Jon slowly pulled the covers back and saw his sister Zoe's face come into view. "Zoe?" What was she doing here? He looked down, seeing more himself since he pulled the covers back, and got a shock. He didn't know how he missed it before, but he was wearing one of his mother's satin nightgowns. Underneath, he wore a pair of his mom's panties. How the hell did that happen? He turned and shook Zoe awake. "Come on, wake up," he insisted.
A moment later, his sister groaned and opened her eyes. "What is it?" she asked, annoyed. Then her eyes went wide. "Jon, what are you doing in my bed?!"
"This isn't your bed, Zoe. Look," he said, gesturing towards the rest of the room.
"How did I get into Mom and Dad's bed? And why are you here too?"
"Believe me, I have no idea." He paused. "But look. It's not just waking up here that's weird." He pulled back the covers on his side all the way.
"What are you wearing? Isn't that Mom's?" she asked, her eyes wide.
Jon got out of the bed and looked at himself in the bedroom mirror. "It looks like Mom's. But look," he said, turning back around to face his sister, who was still mostly hidden underneath the covers. "It fits my body perfectly, and my body hasn't changed. The cups in the nightgown are even flat. It's like this nightgown was made especially for me."
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know. But I have a sinking feeling about what might be under those covers," he said, pointing at Zoe.
"What do you mean?" she asked, worried.
"I didn't notice before, but now that my eyes have gotten used to the morning light ..."
"Just spill it, Jon."
"Your Goth make-up is gone, and your piercings. And your hair ..."
"What about my hair?"
"It's the same length and everything, but it's not dyed anymore. It's your natural auburn."
"You're kidding me," she said, pulling back the covers to go see herself in the mirror. But the moment she pulled the covers back, she immediately pulled them back over herself. "What the fuck?"
Jon saw it and now he couldn't un-see it. His sister was topless. And down below, she was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, which were smaller to fit her smaller body. It was the typical thing that their dad wore to bed. And suddenly, it clicked. For some reason, Jon was supposed to be their mother, and Zoe was supposed to be their father. It was like they had replaced them, or something.
"I need to use the bathroom," Jon said, walking towards the master bathroom.
"Hey, wait a minute. We need to talk about this," Zoe said, afraid to get out of bed.
"I know that, but I need to use the bathroom," he said. Then entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He wasn't sure why he just blew Zoe off. She was right - they needed to figure out what was happening. But he also knew that he needed to use the bathroom. So he did.
He sat down on the toilet seat, then blinked. What was he doing? He only needed to pee. He could do that standing up. Oh well, he was already sitting. He might as well just do it sitting down.
Once he was done, he washed his hands and was about to leave, even opening the door. But instead of leaving, he called out to Zoe, saying "I'm going to take a shower, honey." Then he closed the door, turned back towards the shower stall and started the water running. All the while, he wondered why he had called his sister "honey".
In the master bedroom, Zoe was confused as well. Did Jon just call her "honey"? She must have misunderstood him. She sighed, then pulled the covers off. She was alone now, so she felt less embarrassed about walking around half-naked.
She looked at herself in the mirror and groaned. Then she spotted her mom's underwear drawer. She walked over to it and was about to open it to get a bra out, but then stopped. She then headed to the door and opened it. What was she doing? She couldn't go out there! What if someone saw her?
Zoe stepped out into the hall, closing the bedroom door behind her, then froze, hoping no one was awake. She figured that if she ended up in the master bedroom with Jon, then maybe the rest of her family was somewhere else in the house. The last thing she wanted them to see was her walking around topless, her C-cup breasts jiggling as she walked. Looking down the hall, she saw the door to her bedroom. Maybe if she was quick, she could sneak in there and get one of her bras. She quickly walked to the door, opened it, but then stopped. The door only opened a little more than a crack. She was sure there was nothing blocking the door. It was more like her hand was refusing to open the door further. Looking into the room, she saw a large figure sleeping in her bed. She squinted and realized that it was her father! What was he doing in there?
