Mikey sat down on the couch, unwittingly giving a clear view up his skirt to anyone who walked by, and slouching down in it like he usually did. The TV was off, and the remote was nowhere to be found; there was never anything good on TV when he stayed home anyway. He suddenly didn't feel like running around or playing games like he usually did. In this body running around was probably a bad idea. His teacher had a great body, all the boys agreed, but now that he had it, he realized she was actually a little chubby too. Her boobies were huge, he thought, and she had a little bit of a belly and a big butt.
And they were all his now. He didn't know if the swapper would ever be fixed. "Mikey, close your legs," His mom said as she sat down next to him. "Otherwise you're showing your panties. Okay, honey?" She smiled, and Mikey nodded. He felt very strange; whether his head felt too small or the rest of his body too big was beyond him. Mikey snapped his legs together, for the first time feeling nothing there obstructing him. "You're a woman now, Mikey. For now. There are a lot of things I'll need to show you." Mom's voice was shaking just a bit, and Mikey noticed she was forcing a smile. He'd never noticed anything like that before...
"Anne said she was coming over with a load of her clothes, and to take some of yours until you get an opportunity to swap back. That may not be for a very long time, honey, are you okay with that?" Mikey shrugged. How could he be okay with being a woman? His teacher? "I won't force you to go out, but I don't want you to be a recluse for the whole time you're like this. Plenty of people have swapper accidents nowadays. You'll get a few strange looks, of course, then everyone will be on their way." He nodded again, miserably wondering when she'd be done. "It's more important now than ever that you don't go anywhere alone with strangers, okay?" Mikey sighed, nodding once again. "I'm sorry, Mikey. I know you're not in the mood. I'll come back some other time."
Thankfully, his mom got up from the couch, walking away and leaving him to sit in this uncomfortable position. After a moment, he just slouched again, rearranging his legs to how they were before. No sooner than he had gotten comfortable, the doorbell rang. There was no doubt in his mind as to who it was. Mikey sighed, getting up to answer it. A little boy with a woman's head was standing next to a normal man, both of them carrying an armful of clothes. Mikey's mom squeezed by him to exchange a load of clothes with the boy, and Mikey took the man's clothes, trying to ignore the way he stared at him. He did have the body of the man's wife.
They carried the clothes up to Mikey's room. Sorting them took up most of their morning.
