Elmer was laying on his stomach, atop the pink bedspread that came with his new body, his feet up in the air. He wiggled his pink painted toes as he read through Cecily's diary, absently tucking a long strand of blonde hair behind his ear as he did so. 'Wait, I really should be using Cecily's pronouns, since I AM Cecily now, Elmer thought with a giggle. She was feeling terribly bubbly since switching bodies with Cecily an hour ago. It had been so odd to step out of the machine, feeling all the new sensations of her younger feminine form, from the emptiness between her legs to the soft fabric of the fluffy sweater she wore. The family had agreed to split and give each other a little while to adjust to their new bodies before regrouping later that evening to discuss.
Initially, when Elmer had made his way to Cecily's room, he discovered his old body had gotten there before him and was sitting on the bed. Cecily, still a bit shocked from suddenly becoming her father, had looked up at him and asked, "Aren't you going to your own room?"
"This is my room," Elmer replied, "you should go to the master bedroom with your brother, oops, I mean mom." That was going to be nearly as interesting as being Cecily, seeing how Stuart got on as Lillian and vice versa; so far it seemed his little experiment was sure to smash the growing nadir of boredom that had been dominating Elmer's life.
Cecily had grumbled but left, leaving Elmer to settle into her new room. It was a large teenage girl's bedroom, with a largely pink color scheme. There was a full vanity covered in various makeup and hair care products, a walk in closet, a desk for school work that had a laptop sitting on it, a bookcase, and a few other odds and ends. Elmer had quickly found a volume of Cecily's diary and started reading through it, eager to learn all the little details about her new life.
"Hmm, I wonder," Elmer said, looking down at the loopy handwriting of the diary. She flipped to an empty page and practiced writing her new name a few times until she managed to replicate the original Cecily's signature, complete with a tiny heart above the i. She giggled and kept practicing until she had the handwriting down pat. "Guess my hand just knows how to write like that!"
From the moment Stuart came out of the machine, he instantly was aware of the jiggling weight on his chest, constrained by the halter top sundress he was wearing. That awareness hadn't diminished when he'd gotten to the master bedroom, and he was now cupping his generous bosom while looking at himself in the mirror. He was his mom, with all that entailed. He was female, over 20 years older, a successful model, a mother... he literally had the womb that had once carried him; it was a head tripping thought.
He could grudgingly admit he looked beautiful in the dress, even if it was doubly weird because he was wearing it and it was his mother's body. He turned around, his long blonde hair swishing as he did, when he heard someone enter behind him. It was his sister in his father's body, looking as put out as she had when she first got out of the machine.
"Ugh, why couldn't I be mom?" Cecily asked him.
Stuart shrugged his slim shoulders, "I don't know, maybe dad wanted to test switches across genders?"
"Either way it stinks," she grumbled, sitting down on the bed.
Stuart sat down beside her, "look, it's only for a little while and it's not so bad. I mean, we're the adults now, we can drive, drink and all that sort of thing, isn't that neat?"
"Hmm, I guess," Cecily admitted, "that could be fun to try out for a bit."
"That's the spirit," Stuart said, "let's go gather up the 'kids' and find out how long we're going to be flipped."
"Okay dad, we did your stupid swap, how long do we have to be like this?" Cecily asked, pouting in a way her new larger masculine body really couldn't carry off. The family had reassembled in the living room, Elmer and Lillian sitting on the couch while Cecily took her father's favorite armchair and Stuart sat on the loveseat.
Elmer mimicked the pout, looking far more natural on Cecily's original face, "well daddy, first of all, we need to refer to each other as who we appear to be. You can call me Cecily, or sweetie, or so on, can you do that?"
Cecily grimaced but said, "Sorry, Cecily."
Elmer smiled brightly, "Good, well, to answer your question, I'm not entirely sure. I'll need at least a little while to gather some data..."
"I think at least a month sounds like a good idea," Lillian said from Stuart's body. "It'll give your father and I- sorry, I mean my sister and I a proper vacation and let the two of you experience what it means to have adult responsibilities for awhile."
"A Month!?" Stuart exclaimed from Lillian's body. "Isn't that a bit long?"
Lillian waved him off, "I need a break from my career, and you might enjoy trying it out for a bit. You always used to enjoy coming with me to shoots when you were younger, and now you'll be the center of attention."
"I guess," Stuart said slowly.
Elmer clapped his hands together excitedly before anyone else could protest, "that sounds like a good starting point! From now on, we need to do our best to fulfill the roles of our new bodies. That means tomorrow the new Stuart and I will be going to school, and 'mom' will go to her magazine shoot, so let's split off into partners and help fill each other in on how to be who we appear to be!"
