. Real talkative you were" Joan blushed "I'm sorry! I felt ambushed and I froze! You two, well mostly her, you were going at it and before I knew it, it was out of control!" Joan sat back and let Abby pout. Her eyes kept pulling her way though. Joan kept stealing glances. Despite trying not to, she was already thinking about being her daughter again in a few weeks time. She didn't want to stare, but out of the corner of her eyes, she looked at Abby's right thigh, hip, side, arm and hand.  She would glimpse up and get the side profile and hair.  The radio played on. Joan was a bit surprised that 70s on 7 was on and Abby was softly singing along to Waterloo by ABBA. She didn't realize that she even knew the words. Over the next three weeks, Abby vasicillated back and forth between dread and acceptance, telling herself that it wasn't actually going to happen to almost asking her Mom for a spare set of her clothes to stash at the house. They talked about it but not in depth. They had checked calendars and were figuring that they would swap on Sunday. They had a wedding to go to though on Saturday. An all in one affair at a Country Club, the service would be immediately followed by the reception.

DISCLAIMER!: this is an NSFW Female Possession story and is intended to be viewed by mature audiences. Julie was an elf. And not just any elf but one of santa's elves. Specifically she was part of a special group of elves that would seek out grouchy people and help them get into the christmas spirit. This year the human she was assigned to was Sarah. Sarah was a 20 year old woman with black hair, hazel eyes and an average figure who lives with her boyfriend Jake who absolutely loves christmas. Unlike her boyfriend though, Sarah absolutely HATED christmas. The music, the atmosphere, people constantly going out and fighting over expensive things, she didn't find how it was appealing to everyone. Today, Sarah was home alone while her boyfriend went to work. While he was gone, she was tasked with putting up the christmas decorations alwhile a certain little elf spied from afar. "UGH! why do we have to celebrate this STUPID holiday? Why can't we just treat it like a normal day for once?" Sarah said briefly curaing out her boyfriend while she attempted to unwrap some tinsel. Julie poked her head out from behind the doorframe and lifted her hand in front of her mouth. In her hand was some glittering green powder which is supposed to make people more cheery for the holidays. She took a deep breath and blew it into the living room, catching Sarah by suprise. "UGH! *COUGH* ACK! *HUFF* *COUGH* WHAT THE HELL! If that was some sort of prank from Jake i'm gonna kill him! Great. Now i gotta vaccum this all up!" Sarah said in a furious tone before getting up and heading towards where Julie was hiding to get the vaccum. Sarah was a lot more grouchy than Julie thought. "Well if this human can't be jolly for the holidays then i'll force her to be!" Julie thought to herself. Julie headed for the cupboard that the vaccum was stored in and positioned herself on the top shelf ready for Sarah. When Sarah opened the door, she was greeted by a small, but busty elf pouncing at her from the top shelf. Sarah screamed which provided Julie a perfect entry point into her body. Julie launched into Sarah's mouth and squrmed her way down her throat causing it to bulge out as the elf made her way inside of her. With one final gulp, Julie was now inside of Sarah who was now freaking out. "WH-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT! I JUST SWALLOWED AN ELF?!!? i need to sit down. I think i'm hallucinating." Sarah told herself as she heades into the living room, while clutching and rubbing her semi-bloated stomach. Once she entered the living room, Sarah fell to her knees, clutching her stomach in pain as the elf inside her began to take control. Her stomach returned to normal while her thighs and ass began to swell and grow. The same happened to her breasts, swelling until they reached a D-cup amd her clothes reached their limits and burst into shreds of fabric that covered the floor. Her hair lengthened and changed from black to golden blonde, her nails sported green and red nail polish, her lips plumped up and now sported green and red lipstick (green on the bottom lip red on the top), her ears grew and became pointy and her pussy twitched and tightened. Sarah orgasmed as her eyes went from hazel to purple and Julie took control. "Hmmmmmm. This body of hers feels great." Julie said as she ran her hands up and down her new temporary body. But then remindes herself that she had a job to do. With a flick of her wrist, all of the decorations were magically set up. And then Julie went through Sarah's memories and found out about her boyfriend which the thought of made her body instantly get horny and wet. And then, an idea struck her. "I have an idea on how i can make some christmas fun for the both of us." Julie said as she waved her hand, making the shreds of Sarah's former clothes float in the air as well as the piece of tinsel that Sarah was untangling earlier. The tinsel shredded itself and began to swirl around Julie at a rapid pace along with the shredded pieces of Sarah's clothes. This glittery tornado of fabric would soon ffade away and would reveal Julie wearing a pair of red velvet gloves, green, red and white thigh high stockings, a pair of green and red glittery high heels, a green christmas elf hat and a glittery red dress (that was based off of santa's coat) that streched from halfway down her nipples and stopping a sizable distance