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“I am the Lutra Workshop of Rhine Lab, at your service. Yup, I said "workshop," but it's just me. I'm the whole workshop. Am I amazing or what?” “…Huh. Mayer… She looks cool.” Olivia said to herself, appreciating the design of the character she just acquired. Just after that, she heard a loud noise coming from the backyard. She sighed, knowing who caused it. She walked outside into the backyard and opened the door into her brother’s free-standing workshop. What she saw was as she expected; a dysfunctional smoking robot, her brother lying on the floor with ash and dust, and the whole shed-turned-workshop in ruin. She sighed from the sight. Although she wanted to tell herself this kind of situation wasn’t common, it was no doubt the exact opposite. She helped her brother, Mason, up from the ground and cleaned him from the remains of his failed invention. “Heh… uh, were you doing something?” Mason said apologetically while scratching the back of his head. “Sorry for the loud noise

"This trip to the lake is going to be so much fun! I'm so happy you said yes honey" Joan Ridder said, smiling at her daughter Abigail. "Hey, I needed a getaway and the price was right haha" Abby added, helping her Mom load her bags in the back of Abby's SUV.  "Getting away with my only child; a vacation as adults where we can relax together is going to be great! I'm really looking forward to it" "Sure. I'm just glad to be away from work and the kids for 5 days" Abby Snyder replied. Bonding time with her Mom. "I have so many things booked that should be super fun for both of us" Joan said. "I packed clothes like you told me to, a nice outfit for the Casino, outdoors clothes and swimsuits for the Lake…everything" Abby said. "Good! Me too!" Joan replied. Joan was just 62 and in great shape for her age. Shoulder length blonde hair and light blue eyes, she was wearing a green v-neck top, khaki shorts and tan sandals. She stood 5'7", an inch taller than her daughter. Her finger and toe nails were painted a bright pink that she was looking forward to changing during their spa time at the resort. Her 34 year old daughter rolled her eyes behind her Mom's back. Abby could be impatient with her Mom but couldn't turn down an all expenses paid vacation with her. Abby was a brunette with blonde highlights in her hair. Big brown eyes, bold eyebrows and a wide smile were her trademark looks along with her pair of big black frame glasses. Her fingers and toes were a lilac purple and way overdue for a mani pedi. It was a good thing that spa day was tomorrow morning. They set out, chatting and listening to music on the way. Joan kept going to 70s on 7 while Abby tried to stay with more contemporary music. Joan was reading the roadside signs as they exited the main highway and started heading down byways and side streets through small towns outside the lake region. "Fortunes told by Madame Onyx" Joan read and laughed "We should stop!" "Pssfft…Absolutely Not. What a waste of time" Abby scoffed. "Oh you're no fun" Joan said tapping Abby on the shoulder. "I want to stop" "No. Why do you want to waste your money on something stupid? They all say the exact same vague shit that would apply to 80% of people and the rest is leading enough that you go 'Oh yeah…that's totally me' " she said in a mocking voice. "Oh we should get our Fortunes told" Abby said mocking her Mom's heavier New Jersey accent while rolling her eyes. Joan was silent for a few minutes until she said "Pull over" "What? Why?" Abby said. She looked right and saw a gas station and a McDonald's "Fine" she said pulling into the parking lot. "Why are we…Mom?! Where are you going?" Joan had gotten out and was crossing the street. Abby saw it then. She made a disgusted face and mumbled "God damn it" Joan was in the gravel parking lot for Madame Onyx's. Abby had to wait until several cars passed before she could get across the road and by that time, her Mom was already inside. Abby heard the tinkle of the door chime as she stepped in. Both her Mom and the old woman who must be Madame Onyx looked at her like she had rudely interrupted a pair of old friends. "There's my daughter the skeptic" Joan said in a mocking voice complete with an exaggerated eye roll. "Oh I see" Madame Onyx said, looking her over. Abby felt a confusing mixture of emotions standing there between being pissed and embarrassed. "I just wish my daughter understood me better. I wish I understood her better for that matter. I think I do…but she doesn't get me at all. She never has and frankly, she's very rude about it. She has no idea or cares if she hurts my feelings…" "You know what? I think I might have just the thing for you" Madame said. "You do?" Joan replied, a bit surprised. "Yes…why don't you both follow me" Joan was right behind her but Abby was being petulant. She stood by the door with her arms folded and hip jutted out resisting. She was wearing an orange top and short, denim shorts along with black sandals. She tapped her foot before huffing out "Fine!" and stomping after them. Through a gauze barrier into the back room where Madame Onyx was rooting through a box. "Here it is" she brought out a smooth black stone "Hold this" she said simply to Joan. Joan took it and closed her hand around it. Then she went to Abby with a white stone "Hold this" she said. "No" Abby said, earning her a look from her Mother. A disappointed and mad look that she had seen so often in her teen years. After a staring contest she finally said "Fine" in a very teenaged way. The word dripping with sarcasm. She jut her hip out again and put her left palm out. Madame Onyx put the white stone in her hand and manually curled Abby's hand closed into a fist. Abby opened her hand and saw a black stone. Joan opened her hand and revealed a white stone. Abby let out a dismissive chuckle "Ooooo a lame little magic trick…how much did you pay this woman?"  "Nothing. I haven't paid her anything. I just came in, introduced myself and told her briefly about our drive in. You picking on me only an hour into our vacation…" "And I saw the rest" Madame Onyx said, plucking the stones from their open palms. "The past, the future…and how it all changes in a few minutes. See, I knew you two would be coming in here today. I know your problems and, I have the solution" she put the two stones together and they fused into one. "Mother and Daughter. Daughter and Mother. You are both" she looked back and forth between them as the stone began to glow a bright blue. "Put yourself in one another's shoes. See the way the other sees the world. Reverse your roles…" Abby felt something move against the top of her foot and thinking it was an insect, she looked down. "What the…?!" popped into her mind instantly upon seeing something unexpected. Her sandals were tan. A different pattern of straps. Well worn and so very familiar. She looked at her feet, she could see dark imprints around them as those worn in spots were larger than her feet. Dark spots for her toes. She spread them slightly apart. "Exchange bodies with one another for these next days and gain a new appreciation for the other" Abby heard the words. Her eyes drifted seeing familiar black a few feet away. Her Mom's big feet were wearing her sandals. A size too small, her larger toes came to the very edge, her heels threatened to spill over the backs. She looked up to her Mom's face to see her shocked and dumbfounded expression, staring at the lady talking. Abby looked at Madame Onyx as the stones snapped apart, one black, one white, feeling the strangest electric sensation surrounding all of them in this tiny room. A feeling of existential dread filled her. Joan slowly turned to look at her daughter, her jaw, slack and hanging open. Abby's facial muscles twitched subtly. Abby felt it, Joan saw it. The words hung in the air, the room was absolutely silent; they couldn't even hear traffic on the road outside.  A flicker of color caught her attention out of the corner of her eyes and Abby looked back down. Her toenails were bright pink. It was a color she never picked simply because it reminded her of her Mom's feet. Joan had this exact color quite often, including right now. Abby's eyes quickly went that direction to confirm it but all Abby saw was chaos. Her Mom's toes were lilac. "How could I have not noticed that? No! That's not right?!" Her mind scrambled for answers "Why is she wearing my sandals, why are her toes my color? Why am I wearing her sandals and why are my toes her col…or...oh shit!" "Exchange bodies with one another for these next days and gain a new appreciation for the other" Abby heard Madame Onyx's last words echo in her mind. "No! That's impossible! That can't be true!" "This is my worst nightmare! I must be dreaming…this isn't happening!" Abby thought suddenly, feeling panic. Joan had the oddest feeling. A kind of weightlessness. It was like when she was a little kid on a swing set. That moment right at the top when she hovered, just before she swung back. Her sandals felt tight, like the straps on top were too tight and she could feel her toes and heels rubbing the ends "What?!" Her mind didn't translate back what her eyes saw. Things were wrong. Her sandals were not only too small, they were the wrong color "I don't have black sandals like these…Abby does" Then she noticed the color of her toes; lilac instead of her favorite color, bright pink "I don't wear this color…Abby does" It hit her like a ton of bricks. "Exchange bodies with one another for these next few days and gain a new appreciation for the other" Madame Onyx's words rang through her head. "Really?! Is what she said really going to come true?! Am I going to be Abby?!" She laughed internally "And that would mean she's going to turn into me! Ohmygosh that must be her worst nightmare! Haha…Oh God I am going to love this!" Joan looked over and once she saw her feet; clad in her sandals and wearing bright pink nail polish "It IS! Somehow this woman is actually going to switch the two of us! She's literally put us into each other's shoes! I'm going to be young and sexy haha! Ooooohhhh and she…she's going to the older one between us…older than me if we swap. My body. My age. Her body. Her age…holy heck this is going to be crazy!"  