Linda blinked. There was something different. She was standing in an dimly lit room. Across from her, staring at her, was a man. Something about him seemed to be familiar.
Taking a deep breath, Linda closed her eyes once again to try to remember how she got there. That's when it hit her. She could barely remember anything. Nothing important, at least. She knew her name was Linda, she knew she was a mother of two adult children, Jon and Zoe, and one younger son who lived with his father. Beyond that, though, everything was... not quite a blank, just behind some sort of haze. There were unsubstantial details she could pull from the haze. She was forty-three years old. She loved to cook. Her favourite colour was orange. But did she remember how she came to those facts? No. They were just there. Written into her mind.
Again she opened her eyes. She stared at the man across from her. Jon. Jon! That was Jon! Her son! She remembered!
"Jon!" she said, walking toward him, smiling. She knew she loved him. She loved her son. Her son was the focus of her love. "I'm so glad to see you!"
"Me too, mom," Jon said, embracing her.
Another fact hit her as Linda felt Jon's body heat on her breasts through his t-shirt. She was naked. Normally, she was sure of it, she would be wearing clothes. She didn't remember ever wearing clothes before, but she was sure that she did.
"Where are my clothes?" Linda backed away from her son, covering herself with her hands as best she could. She was surprised that she wasn't more embarrassed by her state of dress. It wasn't embarrassment, but rather a strong version of surprise. Maybe it was because Linda loved her son so much that she knew she could trust him. He was just so lovable.
Jon approached her again and took her by the shoulders, then slowly turned her toward a full-length mirror to her left. Taking in her image, Linda could see that being naked wasn't the only change.
Breasts. That was what she noticed first. The middle-aged mother-of-three now had the breasts of a porn star. Lips, too. Puffy, pink, kissable lips. Her hair was long and blonde, her waist was small, her rear was big. And her age! She couldn't be more than twenty!
"But, that's not me!" Linda breathed as she stared at her reflection, "I'm sure I was older before... wasn't I?"
"You were, mom," Jon said in a comforting tone. He was so good at comforting her. She loved him so much, "But something happened."
"Something bad?" Linda asked, unable to take her eyes off of her new body.
"Not really. The doctor couldn't explain it to me very well. I'm not sure she knew exactly what happened herself, but she said that you've been changed. You're younger for one thing, and your body has a few, um, modifications."
Linda took her hands and cupped her huge breasts. Tits, really. Too big to be breasts.
"The doctor told me that you'll have some memory loss. Is that true"
"I can barely remember anything!" Linda said.
"What can you remember?"
"I remember being a mom, I remember Zoe, and I remember you." Linda answered confidently, her eyes finally leaving her own body, migrating to Jon's eyes through the mirror. He had such beautiful eyes. They made loving him so much easier.
"How about your job? Or your friends? Anything like that?"
Linda thought hard, but frowned when she was unable to recall anything. "It's like anything beyond you and Zoe are hidden behind a curtain."
"That's okay," Jon said, reassuring her, instantly putting Linda at ease. If Jon said it was okay, then it was going to be okay. He was usually right about most things, after all, "The doctor said that you would need help, especially at the beginning. She told me that you should move in with me so that I can take care of you."
"You'd do that for me?!" Linda squealed, turning around, wrapping her arms around her son's neck and planting a kiss on his lips. After a few moments of her tongue exploring her mouth, she realized what she was doing, "Oh, Jon! I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!"
"Mom, it's fine," Jon said, licking his lips, "it's totally natural to get over excited every once and a while. After all, we're family," That totally made sense to Linda, "and besides, we'll have to get used to some physical affection. Nobody will believe that you're my mom, especially now that you look so different. We'll have to pretend that you're my girlfriend, at least in public, at least until we figure things out."
Linda felt her juices begin to run down her inner thigh. Jon's girlfriend? She loved him so much, but this was too much! He was so far out of her league that she felt butterflies in her stomach. Nobody would actually believe that a hunk like Jon would settle for a slouch like her. Not that she would let her son down. He was counting on her! If she had to be a girlfriend, then she would be the best girlfriend ever! Jon wouldn't know what hit him! It was the least she could do to thank him for being so generous.
"It's a deal," she said, stepping forward again and planting another kiss on her son's lips. This time she let her hands explore his body, while she ground her naked groin into his pants, enjoying the growing erection that was hidden there. After Linda felt that she had adequately thanked her son, she released his lips but kept her hold on his body.
"Now," she said, "why don't we find me some clothes and you can take me home?"