above her sopping wet pussy which was adorned with a little bow. "Ahhh. Much better. I hope my "boyfriend" likes the present i got him." Julie says before letting out a little giggle. She then heads up to the bedroom and waits for her "boyfriend" to return. Jake arrives home from a stressful day at work and heads up to the bedroom. "At least she put the decorations up this time." He thinks to himself. He opens the bedroom door and is greeted by Sarah who is laying on the bed looking like a slutty elf and presenting herself with her legs spread apart "Merry christmas baby! I hope you like your present. I know that your little friend down there certainly does!" "Sarah" says as Jake's face turns tomato red as he looks down to his obvious rock hard boner that is poking through his trousers. "Sarah" then grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him down to the bed where the two get to have some "christmas fun". -The End. Hi! incognitomode2003 here! Sorry for the delay between the last possession story i posed and this one. I had the idea for this story for the works for a while and i really wanted to post this before christmas but due to me being away from home and visiting family for christmas and the fact that i was also fighting an ABSOLITE BASTARD of a cold, i couldn't finish it in time. But hey i hope you enjoy the story and hopefully, i can make a new years themed one before it turns 2024 XD

Cindy was a 21-year-old 5’9” blonde with E cup breasts and a nice ass, but she was in deep trouble. She always had an affinity for gambling and she got in way over her head and was now in serious debt with no way to repay. She knew she was going to have to go to her last resort, which would be Brittany’s weird dad Joe, aka her uncle. Brittany was her cousin and roommate who was 20-year-old was 5’3” Brunette with AA cup breasts and a flat ass. They weren’t particularly close and Cindy only lived with her because her uncle Joe offered to pay for most of the apartment. They were going to go to uncle Joe’s for dinner tonight and she would find the time to talk to him. Cindy always dressed in a way that showed off her curves and a family dinner would be no exception. Cindy and Brittany arrived at uncle Joe’s mansion. Cindy never really understood what he did for a living. She knew it involved science and gadgets, but didn’t think she would ever be able to grasp it. Cindy said hello to

It was a quiet night in the countryside and Sarah, a 32 year old ghost hunter is checking out rumours of an old haunted farm house along with her friends Tanya and Jane. The three drive up to the house, grab their equipment and set it up in the house before a nearby thunderstorm rolls in. Sarah uses her paranormal presence detector (PPD for short) to see if there is any presence inside the living room. She has had multiple failed in previous locations and is hoping to pick up a reading in this place but to no avail. "Ugh...no readings in here. Have you two found anything yet?" Sarah asks her friends with a disheartened tone. "Nothing in the hallway." Tanya replies. "Same for the kitchen!" Jane responds. "Ok. I'll go and investigate upstairs. Tanya, stay on this floor and keep an eye out for any reading changes and Jane, investigate the basement." Sarah says to her friends before heading upstairs to investigate more. While all that comotion was going on, the house's resident ghost Misty, was interupted from her peaceful sleep by the sounds of mortals invading her house and making a ruckus. But, she decided to have some fun with them to teach them a lesson...starting with the blonde who went upstairs. Sarah was investigating the huge master bedroom when suddenly, the door slammed shut and locked itself. "Oh come on guys!" Sarah shouted while banging on the door. "This isn't fu-" but before she could finish her sentence, her PPD suddenly received readings that were off the charts before hearing a woman's laughter echo throughout the room. Suddenly, Misty appeared in front of Sarah attempting to scare her while shouting "LEAVE NOW!" But instead of fear, Sarah's eyes lit up with excitement as she was finally confronted with a real ghost. "N-no way! A ghost! A real ghost!" Sarah excitedly exclaimed. "Hold up...you're not scared?" Misty asked extremely confused. "Hell no! Im speaking to a real ghost! And quite a busty one at that." Sarah replied. "Thanks but you're still tresspassin' on my land and interupting ma sleep. And well for that, im gonna possess you." Misty said before getting ready to launch herself down Sarah's throat. "W-wait! Hold on a minute!" Sarah said stopping the ghost lady mid-launch. "Oh what now!" Misty said, getting rather impatient and annoyed. "Well...this gives me an opportunity to gather some data and provide an answer to a question that i have always wondered." "And what question is that?" Misty asked. "Well...we both know that ghosts can possess humans.." "Yes...i was about to possess you." "But one thing that has been on my mind is...can a human...possess a ghost?" "Well...thats somethin i have never heard of before. But it sounds interestin. So how are we gonna try this?" Misty asked intrigued about Sarah's little experement. "Well first things first..." Sarah said as she undressed herself, revealing her perky breasts and average sized ass. "Now, open your mouth and let me climb inside." "Okay." Misty saidand without hesitation, she lowered herself and opened her ghostly mouth allowing Sarah to step inside before rising up, effectively swallowing Sarah's naked body. As for Sarah, the experience was quite