Realizing that her mom and little brother might be in a similar circumstance, she rushed to Mikey's room and opened the door a crack to see her mother sleeping there, then looking into Jon's room, she saw Mikey sleeping. They had all woken up in different bedrooms.
She groaned, then muttered to herself "I need some coffee." What did she just say? No, she didn't need coffee! She needed to figure out what the fuck was going on around here! But she couldn't seem to stop herself from walking down the hall, then down the stairs, and into the kitchen, her breasts bouncing around as she went. She started the coffee, then headed to the front door. No ... what was she doing? Zoe then reached out and grabbed a hold of the doorknob, then opened the door and walked outside. She was incredibly embarrassed, to say the least. It was one thing for her family to accidentally see her topless. But the entire neighborhood?
Zoe bent down and grabbed the newspaper by the door, momentarily witnessing something unexpected and downright strange. A woman was jogging down the street. That part wasn't weird. The weird part was that she was wearing socks, running shoes, baggy shorts, and nothing else. She was completely topless! Suddenly, Zoe didn't feel so embarrassed. The look on the woman's face was undeniable - it was fear. Zoe had a feeling that whatever was happening to her was also happening to the jogger, making her jog topless like that against her will.
She then took the newspaper back inside, closed the door behind her, and headed back to the kitchen.
In the shower, Jon washed his body and his hair. All fairly normal, except he'd never do it in his parents' bathroom. But then it started to go strange for him. He grabbed his mother's razor and started shaving his legs and arms! He couldn't stop himself. And before he knew it, he had smooth hairless legs that made him feel weird. He quickly turned the water off, dried himself, then wrapped a towel around his chest, and another around his hair. Stopping at the mirror, he realized what he had done and panicked again. What was he doing? It seemed that he hadn't just woken up in his mother's clothing and bed, but he was also acting like her too!
He opened the door and left the bathroom. "Zoe?" he asked, but she wasn't there. He then walked over towards his father's underwear drawer, intending to wear a pair of his boxers. He didn't really want to, but he needed to wear something and his underwear wasn't here. But before he could even reach for the drawer, he turned and headed towards his mother's underwear drawer instead. Then, as if it had a mind of its own, his hand pulled open the drawer and pulled out a white frilly bra. He held it in front of his face and just stared at it. First, because he had been forced to grab a bra, and second, because this bra would never fit his mother. Like the nightgown, it had changed. Now, it looked like it would fit his body. Even the cups were flat, as there was nothing to hold on Jon's chest. Why even bother wearing a bra then? It made no sense. He then put it on, like he had done it before, but he obviously hadn't. It felt weird, that was for sure. Then he grabbed a pair of white frilly panties. He put them on without a second thought. The moment they were on him, he noticed something odd about them. The panties had sort of a pouch in the front, apparently there to give support to his cock and balls. It was weird, but then again, all of this was weird.
Jon then turned and headed to the closet. He removed the towels around his body, then proceeded to get dressed. A yellow blouse with a bow in the front, a pair of white capris pants, and a pair of 3-inch heels. Everything was in his size, made to fit his body. The blouse was flat against his chest, just like his bra, the capris had extra room in the crotch area to accommodate his cock and balls, and the shoes were way bigger than his mom's, now fitting his larger male feet. It was just all so bizarre.
He then left the bedroom and headed out into the hall. He still needed to brush his teeth, comb his hair (or would it be brush his hair?), and other stuff, so he figured he was going to be back in the bedroom again soon. But right now, he seemed to be doing something else. He passed by Zoe's room and knocked on the door. "Come on, Roger, wake up," he said, immediately wondering why he said that, and why he used his father's name. Then he moved on to his own bedroom door and knocked on that one. "Mikey, time to get up." Mikey? But Mikey's room was across the hall.
Jon then walked downstairs and somehow managed to not stumble in the heels. In the kitchen, he found Zoe sitting at the table, still topless, and reading the newspaper, while occasionally taking sips of her coffee.
"So that's where you got to," Jon said, getting himself a cup of coffee.
Zoe put the newspaper down, looking relieved to do so, then her eyes went wide, seeing Jon. "You're wearing Mom's clothing."