Butterflies erupted in Joan's stomach. She tingled from head to toe. Her lips were numb. The hair on the back of her neck rose up. Abigail felt a lead weight sink into her belly "I am NOT going to be my Mom! No! This is absolutely crazy! Impossible! I can't just switch bodies with her!" She thought as goosebumps broke out over her arms and legs. She felt heat pulsating off her face and neck as her cheeks and forehead flushed. Her fingers were twitching as pins and needles ran through them "I'll have my Mom's hands" she thought looking down at her still currently smooth ones. Her lips went numb "I could have my Mom's lips. Her mouth. Her face! Her face looking back at me…her body! I'll be old! I'll be my Mother" "It is about to begin. I can feel it" Madame Onyx said, a smug look on her old wrinkled face. She looked at Abby "You will learn" before she looked at Joan "And you will enjoy it" "No!" Abby suddenly found her voice "Please! I'm sorry! I didn't…please don't do this to us. Whatever you are about to do, please don't…before it's too late!" "Too late? Too late?! My foolish and arrogant child…you are much too late with your shallow apology and your callous attitude towards your Mother. She watches your kids for you. Fixes meals for you that are ready when you get home. And how do you thank her? By making fun of her and shooting down her ideas even on a vacation she is paying for" Abby blushed and looked down furiously. "So you are going to pay something back these next 5 days" Madame Onyx chuckled dryly. Abby felt a tension in her feet. Like all her muscles in them strained at once. Her toes lifted off the soles of her Mom's sandals. Her toes began to change shape. Growing slightly larger, thicker, her toes stretched out to the ends of the shoes. The dark divots were covered up by her toes. Abby recognized those toes. She felt the tingling sensation of them moving on their own. Her feet puffed up. Her soles grew thicker. The skin on her heels grew rougher. A bit of white skin mixed with the pink as they slid backwards "No…no, no, no those are not my feet" Abby protested. "Well they look like they're on your body so that does make them yours" Joan said "I think they suit you" Abigail shot a look of death from her big brown eyes that narrowed down to slits as she stared at her Mother. "I am not spending the next 5 days in your body!" "Yes you are" Madame Onyx said "And if you don't behave yourself, it will be longer than that. 62 isn't too old…" Abby's jaw dropped and she gasped.  "I am the only one who can change you back and I will only do so if I…1: See that you genuinely learn to appreciate your Mom and 2: She says that she is ready to swap back. Not you honey" Madame Onyx said pointing at Joan and laughing a phlegm filled smokers laugh. Abby felt her heart freeze in her chest, an icy sensation as she realized that she was not in control of this situation. "Mmm" Joan mumbled and shuffled her feet. She was feeling an intense tingling sensation, a gentle tickling of her tired feet. The butterflies lifted up again as she dared to dream of what was about to happen, what her feet might look like. She looked down and lifted her toes up, wiggling them as much as she could. "Is this real? Is this really happening?"  Thoughts bubbled up, a bit of wonder, a bit of doubt that this was all just a quick optical illusion or magic trick to scare Abby. But then she felt the muscles in her feet strain followed by feeling the soles of her feet move against Abby's sandals. Joan gasped as her heels shuddered and pulled in, away from the very backs. The tips of her toes slipped back as the tops of her feet slimmed. Her soles smoothed and shrank down and her skin smoothed out. The small bumps, the more prominent veins dissipated. Joan's toes began to slim down. Her lilac colored toenails pressed down as they changed shape atop toes which were also changing shape. Long with a gentle roll to them, her nails lowered down, thinner than before. Her toes settled into the divots in Abby's sandals perfectly, the exact same size and shape as the worn in spots. Joan realized it wasn't a trick or illusion. She had Abby's feet. As bad as it had been watching her own feet grow and change into her Mom's, it was somehow worse seeing her Mom's feet shrink and change into hers, Abby thought. "Just hitting you right in the gut huh honey" Madame Onyx said "Yes it is very real and it is very complete" Abigail shook her head. "Now I'm 72. You're going to be only 10 years younger than me when you step out of here" Madame Onyx teased. Abby felt her ankles buckle, puffing up and weakening. Her muscles stretched out, losing tension and strength. Joan's ankles gained a sudden steadiness. They hadn't felt this strong in decades "I hope you packed some heels because I can actually wear them now" Joan thought greedily. "This goes deep you said" Abby asked as her calves thickened. The popped up muscles eased down, more fat filled in as her legs grew thicker. Madame Onyx nodded.  "So how does it work? Am I going to be the one with knee replacement? My Mom has a fake knee…somehow is she going to get my real joint while I get an artificial one? Her artificial one?" "Yes. The fillings in your teeth will change when you get to that. Your outer appearance is just the tip of the iceberg. This goes down to your very essence. Your DNA. Your blood, bone, muscle, nerves. How else would you truly understand her if it was only skin deep" Abby furrowed her brow. "Yes… you will become post menopausal too and your Mother will become fertile again. You'll swap wombs and ovaries…" she nodded as Joan's jaw dropped and Abby's jaw clenched. "But you're two weeks away from your period" Madame added. She still saw skepticism on Abby's face "It's magic dear" she waved her hand dismissively. Joan's lower legs lifted. The skin tightened as fat vanished, leaving behind taut muscles and cute high curves. Abigail's left knee weakened and puffed up, feeling much like her ankles. "OH!" she let out, feeling it lock up.  