"My Mom." The stone flashed and Jon felt his body change. He felt his penis shrink and get pulled into his body and became a vagina. He felt a sudden weight on his chest as breasts developed. It felt indescribably pleasureable. When it ended, Jon stripped off his now poorly fitting clothing and looked at his new body.
He really was his mother. His body was identical to hers, down to the flaws. He liked what he saw, even the sagging breasts and slightly pudgy stomach. Jon knew his mother was unhappy with her body, but he thought she was still attractive. And apparently his dad thought so too, if the sounds coming from their beroom on a regular basis were any indication.
Just then, Jon's mom, Susan, came in. "Jon," said his mother. "Its time to start making dinner and you promised..." She stopped when she saw her son's nudity. "Jon, dear," she said, frustrated. "Could you please put some clothing on? I know you enjoy being me, but you know that I don't like seeing 'myself' naked."
"Why not, Mom?" said Jon, squeezing his breasts. "I think you're beautiful."
"Well, I don't," Susan said firmly. Her eyes unexpectedly began to tear up. "I mean, Jon, look at us. I'm fat, my tits sag, I'm forty. You might think I'm attractive, but every time I look at myself naked in a mirror, I hate what I see. And now that you're my duplicate, I have to see something I dislike even more. So, please, Jon, can you put on some clothing and come down and help make dinner. You have to live and act like me, not just look like me." Susan left the roomn, sniffing as went.
Jon was stunned. He knew that his mother wasn't happy with her looks, but to hate something that he thought was still attractive? As he slowly put on one of his mother's outfits, he wondered how he could make his mother feel more self confident about her looks.