cold and slimey as her body was engulfed by the ectoplasm that makes up Misty's ghostly form which caused some very strange transformations to Sarah's body. Sarah begane to feel a tingling sensation all over her body as her corporial form began to melt and change and conform to Misty's ghostly body causing her feet and legs to melt together and fill in the space inside Misty's tail. "Whoa...this is weird." Sarah said but she noticed that her voice was no mixed with the voice of the ghost woman that she is inside of. Moving her body also caused the translucent ghostly form that covers her to also move proving her experiment to be a success. She has now possessed a ghost. "Welp you are now in control of my ghostly body and powers." Misty said inside Sarah's head. "I dont know. I never exactly planned what to test your ghostly abilities on if this experiment was to be a success." Sarah replied. "Well now i have a question. If my powers really do work while i have you inside me, then why don't you possess one of your friends and have some fun?" Misty said. "Y'know. Thats a great idea." Sarah said with a smirk. Sarah then made her way downstairs to the living room where Tanya is busy laying on the sofa and taking selfies with her phone before giving her a suprise photobomb, scaring the 29 year old. "S-sarah? What happened to you?" Tanya asked. "I've possessed a ghost." Sarah replied. "You met a real ghost? And now you're possessing it? How?" "Oh you'll find out soon. Open wide hun!" Sarah said before launching herself into the ebony woman's throat, launching her back onto the sofa as Sarah made her way inside. Soon, Tanya's body started jerking and shaking as Sarah and Misty's forms started to change her body. The extra mass from misty's ectoplasm and Sarah's body caused Tanya's already well endowed assets to become even bigger, shredding her clothes off of her body before her hair colour changed from black to blonde and Sarah took control. Impressed with her work, Sarah began to play with Tanya's newly sensitive body, fingering herself and groping her tits to the point of nearly orgasming before she heard her final friend Jane knock something over in the basement giving her a very perverted idea." "Hey Jane! Come into the living room i've found something!" Sarah call to her using Tanya's voice. "Ok Tanya, what is it?...Tanya?" Jane called out before being pushed over onto the sofa by Sarah, now inhabiting Tanya's body and fulled by the perverted desires and horniness of two women and 1 ghost woman. "T-Tany! What has gotten into you?" Jane screamed while "Tanya" ripped off her clothes. "A lot has gotten into me JayJay." Sarah replied with a mix of both hers, misty's and tanya's voices. "Sarah? How are you inside Tanya? What is going on?" Jane asked extremely confused before being cut off by her possessed friend giving her a deep and passionate kiss. "Don't worry about that right now honey. Right now i am filled with the horniness of three women and i really need to release all this sexual tension." Sarah said before continuing to kiss Jane and then fingering Jane's pussy causing the 30 year old redhead to moan in pleasure. Jane then reciprocated her possessed friend's advancements and began scissoring Sarah causing them both to cum. "That was great...but now i think its about time i finished what i started." Sarah said before turning Jane around and shoving her arm inside Jane's tight ass before using her other arm to help push herself inside Jane's body. Soon after Sarah entered Jane's body, her friend's body began to change as all four women began to merge and fuse together as Sarah took over Jane's body. Jane's small, perky tits and small flat ass quintupled in size, her skin tone went from peach to a more tanned complextion, her hair went from a redhead to more of a maroon colour and her lips plumped up and also became maroon. Soon, Jane came one final time as Sarah took control. Now filled with the horniness of 4 women, Sarah pleasured and played with her new body all night before going out to find more women to join the fun. -The End I thought i would make a possession story based of a question that randomly popped into my head one night. That question being "what would happen if a human possessed a ghost instead of the usual ghost>human possession?" And now here we are. Sorry if the quality is bad but i wrote this while gradually becoming tired and my mind kept going blank on what to write next but hey, i'm trying my best. Hope you enjoyed and are looking forward to more possession stories!-Incognitomode2003

Mystery Lake [28] Discovery Eugene practically inhaled a mug of what looked like blistering coffee and scarfed down several of the nearest available cookies before picking up a thin book with dark brown and light gold ornamentation along the spine and cover and flipping through it. "That lake has several unofficial names in a variety of native languages, depending on who claims it. It's not in any public records. But the name that comes closest is Lake Chelabrin. This is one of the few resources that I can find. Lake Chelabrin is mentioned, dating back to the early 19th century. What happened to Alice and the six of you has been rumored for quite some time. The legends about it coincide with the Fountain of Youth. That was one of the things that I passed along to Alice and wrote up for her. But this text goes into the oldest namings. I can't pinpoint the original name or whether it comes from the Ottawa language or Potawatomi. But the meaning is… 'the death place'." Now that would