"And you're wearing Dad's."
"This is freaking me out, Jon. I can't seem to do whatever I want. It's like I'm stuck on some sort of track. I have to make coffee, I have to read the newspaper, I have to walk around topless!"
"Believe me, I know what you mean. You think I want to wear all this?" he asked, gesturing to his blouse and capris.
"I suppose not," Zoe said.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to stop until I figure out what's happening." Although, he might have already had a thought about that. This probably had something to do with that vague wish he made for something interesting to happen. But he didn't want to tell Zoe about that. At the moment, he'd rather keep knowledge of the stone to just himself and Karyn.
Karyn! Was she affected by this too? He reached for the phone to call her, but then stopped and went back to drinking his coffee. What happened? It was like he was being prevented from calling her. But then he had a worrisome idea. If he was supposed to be acting like his mother, then, well, his mother wouldn't usually call Karyn. It seemed that for the most part, he couldn't act out of character for how she would usually act. Though, he could with Zoe. Maybe because they were supposed to be married? That their relationship was close enough that they could tell anything to each other without it being awkward? Perhaps.
At the sound of the alarm, Roger woke up to a dark room, much darker than usual. He pulled the covers back and got out of bed. "Linda?" he asked, wondering where his wife was. He then moved towards the light switch, but it wasn't in the spot where it should have been. After turning it on, he got a shock. He was in his daughter Zoe's room! And that wasn't all. He was also dressed like her, wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of black panties. Though the panties looked odd, as they had a pouch in the front, supporting his genitalia. He pulled off the T-shirt, then got another surprise. He was wearing a black bra! But the cups were flat, like they were made for his male chest. What was going on? Who put him in these clothes? Looking at himself in the mirror, he got another shock. His short hair was dyed black with blue highlights, he had a nose ring, an eyebrow stud, and earrings in each ear. In fact, they were all the same piercings his daughter had and in all the same places, except that they were all on Roger!
Mikey awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. That was weird. Why was it going off so early? He opened his eyes and got a shock. What was he doing in Jon's room? He pulled the covers off of himself and saw that he was wearing a Star Trek T-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms. It was what Jon wore to bed the previous night, but it was all sized to fit Mikey's smaller body.
Linda opened her eyes and stretched, wondering why her alarm hadn't gone off. Not that she really needed it. She got up at the same time so often that it had become a subconscious routine. It was then that she realized that she was in the wrong room. Instead of the master bedroom, she was in Mikey's room. She pulled the covers off of her, and swung her legs out. Then she looked down at herself with wide eyes. She was wearing a Pokemon T-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms, and socks that she knew for sure belonged to her 10-year old son Mikey. Yet, it all fit her adult woman body. What was happening?
Mikey ran downstairs in a panic and spotted two figures in the kitchen. He saw what they were wearing and doing and just assumed that they were his parents, but he was wrong.
"Mom, Dad! There's something ..." he began, but the moment he saw that it was actually Jon (wearing one of his mother's outfits!) and Zoe (dressed only in his dad's boxer shorts!), he stopped and calmed down.
"What's wrong, honey?" Jon found himself saying.
"Huh? Oh, I was just excited to have some breakfast," Mikey said, though that wasn't what he wanted to say at all. He wanted to tell them (or rather his parents - where were his parents anyway?) that something strange was happening. But he could clearly see that Jon and Zoe probably already knew.
"Well, you're going to have to wait a bit. I just got down here."
"Okay, Mom," Mikey said. Why did he say that? That was Jon, his brother. Not his mother. He took a seat at the table, then waited impatiently for his food.
Moments later, Roger and Linda came down too. Jon was glad to see them, but was weirded out by their attire. It seemed that his dad had taken Zoe's place and his mom had taken Mikey's. And Mikey? Well, it seemed that he had taken Jon's place.
They all knew that something weird was happening, but besides Jon and Zoe (to each other only), they couldn't say anything about it. They found themselves acting just like the person they replaced. But at least their thoughts were their own.