For a second, she was immobile. Her right knee felt so strange, foreign and unnatural. She felt her muscles mash and move, having to work around her now titanium and plastic artificial knee. In a panic, she bent it, lifting her foot up behind her "Nope. No. That feels so weird" she shook her head no rapidly side to side, folding her arms petulantly over her chest "too much" "Oh it is not you big baby" Joan said, shocking her daughter. "It's not a big deal when you look at everything else that's about to switch between us…get over yourself. You are so dramatic" "Oh I am so sorry Mother that getting your fake knee bothers me. Yes…I know what else is going to switch. Do you really think I want to have your boobs!? Your face looking back at me while I have to see you as me? Look like me…talk like me? I'm going to have everything about your body! Shit I'm going to have to pee using your fucking body!" Joan stifled a laugh. "You'll do more than that with my body" Abby made a disgusted face. As she ranted, her thighs began to soften. The skin rolled and bulged in places. Her inner thighs pressed outward as fat built up. Dimples of cellulite popped into being. Joan's left knee strengthened but the feeling in her right knee was like night and day. So free and easy, so natural, so good. No pain, no discomfort at all. Joan pulled her knee back, locking her kneecap into place. She flexed her leg in ways she hadn't been able to do in a decade. Or more. Her thighs began to tighten up, the skin grew taut, fat smoothed out, cellulite dimples vanished.  "Ah!" Joan yipped looking down. "Ah!" Abby echoed, the sensations were compounding on top of one another. This most recent outburst came after seeing that their shorts and panties had just switched between them. Abby realized that she had on her Mom's underwear. Her warm underwear. She shivered.  It was too large and felt baggy and loose. The khaki shorts she now wore, gapped at her waist but strangely enough, were fitting her thighs. Joan squirmed as her daughter's denim shorts and higher cut, smaller sized panties, rode up her ass cheeks, chafing and rubbing her larger body. She rose up on her toes trying to pick and pull them down. They refused to budge for the time being. "Don't worry you two. Those clothes are going to fit you both perfectly real soon" Madame Onyx said looking at their swapped shorts and Joan's dilemma of her massive wedgie. "This is so exciting" "What?!" Abby spat out as Joan laughed. "Well of course it's exciting" Madame Onyx continued "Look at the two of you, look at what is happening to you. The unique opportunity to see the world from a totally different perspective. You think you are being punished, like the child you can sometimes still be, but it's all in how you look at it. The power to change one person into another… truly amazing" Joan's shorts did begin to fit her better as her thighs continued to trim down along the outsides. Muscles replaced fat giving her much tighter curves. And it didn't stop there as the changes now worked their way into her hips and ass and waistline. Abby felt everything simply spreading outward. Steadily growing larger and softer starting with her thighs. The longer khaki shorts had stopped the skin on skin touching of her upper inner thighs but now her legs grew larger and began to fill out her Mom's shorts and underwear. Her Mom's panties, when they first appeared on her body, sagged and the leg holes were too wide. Now, however, she felt her upper thighs come into contact with the elastic around the leg holes. Touching it softly at first, only to feel it get tighter as her legs filled out. The rear of the panties were still baggy, but she knew it wouldn't be for very much longer. Abby felt the tingling in her hips and felt it faintly moving to her ass. "Sweet Jesus. I'm filling up my Mom's panties" Abby thought. Her eyes went to her Mom's legs; her legs. Slim and fit and curvy and young. Then she looked down at her own legs and saw her Mom's. The legs of a woman in her 60s.  Joan looked over at her daughter's legs, her legs. "Not bad for a woman in her 60s. I'm not fat or out of shape" she thought, seeing her own legs from an outside perspective. "Yes they're thicker" she looked down at her now slimmer and taut legs. She smirked. Madame Onyx caught that smirk and smiled herself "You’re going to enjoy these few days. Your roles reversed. You get to watch her deal with the little struggles of age that you've slowly gotten used to. This will be an ultimate vacation for you" Abby seethed "Well I'm so glad you two are bonding over this" she said as her ass began to grow. "This is so unfair" "No. You needed an attitude adjustment and got called out for your boorish behavior" Joan said "And I've given you enough guilt trips when you've made fun of me in the past" "Obviously they didn't work" Madame Onyx added. "Is this a bit much? Maybe? But who am I to stop it now…it's out of my hands and yours" Joan said tapping Abby's foot "Maybe you'll finally get the message and change your attitude. You always could be stuck up and spoiled" Joan said. "God that felt good to get off my chest" she added. Abby was shocked. She felt like the two of them were ganging up on her with no one to defend her "Fucking Hell…" she muttered in her frustration. She made a face as her hips widened and filled out more of her shorts along the sides.  