Returning to the present... Roxana returned home after finishing all her classes for the day. Today she had been given a lot of homework so she was going to meet with her neighbor Mark, he was 2 years older than her and they studied the same degree so he used to help her from time to time with her work . The two of them were great friends, they had known each other since elementary school, because their parents were friends and they usually played together due to the various meetings their parents had. Over the years, they stopped playing together and started doing teenage things like watching movies, going out to eat, or studying. Deep down Mark was in love with Roxana, but he did not dare to tell her because a few years ago Roxana had discovered that her ex-boyfriend Diego had cheated on her with another girl and she went into a tremendous depression due to the event, Mark knowing how she would get sick of that kind of thing and the fact that he could be the cause of her going

Becoming... Her Commissioned by SnowServal1 Written by HarmonyMotion Chapter 1 - Empathy Assignment “Girls, your constant strife and refusal to get along has led to this,” Principal Benchworth sighed, having to come into school on a Sunday to discipline the two confrontational high school girls. “Unfortunately, your behavior has gotten so bad that we have to bring in... guidance counselor Greenbaum.” The balding, wiry, wispy man coughed from behind his desk in his therapist’s office. “You can’t put us through therapy!” Anaisa shrieked. “On the contrary, young lady, I can. Otherwise, it’s expulsion for the two of you. And you, Priyankara. I expected much better from one of our brightest.” “It’s not my fault!” the Indian girl protested. “She goes out of her way to bully me!” “As if you don’t have your little group of toadies follow me around and harass me! Or who do you think put all that ketchup in my purse!” Anaisa shrieked. “You... you... stupid bitch!” “And you’re an ugly

They got dressed and headed to a group of little gift shops that was just down the street. Abby saw a nice wool sweater in dark green. "You should get it Mom" Joan said.  "Green is more your color Abby" Abby said. "I like the cream colored one myself" Joan said, holding it up, her brown hair standing out against it. "Oooo…that is nice too" Abby replied. "Really brings out your brown eyes" They got ice cream as a treat and once again, ordered what tasted right to them. Abby picked up some souvenirs saying they were "for her granddaughters," Joan shot her a look but Abby was digging in her purse and didn't seem upset by what she had just said so Joan let it go. After dinner they walked along the shore of the lake.  It was a warm evening and both were barefoot and in shorts. The water was too cold to swim in, but it felt good as it washed over their feet. "So do you like my toes this color?" Joan asked, showing off the bright pink. "Yes, it's growing on me" Abby replied. Her knee was starting to ache after walking on the uneven sand but she wouldn't complain about it. She was relieved when they decided to head back though; she wanted to go back to the hot tub. Abby changed into the same black suit she had worn the night before while Joan got out a new suit. Hers was also a black one piece. Joan stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of Abby. Their suits were nearly identical; just a basic no frills black one piece but, that though just highlighted how different the bodies that wore them were. They looked each other up and down wordlessly at first. "Sometimes I get comfortable…other times, I'm reminded of just how much changed when we changed" Abby said, her eyes focused on her Mom's trim legs, her smooth hips and her fabulous ass. Her flat stomach, her pert breasts, even her firm upper arms. Joan smiled shyly as Abby's eyes examined her. She even blushed a bit "it is, um, quite a different look" she said. Abby looked down at herself; her breasts heavier, her stomach softer, her ass lumpier, her legs thicker "it is what it is" she said. "My knee hurts…I need the hot tub" she added. Joan started off in the pool as Abby just went for the hot tub. Abby watched Joan do laps and gently float as she enjoyed the heat. Joan came over and got in the hot tub and Abby got out and went to the pool "I want to swim in this body…got to try out everything" she said to Joan as they switched places. Abby swam differently. Her bigger arms propelled her more than her legs, her kicks were weaker but soon enough she got into rhythm. Joan watched fascinated by seeing her old body moving through the water. Back in their room, Joan sat on the balcony while Abby showered first. Abby put on the fuzzy robe and slippers while Joan went into shower. Once again, Abby was asleep by the time Joan got out. Joan had just opened the door and looked out to see. Knowing Abby was asleep, she came out naked and walked around the room. She stayed naked for quite some time as she was lying on her bed on her phone. Finally she put on a tank top and panties and fell asleep. "But…but that's not fair!" Abby said. A sinking feeling of dread filled her. She looked to her Mom but simply saw her standing there shaking her head. "Do something" "I can’t Mom…it's out of my hands" Abby heard her say. "No! I can't stay like this forever! You said we would switch back!" Madame Onyx pointed a bony finger right into her face… Abby woke up gasping for breath. Her heart was pounding, she was sweating. She realized she was still wearing the heavy robe. She had fallen asleep in it. Abby looked at the clock, 2:31 and she had to