As Jill peaked into her son’s room through the crack in the door, all thoughts of her failed spell vanished from her mind. Not because she was getting an amazing eyeful, watching her son slip into a grey panty and bra set, followed by a t-shirt and cargo shorts (could he be any hotter?), but because he wasn’t alone in his room. Her son’s friend, Eric, was laying on the bed, flaccid penis hanging on display, sleeping.

Rage and jealousy flushed out all emotion. How dare this interloper make a move on Jill’s boy? Just when she had finally put things exactly how she wanted them, bodies swapped between herself and her offspring, some young kid comes along and reaps the benefit of her hard work!

She ran back to her room to grab her wand. She didn’t have time for proper preparation. There would be no careful balance of chaos. Nor would there be any consideration of outcomes. She just wanted ****, consequences be damned.

Wand in hand, fury in her eyes, she burst into her son’s bedroom and screamed the first incantation that came to mind.

There was a flash of light, the smell of heat, then darkness.