Abby had a great ass. Round and high, pert, with the right amount of jiggle to it. She felt her glutes sag. Flesh built up filling out her panties and shorts with fat replacing muscle. She could tell it was getting big. Bigger than it had been before and covering more area as her ass cheeks lowered. More dimples appeared, thankfully covered for the time being. Her waist slipped outward as well as an other worldly sensation started to build in her abdomen. Joan's stomach fluttered as her hips pulled in along with her waist shrinking. Even with narrow hips, she had more curves with her smaller waistline.  She rose up on the balls of her feet once again and craned her neck to get a better look at her ass. She loved seeing smooth, non dimpled skin on the backs of her thighs but her ass was still too big and mushy. The denim shorts were still not fitting right. But then, that changed as her ass began to lift and shrink down.  Muscles popped taking over for fat. There was still fat and softness, just better distributed and proportioned. Her ass popped. It pulled up, her daughter's panties rode back out. Her shorts grew tight, but in the right way. Joan dropped down flat footed and her ass jiggled. The jiggle she was frankly jealous of, her ass had never been as nice as her daughter's, not even in her prime. "Shake what your Momma gave you indeed" she teased. Joan plucked at the back of her shorts, adjusting them slightly. They fit her perfectly. She felt an extremely different vibration run through her lower abdomen. A low humming that shook her teeth and made her feel nauseous. Warmth spread through both of them. A deep seated warmth like a heating pad turned up to 10. It was just there. They looked into each other's eyes. They knew what was about to happen. They were going to swap vitality itself.  Contractions rippled just beneath the surface and Joan pressed down. Things that were long since dormant began to revive and rejuvenate. Abby's warmth became an icy spear and her eyes fluttered. Joan's ovaries filled up. Eggs appeared, having been transferred from Daughter to Mother. Abby’s ovaries drained down to nothing, hibernation setting in as she passed all of her eggs to her Mom. Joan's uterus and uterine walls rejuvenated as Abby's thinned and shut down. Everything about them began to change down there. Skin lubricated and shifted, changing shape and thickness . Vaginas, vulva, even their urethras changed on them. Joan felt a vitality and vigor building in her. A robustness that boosted her strength and stamina. Abby, on the other hand, felt that ebbing. A coolness and yielding sensation set in. Tough to describe as she was suddenly post menopausal. Joan's shoulders pulled back as she stood a bit straighter. Abby's slumped slightly forward. Both women shivered. Joan felt a dampness in her panties. She blushed slightly, her clitoris was buzzing, yearning to be touched, daring her to give in to its demands. She felt she could conjure up an orgasm in no time if allowed, everything was primed and ready. She smiled and cocked her head confidently trying to ignore it for the time being and hoping it wouldn't end up getting her shorts wet. Abby simply exhaled slowly through pursed lips. Something so elemental and fundamental was different, something so vital taken away. Given away. To her Mom. It was so hard to explain, to wrap her head around what was actually happening to them. It was so bizarre.  Abigail looked down at the front of her shorts. It pooched out slightly "I came out of there" She shook her head violently upon thinking it. "So strange isn't it?" Madame Onyx said "To trade fertility with each other…Mother, Daughter…who is who?"  Joan pressed down on her abdomen again. It just felt different. She felt different. There was no time or place for reflection or comfort; the changes continued unabated. They would have plenty of time later to examine and contemplate. In another flurry of movement, their tops and bras switched bodies. Abby found herself wearing her Mom's warm bra…"It's damp on the bottom of the cups! I'm touching my Mom's boob sweat" she thought looking down the front of her Mother's green v-neck top. Joan sucked in feeling her bra and top shrunk down several sizes. She looked down and saw Abby's orange top and knew it was her smaller bra squishing her boobs. Joan's stomach was on display through the tighter and smaller top. Her upper arms were pinched by the sleeves "Is this top a small?" She asked. "Yes…you know I wear a small or a medium" Abby replied. "Once again, I remind you Joan that those shirts, and what's beneath them, will soon fit you perfectly. Like you picked it out yourself this morning" Madame Onyx said hearing their stomachs growl and rumble. Joan's face displayed anticipation while Abby's showed dread.  