pee. She got up and noticed she only had on one fuzzy slipper, the left one. She slipped out of it and dropped the robe on top of her luggage, annoyed. She hiked up her nightgown and yanked down her panties as she sat. "It was just a dream" she told herself. She tossed and turned though trying to fall back to sleep. "Joan. You are now Abby" Joan heard Madame Onyx tell her after her shocking announcement that they wouldn't be switching back. "I have made my decision. Abigail…consider yourself permanently Joan. You are now and will forever be in this body" They both looked shocked. Joan woke up and saw the glow coming from the bathroom. She turned over and pretended to sleep. She heard Abby come back to bed. She didn't miss the trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but her dream was disconcerting. Abby woke back up at 5:42 and went back to the bathroom. No dream this time, just the reality of her bladder. She was able to fall back to sleep though and was happy to see it was after 8:30 when she woke up. Today was the day they were going to the Casino. But that was in the afternoon and evening. They ordered breakfast delivered to their room and they ate as they got ready for a morning hike on the trails around the lake. Not rugged, they could wear tennis shoes for the hike but it was several miles long. They set off at a good pace; the views were gorgeous but small talk only went so far so they mostly walked in silence, enjoying the sounds of nature. Joan walked in front. She wanted to be out front. She wanted to walk pain free. She wanted to show off a bit. She could tell Abby was slowing; just a bit now but it would be more by the time they finished. She knew that body. At first, Joan had felt guilty, then, a mixture of happy and curious with a bit of just wrong. Now though, she was enjoying herself more and more. This body had grown on her. Seeing herself as Abby and Abby as her Mom started out like wearing a Halloween costume. But now, 2 days in, it felt real. Like this was how it should be. She knew her thoughts were converting more and more to Abby's. She was constantly gaining more and more. Job knowledge, memories that had been exclusive to Abby, along with emotions were filling her. So it only followed in her mind that the same was true for Abby. She was becoming more and more Joan every minute they stayed like this. She wanted more. Until Abby accepted that she was Joan, it wouldn't be complete. Their dynamic needed to be authentic as Daughter and Mother, not Mother and Daughter. Abby was feeling the effects of the walk. Her knee was starting to yell at her. Her lungs were not taking in as deep of breaths. Her back was starting to ache. Her Mom had never mentioned a backache but it was there. She was starting to sweat. Her shirt was starting to stick to her back. She could feel the undersides of her boobs getting slick. Abby sighed and kept going. She was fighting this. Fighting to retain as much of Abby as she could. But it was fighting an uphill battle. More and more, she was thinking of herself as Joan. Her self-image was changing and adapting. Her thoughts were changing more and more. Her emotions too. She was thinking of Joan as her daughter. Her job knowledge was slipping. It seemed foreign and confusing to her. Technology itself was getting bothersome. Different thoughts, memories and emotions were constantly coming to her. The physical changes were dramatic and instantaneous, but the mental changes over such a consistent basis was what was really changing them, really making them switch places. Looking like someone else was like a magic trick or illusion. But thinking, feeling, acting, reacting like them…that's what made a real swap. It was no longer jarring to see her reflection. Her body was hers. She saw herself in this body in so many memories over the years. She remembered the 60s, 70s and 80s. The more she walked, the more her knee seemed to fit better. It no longer felt foreign. The more she walked this morning, the more Joan she felt. Abby was out of breath though as they rounded the last bend. The hotel came into view "Oh thank heavens" she said. Joan glimpsed over her shoulder and smiled "Almost there Mom; you made it haha" "Thanks honey haha" she huffed a bit but smiled back. They stopped at the outdoor deck and sat and had iced tea while they rested. Back in the room, it was time to get ready for Casino time. Joan showered first. Abby laid on her bed still recuperating. The show they were seeing was a Disco review headed by Gloria Gaynor. Joan had wanted to see her in concert since 1978. But now, after all that had happened, her interest just wasn't as high. She was interested in the night still, but for different reasons. As Joan came out, Abby went into the shower.  