Without delay, I found myself sitting infront of my mom's TV, playing Nintendo. I knew that it wasn't unusual for me to do so, but I wasn't myself at the moment either. I turned my head and saw my own body standing in the doorway, looking oddly calm for a woman just swapped into her son's body. "Mom, I'm hungry! Shouldn't you start making dinner soon?" the new Jon said.
I slowly stood up, looking down. I was wearing my mom's work-clothes. It seems like I didn't (or rather, she didn't) bother to change after she came home from work. I was wearing a black skirt who barely reached my knees, I could feel the garterbelt on my widened hips and the smoothness of her/my silk stockings. Due to some discomfort in my rear-area I concluded that she was wearing a g-string as well. Mom always wore high heels, even at home, so that wasn't a surprise. However, me walking perfectly fine in 4 inch pumps was! My light pink blouse covered my pink bra, but it showed a bit through due to it being a darker colour. My new jacket was in a fashionable female business-style. I was mom, and I loved it. It felt so right!
I just said "sure Jon, what do you want today? Would you mind moving my clothes into my room for me during the time it takes for me to cook up something?" I said, licking my full lips, tasting my lipstick. "Sure mom. It would be weird for me to have my closet full of your clothes." he said. We both knew who we used to be, but neither of us cared.