Joan's orange top began to go down. The pooch beneath it was deflating and growing smaller and smaller. She lifted her shirt up in time to watch it go flat and the skin there smoothed out. Even her belly button looked shallower. Abby leaned forward as she felt her stomach creeping forward. She just felt softness there. The skin puckered around her navel and her small, but very noticeable belly formed up. Abby shook her head in frustration as she felt her sides and back grow soft. Just extra doughy flesh building up as her muscles slackened. The differences of 28 years to a body. Joan stood slightly more upright as her muscles rejuvenated and formed up stronger. Her sides smoothed out, no more extra roll, just smooth lines. She jerked as a quick tingle let her know what was coming up next. Joan couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh shut it" Abby said in a pissy tone of voice "Jesus, do you have to rub everything in over there?" "Oh I'm so sorry…but…" she made a face "Yes…yes I do. I'm enjoying this and the fact that you're not; frankly makes it even better" Madame Onyx laughed and clapped as she saw Joan shiver. Joan pulled her top out. Her breasts had been mashed into her daughter's 34B bra very tightly, uncomfortably so, but now, they began to shrink down and firm up. The skin atop them smoothed out, no more signs of sun damage. Her nipples, erect and sticking out, pulled back though and settled down as the breasts lost weight and mass. Her back instantly felt relief as the boobs now fit the cups. Her 38Cs had shrunk down to a more appropriate size. Firm and pert and perky, they rode higher on her chest. Abby felt her breasts pushing outward, twitching at the air that separated the tips of her nipples from the cups of her Mom's bra. She could almost swear she could hear them growing. She could feel flesh and mass and weight building up but there was a faint crinkling sound, almost a bubbling noise accompanying her breast growth. She felt the slick skin on the undersides of her boobs pushing out and sliding over the underwires. More and more flesh was filling out the cups. Looking down, she watched her skin wrinkle as her cleavage dipped. The nude 38C bra was filling up and the tips of her nipples brushed the cups.  Abby cursed herself as her Mom's nipples went erect on her body. Her areolas spread and she felt her bra catch gravity as they sagged into place. A slight push of her back muscles, a slight tug on her shoulders as the straps dug in and Abby had her Mom's boobs. Their shoulders and upper backs adjusted. Abby's upper arms now fattened up to fill out her shirt sleeves. Soft flesh wobbled into place as her muscles weakened there as well. Joan's upper arms were trimmed and slimmed. Slight muscles even bulged in her case. Their jewelry began to switch between them. Quick little hits as both women wore necklaces but feeling metal moving around their necks as particular necklaces swapped caught them off guard. Abby flinched as a bracelet popped on her right wrist and a watch appeared on her left. Their arms continued changing shape down to their wrists. Abby closed her eyes to steel herself for what came next. She slowly put her hands up and spread apart her fingers. "Such a point of pride" Madame Onyx said looking at Abby's hands. Abby stared at her left ring finger so intensely that she actually saw her wedding band and diamond combination ring quiver before it popped away and was replaced almost instantaneously with her Mom's plain gold Celtic Knot ring. Her eyes instantly shot to her Mom's hand where she saw her ring sitting there as her Mom gently wiggled her fingers. They looked at each other and Joan gave her daughter a look of 'What can I do?' that was tinged with smugness. Abby could only shake her head in disgust. Her teeth clenched so hard that her jaw was starting to ache but she returned her gaze to her hands. Her Mother's ring was a bit loose on her finger so she kept her fingers pointed upward. Just like with their feet, their nail polish changed first. One second Abby was looking at her own lilac colored nails and the next, they were bright pink. She whimpered seeing the gaudy color on her nails. Abby's palms puffed up as the backs of her hands thickened. The skin there grew rougher. Freckles, sun spots and bumps appeared. Faintly at first but growing more prominent as veins also rose up. Abby's fingers widened. Her Mom's ring tightened and she used her thumb to move it; it wouldn't go over the knuckle. Her knuckles themselves swole up thicker. Many more lines appeared, digging in especially around those knuckles. The skin puckered when she flexed her fingers back, a movement that now caused a bit of discomfort. Her joints were growing stiffer. Her nails thickened and lost some of their length, settling in wider than usual. She turned her hand over and watched the lines there shift and move like lines in the sand. Abby balled up her hands into fists. Joan felt her daughter's rings pinch her finger slightly as they were a size smaller than her own. She refused to show any sign of discomfort though and remained smiling.  