Abby hadn't been interested in the concert as part of the initial package but now, she was looking forward to it. She had been humming I Will Survive all morning. Joan worked on doing her hair and makeup while still wrapped up in her robe. She went to her luggage and smiled a devilish smile. She pulled out the teeniest little black romper and a pair of 4 inch black heels "Oh. My. God." She said seeing her killer outfit. Joan joined her at the mirror doing her hair and makeup. "Quite the pair huh?" Joan said. "Mm-hmm" Abby nodded. "We're good like this" Joan ventured out to say. Abby gave her side eye and sighed putting on lip liner "I'm getting used to us like this" she admitted. Joan smiled "I knew it" Abby just raised her eyebrows and continued doing her makeup. She went to her luggage and brought out the blue and white dress. Short sleeves, just a slight U neck cut, knee length. She brought out nude panties and a bra and a pair of nude open toed 1" block heels. They both spied the outfits lying on the beds "I can’t believe I was going to be dressed like that" they said in unison. They looked at each other and Abby made her way to what had been her clothes. She just looked at the romper incredulously, her jaw hanging open "I could never…" she muttered. Joan went to what had been her clothes "It's so old…" she said "I would never wear…" she muttered as she used her toes to drag one of the nude heels towards her. She slipped her foot in curiously. The heel was roomy, a size bigger than her foot; wider too. She let her bright pink slender toes peek out the end, her heel well in from the back of the shoe "Huh" she chuckled. Joan looked up and saw Abby watching intently. Abby looked at the heels she had packed. A thick, but very high heel with just two straps, one at the back of her toes and another to wrap around an ankle. She looked at her foot. A bigger, wider foot. Still she slid her lilac toes underneath the front strap.  The heel was a size too small and she looked back at Joan, who gave her a look that combined sympathy, encouragement and embarrassment all in one. Both of them slipped their feet back out. Abby cleared her throat and blushed. She grabbed up her bra and panties and began to get dressed. Joan, already in her black panties, put on the romper. It was sleeveless, with a deep plunging cut and high legs that showed off most of her thighs.  "Wow" she mouthed silently. Her stomach was fluttering again. She felt that deep seated need "Oh jeez" she told herself now that her clit was suddenly demanding attention "Later" she promised. She grabbed her heels and sat in the chair to do them up. Her dainty feet slipped in effortlessly and she did up her ankle straps. Rising to her feet, Joan stood 5'10" in the heels. Abby was blushing and flustered. Her fingers were shaking as she clasped her bra. Seeing her Mom no longer fit into her clothes shook her. She turned and nearly gasped but caught her sound in her throat. Joan was dressed. Joan was gorgeous. "She looks better than me" popped into her mind as she looked her up and down. "You…"  Joan turned. She saw her former body standing there in just a bra and panties. The extra pounds, the extra skin, the extra years. "You look radiant," Abby admitted. "Thank you!" Joan said in a very genuine and appreciative voice "I feel great!" "I bet" Abby mumbled as she put on her frumpy dress. Joan came over and zipped her up "There you go" she smiled, enjoying being taller once again. "Thanks" Abby said as she slipped her feet into the nude, low heels; her feet fit snugly in them. The Casino wasn't busy yet. Joan headed to the bar for a drink while Abby played on the slot machines. "Joan?!" Abby heard and she turned to see her Mom's friend Rebecca standing there. She jumped up and they hugged "It's so good to see you! Are you here for the concert too?" Rebecca asked. "Yes! My daughter and I are spending a few days up here and the concert was one of the main attractions!" Abby replied. "Oh I'm sure little Miss is just dying to see a Disco queen!" Rebecca joked. "Yeah I'm sure she's just placating me but who cares…let her do something she doesn't want to do for her Mom" Abby replied. "Lord knows she takes advantage of you enough" Rebecca said casually. Abby felt her face heating up. Called out again. "I think she's getting better about that" Abby said. Rebecca burst out laughing. "Take off…she's a brat! Or at least she can be one" Rebecca looked around to make sure she wasn't there. "I know, I get it, we overlook our own kids' flaws but…it's pretty obvious" Abby nodded and smiled "So I deserved this" she thought. She could see Joan at the bar chatting with a bartender. "Have you eaten yet?" Rebecca asked. "No…but I need to see if Abby wants to eat" Abby said. They went over. Joan saw them and she cocked her head "I see you found a friend!" She said "Hello Mrs. Whittier, how are you? It's been a while" "It has been Abby! You look fabulous!" Rebecca said. They chatted and Joan declined dinner so Abby went to the buffet with her friend. They talked about everything, old times that Abby just simply knew the details of off the top of her head. And she had to listen to a lot of passive aggressive insults about herself. Rebecca wasn't a fan of Abby. After almost 2 hours, they split up. Rebecca headed off to get to her seats as Abby returned to the bar to collect Joan. Beyonce was playing loudly and Joan wasn't seated at the bar. Abby found Joan on the dance floor; glass of white wine in hand as she danced. Joan felt amazing; better than ever possibly. She had been dancing for the last hour. No signs of fatigue, eyes on her as she moved this gorgeous body to the rhythm. Her ass popped, her legs and arms coordinated so well to the music. Her hair seductively messed up. She saw her Mom coming her way and she smiled that devilish smile. "Hey Ma…how was the buffet?" She yelled over the din. Abby was taken aback seeing her moving like she was and singing along at the top of her lungs. "Um, it was fine. We need to get going to our seats" Joan stomped her foot and Abby grabbed her by the wrist to take her to the concert hall.  