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Max had always been a guy who faced life's challenges head-on. However, when he found himself in a tight spot, desperately in need of a job, he never imagined that his path would lead him to Victoria's Secret. Fate, it seemed, had a quirky sense of humor. One gloomy afternoon, after countless unsuccessful job interviews, Max received an unexpected call. It was Victoria's Secret, offering him a position. Max was stunned; he hadn't expected to be hired at a lingerie store, given his limited knowledge of women's fashion. Nevertheless, he accepted the job with gratitude. Max soon found himself surrounded by lace, satin, and silk. The store was a maze of bras, panties, and fragrances he couldn't even pronounce. His co-workers were all experts in the world of women's intimate apparel, and Max felt like a fish out of water. One day, while Max was trying to fold a lacy bralette without tangling the delicate straps, his co-worker Hannah took pity on him. She was a seasoned employee with a

Mike (Before) Daniel (Before) Mike Smith and Daniel Johnson, two college students who were known throughout their school for their mischievous antics and unbreakable friendship, found themselves in an unusual situation one fateful afternoon. The school's PA system blared, "Mike Smith and Daniel Johnson, please report to the principal's office." Their names echoed through the hallways, drawing curious glances from their fellow students. Mike and Daniel couldn't help but exchange mischievous grins as they gathered their belongings and made their way to the principal's office. As they stepped into the office, expecting to be met with stern faces and lectures, they were met with an eerie emptiness. The office was deserted, and the door swung shut behind them with a click. Panic washed over their faces as they tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. They were trapped. "What the heck is going on?" Daniel exclaimed, his voice tinged with fear. Mike tried to remain calm. "I

Frank (Before) Once upon a time in a bustling mall, two inseparable friends, Eliza and Frank, strolled amidst the hustle and bustle of shoppers and the sweet scent of pretzels wafting through the air. Frank turned to Eliza with a troubled look on his face, his eyes revealing the weight of his concern. "Eliza," Frank began, "I've been struggling so much with my Spanish class. It's like a never-ending nightmare." Eliza, with her natural talent for languages, smiled and offered her assistance. "You know I'm fluent in Spanish, Frank. I'd be more than happy to help you with your studies. We'll get through this together." Frank's eyes lit up with gratitude, and he said, "I wish I could be as good as you are in Spanish, Eliza." As they continued their walk, a subtle, magical transformation began to occur, unbeknownst to both of them. Frank's appearance started to change, becoming more alluring, and his voice gradually took on a soft and melodious Spanish accent. Without realizing it

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.