Her hands began to slim down. Her palms trimmed and the backs of her hands deflated as well. The skin there improved immeasurably. Flaws and blemishes faded and vanished leaving behind smooth and clear skin. Joan's stomach fluttered seeing her daughter's lilac color on her fingers. She was enjoying this. Part of her was ashamed, putting her daughter through this, she would always want to protect her, but then…she deserved this. This would be the perfect way to teach her a lesson on being ungrateful and stuck up. Joan determined that she would take all of her daughter's upcoming comments and ire and return it with her own form of cutting her down to size. Switching bodies was perfect.  Making Abigail spend several days in her older body while she played up being in her younger body should be the perfect remedy. Joan saw her fingers slim down. They looked more elegant, sexy, in their way as the lines and excess skin pulled away. Her nails lifted up, shaping themselves outward with extra length into higher sitting ovals. Joan smirked again, seeing her hands as Abby's hands. She drummed her fingers in the air relishing the pain-free way they moved. Abby looked at her Mom. It was her Mom's face and hair on her body. Joan looked at her daughter. It was her daughter's face and hair on her body. Their bodies had swapped. Perfect versions down to the smallest and last details. Abby focused on Joan's neck. The skin there was looser and out of place going down to her firmer chest. But as she watched, that skin tightened. The tone matched that of the chest, blending in together. The changing look of her neck took decades off her age. Abby felt the skin on her own neck loosen and grow slack. The skin folded and layered. "To know a woman's true age, look at her neck and hands. They can't hide that" popped into Abby's mind. Her new age was becoming very apparent to all of them. Being a cluttered shop, there were mirrors and reflective surfaces around.  Joan's eyes darted around and she found a handheld mirror on a shelf nearby. Madame Onyx knew exactly where another one was and handed it to Abby. Abby huffed "Why in the Hell would you think I would want to see this?" "Trust me. You will" Madame Onyx said. Abby reluctantly lifted the mirror. It was her face reflecting back and how she had it angled, she could almost ignore everything that had already happened, but that was not going to last. Her scalp was itching. Her hair was beginning to move on its own, lifting up from its current length to her Mother's length. The blonde highlights were spreading, turning her hair all blonde. The brunette locks were getting pushed out. The blonde was getting lighter, her hair was getting thinner.  Abby's hair was becoming Joan's hair. Her length, her color, her texture and consistency, and finally, her style. Abby felt it moving almost like an invisible hand and brush was moving it into place. And just like that, her face was framed by her Mom's hair. Joan was very intent on watching these crucial details come around. Her curiosity was up.  She held the mirror back a bit as her scalp began to itch. Dark brown hairs were just beginning to intertwine into her blonde hair. Her hair grew longer, taking off from her shoulders and adding several inches onto the bottom as her part shifted to straight down the middle. The brown crowded out the blonde, leaving it merely as highlights, although Joan did note that the blonde was a different shade. Her hair thickened, it felt fuller as it styled itself into Abby's hair. Parts pulled down, others curled into tendrils as Joan felt it all moving on its own. She turned her head back and forth and soon saw that her face was framed by Abby's hair. Joan looked down and saw the ends resting at her pert breasts. Both women jerked as Abby's glasses swapped faces. Abby was looking into her mirror and while she felt a quick, flashing movement, it still shocked her that in the blink of an eye, her glasses vanished.  Joan was just waiting to see what happened next after her hair settled into place when she was surprised by suddenly finding herself wearing Abby's pair of black framed glasses. Weight on her ears and the bridge of her nose, the stems pressing on the sides of her face. Their eyes began to adjust as they exchanged just their strengths and weaknesses of their eyes. Joan, despite being older, only needed reading glasses. Now, she needed her daughter's prescription lenses. Abby's eyes naturally changed. She would need readers but nothing else. They both could see quite clearly as changes began to occur. Abby's face began to fill out. Age progressed on her face in subtle ways to begin with as flesh built up at her jawline and chin. Her cheeks shifted and lines began to etch in at the corners of her mouth and eyes. It was an overall shift from her own face to her Mom's. A slow metamorphosis from Daughter to Mother. Her forehead changed width as two distinct lines furrowed in. Abby looked like an older version of herself but then more distinctive changes turned her into her Mother. The shape of her chin changed. The full settling of her cheeks into place. Then it was her ears. Abby's ears were not pierced, but Joan's were. Abby's ears grew larger and she saw dimples appear in her lower lobes. Then, little gold hoop earrings popped onto her ears. She hiccuped seeing them there, dangling down, seemingly innocent enough, but it was a marked change.  