Joan giggled and laughed as Abby dragged her away from the bar. Once in their seats, Joan got on her phone until the show started. Abby hopped right up and started to dance and sing along. Joan stood politely for the opening number, clapping and tapping a foot along before retaking her seat. Joan watched fascinated as Abby sang along to every song and danced. Danced very differently than before, very differently from the way she had danced to Beyonce and The Weeknd in the bar. "We're really swapped" Joan told herself "There is no denying it after tonight" she added as she recorded her Mom's dance moves on her phone discreetly. Joan ditched her heels and walked across the several parking lots barefoot carrying her heels in her hand. "Well that was fun!" Abby announced back in their room with a clap of her hands. Joan felt second hand embarrassment. "Is that how I actually act? Are those my actions? No wonder she rips on me constantly" Abby went to shower first. Joan grabbed a handful of tissues and began to mastebate. Right there in the chair.  She slid her romper and panties aside and rubbed herself, slipping in a finger as well, climaxing quickly but satisfactorily. She was washing her hands when the water shut off. She quickly disposed of the tissues and was waiting her turn when Abby came out. Abby woke up the following morning shortly before 7. Joan was out and likely would be for a while. She made coffee and read some news. Today was for relaxing. While Joan slept, she headed to the sauna. Two other ladies around her age were there. Seeing woman with gray hair and immediately thinking of them as her age caught her attention, but only briefly "It's true" she reminded herself as she settled in, embracing the heat and the sweat.  "If I stay in here long enough, maybe I can get down to Joan's weight" was another random thought. She laughed at herself "I give myself permission for today and tomorrow…" she said as she adjusted her thought and reworded it "If I stay in here long enough, maybe I can get down to my daughter's weight" She shivered despite the heat. Her stomach fluttered in a forbidden way. Thinking of Joan as her daughter "Call yourself Joan…call her Abby for the day…it won't hurt" She shivered again. She was tingling all over. She made her way out and got into her bathing suit and headed to the pool for an early morning swim. "This feels so good" she said to herself as she hit the cool water. Her nipples poked out and she laughed seeing them at attention. As she swam, a thought came to her "What if we get back there and the shop is gone? Just an empty lot across from the McDonald's" She kicked "I would be stuck like this" She went to the hot tub again and eased in. Joan woke up and saw the room was all hers. She stripped down and stretched out, walking around in the nude. "Oh. Hello" she giggled seeing and feeling her nipples rise up. "I wonder where Mom's at?" She yawned and stretched more, pointing her toes to work out her hamstrings. She had just put on her robe when the door opened "Oh you're up!" Abby said "I was hoping to go back to the shops today if you don't mind…just a few little things I've been thinking about. I want to pick them up…I just think your girls will like them" "Okay" Joan said simply "Whatever" The day passed in a way that neither of them would have thought possible a week earlier. Abby was chatty, Joan quiet and more withdrawn. They acted exactly like each other. They would both catch the other saying something or just standing in a certain way and they just knew. They couldn't help it. They couldn't stop it. To act any other way would have felt like they were acting, trying to be someone they weren't. Way back in her mind, a small part of Abby was cringing at every word, at every step "I've turned into my Mother! Literally, I have to be her!" But so much of the rest of her mind was simply acting and reacting as if being Joan was simply natural. She was truly Joan now. Seeing everything as Joan would. Including her daughter. Joan was cringing too but for a different reason. Hanging out with her Mom in full Mom mode made her relive her teen years. That twinge of embarrassment for her; she had never fully outgrown that stage.  Way back in the recesses of her mind though, Joan watched herself from this outside perspective. Truly seeing herself as Abby saw her. Feeling what Abby felt as so much of her was now Abigail. Over dinner they talked. "Today was really fun!" Abby said.  "You really enjoyed it?" Joan asked. "Yes I did" Abby replied enthusiastically "Part of me doesn't want to leave tomorrow" Joan nearly spit out the sip of her drink she had just taken. "Really?" Abby looked at her funny "Well I've had a good time" "I'm glad to hear that" Joan said. "Maybe I'll keep us like this for a while longer" she thought to herself.  While Abby settled in, Joan took a walk around the lake at dusk. So many feelings ran through her as she walked along the shore in the cool air. Her long brown hair whipped around her face. She knew Abby had changed deeper than she had, but that seemed like the point. Joan had experienced her own change. Her own awakening, her own realizations, her feelings had changed these last few days after being Abby. Part of her did want to stay. She wanted to go to work again. Use these skills that had been floating around in her.  But, she wouldn't do that. She couldn't. They would switch back tomorrow. Joan spent a long time outside gathering up her feelings and emotions. By the time she returned to the room, Abby was out. Joan looked upon her sleeping face for quite some time.  She went into the bathroom to shower.  