“Hit up that weird goth chick, Jay?”

“What if we hit up Jay? She’s into all this witchy, occult stuff right?” Ethan said. “Don’t know why I didn’t think of that earlier.”

“Dude, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to have a dick or a pussy right now because of you, how was she not your first choice?!” Jason exclaimed, slapping his forehead. Ethan knew he was right of course, but felt compelled to defend himself. He got up off the bed and turned to Jason, still not used to seeing Vicky in his clothes.

“Look, I was panicking earlier, okay? You’re the first person that came to mind and plus, she’s…” He trailed off, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say politely.

“Weird as fuck? Yeah, no I get it. But weird as fuck is what you need right now when you’re wearing your mom’s panties because of some magic ring. You are wearing panties, right? Your mom wasn’t going commando before y’all swapped?” He said, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at Ethan’s crotch. Then he swung a hand at him

Ethan turned bright red, as he narrowly blocked the blow. “Yes, I’m wearing fucking panties right now, can we not make this anymore humiliating than it has to be?” He said angrily. He could feel them uncomfortably constricting his junk that very moment. He hadn’t seen what they looked, and he definitely didn’t plan on finding out any time soon.

Jason smirked, then rose from the chair. “Alright, let’s hit up Jay and see what she says. Let me put some clothes on and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Ethan nodded, and started to walk out of the room. As he turned to close the door behind him, he froze for a moment, as he saw ‘Jason’ take off his shirt. It was only for a moment, but Ethan caught sight of two dark brown circles on his friend’s massive chest before he turned around to grab some fresh clothes from his closet. Pulling himself together, he shut the door and made his way downstairs.

He tried his best to ignore the growing tightness between his legs as he grew a half chub just from a glance of Mrs.Zimmerman’d body. For years, his friends had poked fun of Jason for having the hottest mom out of all of them, and now he was the very first to lay eyes upon her rack, even for a short time. But Ethan shook it off. Whatever the case might be, he was technically getting hard at his friend’s appearance, not his mom’s.

“This is gonna be a long day.” He muttered to himself as he got to the bottom floor. Thankfully, it appeared that Mrs.Zimmerman had gone out, meaning he wouldn’t have to see his friend walking around dressed like a housewife.

“Would’ve been pretty funny though.” He said to himself. As he waited for Jason, he looked at one of the family pictures on the wall. Previously, it had been a picture of a young eight year old Jason, dressed in overalls at an amusement park with a large cartoon mouse. Now, it showed a much older black girl in her teens, wearing the same overalls, and the same annoyed expression on her face, one of a kid who had just minutes earlier been throwing a tantrum.

“Huh. Guess his body grew twice as fast to try and match with how old he looks right now.” As he turned to look another picture, Ethan couldn’t help but laugh.

In it was Jason, his face caked in make up, and his now long and braided hair elaborately done up. He wore a long white wedding gown, with his lanky teenage arm around his father, a similarly lanky looking white guy in his 20’s who wore a wedding tux.

“What are you laughing at?”

Ethan jumped, turning around to see Mrs.Zimmerman- no, Jason - coming down the stairs. He had changed into a pair of cargo pants, which seemed to fit his larger hips and thighs, and a graphic tee, which seemed to have its design stretched out from the sheer size of Jason’s chest. As he walked down, Ethan tried not to stare at the subtle bounce of his friends boobs, especially since he could just barely see his nipples poking out through his shirt.

“You, in a wedding dress.” Ethan said, pointing back at the picture. Jason came up next to him, leaning in close towards the picture.

“I still don’t 100% believe you, but now I can’t stop thinking about how that might be my body. I mean, to me she’s still a woman, you know?” He said, putting his arms on his hips.

“Yeah, but from my perspective, I’m seeing you dressed as your mom. And yeah, I get the irony of that statement.” Ethan replied, cutting his friend off before he could get a joke in. “Come on, let’s go.” Ethan said, adjusting his -no, his mom’s purse - on his shoulder.

“Where does she at again?” Jason asked, as they stepped out. After texting Jay, they got a response back immediately.

“She said she’s at the _______”

(Also thank you for reading so far, lemme know if you have thoughts or suggestions in the comments!)