Abby's face quivered as her nose changed shape. The bridge narrowed, it rose up smaller and, there was no denying it,  Abby had her Mom's nose. Abby's upper lip thinned and her lower lip changed placement.  She felt her tongue spasm and the taste inside her mouth drained out only to be filled up again by a different taste and feel. Abby's large teeth shrank down, but only slightly. She took after her Mom in that area naturally and they had similar teeth and smiles. Abby's canines were larger and they subsequently shrank down. She ran her Mom's tongue over her Mom's teeth. The lines dug a little deeper. The bags under her eyes darkened as the full 62 years settled onto her. Abby's bold eyebrows lightened and narrowed. She lifted them but they didn't respond the same way. They didn't arc as much or raise as high. Her eyelashes thinned and the shape of her eyes began to change and narrow. Her big brown doe eyes couldn't be described that way anymore. They were shrinking, the color was swirling and lightening to blue and they simply did not look doe like at all. They were Joan's eyes. Abby blinked against this change, but it was inevitable. Her Mom looked back at her from her mirror. Joan noted how different she already looked with just the glasses and hair. But, upon another moment of reflection, she realized just how out of place they actually made her face. Her older face. A face that no longer suited or fit this body, these glasses or this hair. Her face started to change. Age regressed off her face in subtle ways to begin with. The bags under her eyes lessened and the lines around her eyes and mouth began to clear and fade. As much as she wanted to see Abby's face change into hers, she couldn't look away from her changes. Joan was looking younger. But it was just a younger version of herself until a few key things began to change.  The excess skin and fat at her chin and jawline pulled up and dissipated. The shape of her chin and the angle of her jaw shifted. Her cheeks rose up higher and firmer. Sleeker and more elongated than what she was used to, now she was beginning to look like Abigail.  Her ears burned as they shrank down and she let out a hiccup of surprise as her gold hoop earrings vanished. She chuckled internally at the thought of her daughter who had been staunchly against ever having her ears pierced, now having to deal with her earrings. She admired the smooth look of her lower lobes. Joan's nose began to grow. The bridge widened and the tip grew downward, increasing the size a bit, but also altering the whole look of her face. Having similar mouths and teeth, Joan saw her upper lip lift up slightly larger and her lower lip simply move. Her tongue flicked against the top of her mouth and her saliva drained. It replenished quickly though but Joan detected a different taste in her mouth.  Her teeth strengthened and whitened as they were nearly 30 years younger in her mouth. The lines at the corners of her mouth were gone along with the lines on her forehead. Looking at her forehead, Joan noticed changes in her eyebrows. She was getting Abby's bold and expressive brow. They darkened and thickened, yet maintained a very groomed appearance. She raised them up and they arched and went up more than Joan was expecting. Very Abby like. Her eyelashes thickened as her eyes began to grow larger and widen. Her natural blue darkened to deep brown as her eyes became big, brown doe eyes. Abby looked back at her from her mirror. Absolutely, totally Abby's face. They both dropped their mirrors to their sides and they looked upon themselves. Completely changed. Completely opposite. Completely each other. "What the fuck?" Abby said softly "Ohmygod I even sound like you!" She added loudly in a New Jersey accented voice. But she was busy staring at her Mom, looking her up and down. Joan worked her daughter up and down. It was freaky and disconcerting seeing her own body have someone else in charge. Dressed like her, sounding like her and looking exactly like her. All while she was the doppelganger for her own daughter. "You two need to go on your way now. Your destination is close and will be a much more appropriate place for you two to begin your experience and exploration of living as each other" Madame Onyx said looking them over. "No one would ever be able to know the truth. And if they would figure it out, they would never believe it to be true" Abby shuffled her feet. "Stop here on your way back home. We will discuss your futures at that time. As for now, enjoy this, learn from this, become better by this" Madame Onyx turned and left the room swishing the curtain behind her. Abby and Joan stared at each other dumbfounded. "I guess we need to go" Joan said. Abby didn't want to move. She was mortified to think of anyone seeing her like this. She didn't care if anyone else knew; she knew. Joan went outside thinking Abby was following her but it would be several minutes before she finally came out.  Very reluctantly, she exited. Very self-conscious of every movement of her body. Abby went into the gravel lot. Joan easily crossed the road to the McDonald's parking lot. A lot hit home as Abby hustled across the road.