One more temptation though. She pleasured herself intensely as the warm water ran over her smooth skin. Her hands took their time, delicately probing, relishing in her body. They got ready at a leisurely pace before checking out. Joan drove. Back out the winding roads until they hit the byway. There up on the left, they spotted the McDonald's sign and Abby gasped "Ohmygosh!" Joan laughed at her "What? Did you forget?" Abby blushed. "Don't worry Mom…I'm going to stop" Joan said laughing at her. "I half expected it to not be here. That it vanished somehow" Abby admitted. Joan went white "I had that same thought! Like it was an illusion or something and we wouldn't be able to even change back" "I'm so nervous I'm shaking" Abby said sitting back in the seat "What if she refuses?! What if she won't do it?" "Well we need to go in there and tell her to do it" Joan said "As much as I've enjoyed these last few days, I could never steal your body away from you!"  Abby's expression relaxed slightly but she was walking slowly and cautiously through the gravel as they walked up to the door. Joan pulled it open and heard tinkling sounds. The floorboards creaked underfoot, a thin throw rug sat there as Joan looked around the room. They never heard any footsteps before hearing the raspy old voice behind them "Well look who the cat dragged in?"  Both Joan and Abby jumped and Madame Onyx began to cackle and laugh. "So how was it? Did you enjoy your time in each other's body?"  Joan smirked and looked away while Abby replied "I definitely learned a lot" "That’s the answer you think I want to hear. Now tell me your honest answer" Madame Onyx stared Abby down. "Yes" she said softly and Madame Onyx pretended not to hear her. "You'll need to speak up" Abby straightened up and replied much louder "Yes. I actually did enjoy my time like this. I…I didn't think I would and I fought it the first two days but then, something changed in me and, it got, well not just comfortable but comforting" "So you would accept it if I decided to keep you like this?" Madame Onyx asked point blank. Abby looked her in the eyes "I would be" "Good. I needed to hear that" Madame Onyx looked at Joan "Are you ready to switch back?" Joan smiled "Yes. I think she learned her lesson" "And you had a good time?" "The best haha!" Joan laughed. Madame Onyx reached into her pocket and pulled out the 2 stones. Abby's heart leapt up in her chest, pounding as Madame Onyx handed the black stone to Joan. She left her palm open as Abby took the white stone. They looked at each other and closed their hands around them. When they opened their hands, Abby's stone was now black and Joan's was white. Madame Onyx plucked them from them. With bony fingers. She placed them together where they fused and glowed a bright blue. Abby was getting excited as the stones snapped apart and returned to black and white. It felt different this time. Abby felt her insides roll. She closed her eyes and put her head back as she felt a whirlwind whip around her. Everything was moving at once. She felt her clothes tighten on her, her shoes pinched. But more than that she felt her hair spring out. She felt her chin and neck pop. She rotated her thumbs as a weird cramp hit her hands. She concentrated on the moment at hand. She could feel her body lifting, growing firmer, tightening up. She felt her ass rise up "I'm doing it! It's working now!" She thought as her chest felt lighter, smaller. Joan felt it too, a roiling sensation that ran throughout her entire body all at once. She felt her clothes loosen but it was at a time when she threw her head back and closed her eyes as a whirlwind rose up around her. Joan became instantly aware of her belly returning. Her hips and ass and thighs all slipped outward on her "Ohmygod I'm growing. I'm changing" she thought to herself. An ache, a weariness returned and settled in. "I didn't miss my 60s…that's for damn sure" she added as she felt her fingers fluttering. They both felt a suctioning sensation, like the airflow around them had reversed. "Abby!" Joan yipped. "Mom?!" Abby yelled out. Her voice rang out stronger than before. Then the room was perfectly still.  Both of the women were frozen in place, holding their breath, afraid to move. Abby exhaled out her nose. She lifted her toes up and slowly lowered them back down. The shoes she had on fit her. They felt comfortable but she was afraid to open her eyes.  She rolled the pads of her thumbs over her nails and her nails felt longer and stronger. "Do it!" She yelled at herself and Abby opened her eyes. "Oh thank God!" She exclaimed seeing her Mom standing there in front of her. Suddenly, she was in motion, slapping, poking, touching, squeezing every part of her own body. Joan was also assessing the situation in her head. Her right knee felt off. There were aches and pains that she hadn't felt in several days that she now detected again. Abby had to laugh at seeing her bright pink nails. She didn't mind though. As long as it was her own hands and feet that carried it. "Mom" she said. Joan looked up. She too had been checking herself out. All too familiar sights and feelings. She smiled "Hi honey! Welcome back" Abby laughed and shook her head. She put her arms out and the two of them embraced. Madame Onyx cleared her throat and pointed to the 2 stones on the table next to her. "I want you two to take those. Use them again some time and have a good time. It's unlimited now that you have swapped. Mother and Daughter, Daughter and Mother. You two share a bond. You two now share bodies. You can stay for as long as you like as the other. You just need to bring the stones together like I've shown you" One of them smiled. The other joined and they both nodded feeling an extra strong tingle run through both of them.