A few minutes later... a dangerous concession and trade?

You blinked as you had a feeling of deja vu from the used sales lot, when you'd shot your nephew Eric with the ray gun. You blinked a few times as you opened your eyes after actively closing it for a second, being prepared to see a white light or something of that effect.

But nothing had happened. You look over at the ray gun pointed at you as it was lowered. "Did you fire?" you ask, tilting your head as you drink in the juicy looks of your forbidden lover's body.

"I did," he said as he chuckled and looked down at himself. 21 year old and gorgeous nephew of yours. "Wow, it does work!" he said in a surprise tone as he began feeling up his bulky biceps, before stuffing a hand down into his sweatpants to grab hold of his eight inch manhood. "Holy shit, I'm huge!" Eric exclaimed as he pulled his pants down and pulled the snake over the rim. Some angel on your shoulder told you it would be rude to watch for too long, then you remembered what you had been doing.

"What? You have fired?" You say as you pull a few strands of dark hair out of your eyes, looking down at yourself. For a second everything looked normal, but then you realized... you're female!

(Nelly Kent)

You turn towards a mirror you keep in your living room, which looked a lot more fancy and bigger than it previously had been. Scratch that, you didn't even have a mirror in the living room before. You had brown eyes and dark brown hair and you looked to be around your mid twenties. You were wearing a comfortable but professional dark green dress that hugged your figure well.

You turned around and gave your body a closer look, finding a sense of pride grow in your chest at the look of your curvy ass. In your teenage and single years, if you rolled your hips a little bit extra when you walked past a cute guy, you knew you'd either get three responses: A wolf whistle, an audacious phone number request, or the sound of someone hitting their head into a light post. The two former usually gave you the result you wanted.

And, of course, you were quite adept at taking it in your ass. It was a specialty you've cultivated over the years.

Another train of memories slid into the station with a massive honk of the steam whistle, filling your body with a sense of panic. "Holy shit, I'm a woman!" you say in disbelief, turning back towards Eric. "What did you think about when you fired the gun?"

"What I promised," Eric said as he stopped rubbing his dick up to half mast, stuffing it back into his pants after a moment. "I put the gun on 'role swap' and..." he pulled the gun up and read 'aware, autonomous' on target awareness, as you saw me do."

You nod and walk over to Eric, glancing up at him. You weren't used to being a foot shorter than people, and Eric wasn't especially tall. "That sounds about right, but I believe we agreed we were to do something less dramatic."

"Well, it felt sort of cringe to become my mom's sister, so I decided to swap our gender instead of our age and familial positions." Eric said with a shrug of his very wide shoulders. "Besides, you're not looking too unhappy about the situation."

"What? Oh," you say as you find one of your hands had reached around and wrapped itself around one of Eric's chiseled quarterback buttocks. "I'm sorry, I'll-" you say as you make to leave, but you find yourself stopped by one of Eric's big hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. You sense the throb of his dick through his pants and your dress and you gasp. Eric takes his other hand and lifts your chin up to look you in your eyes. "but I didn't do anything to adjust our relationship, Mica" he said in a quiet voice as he leaned in for a kiss.

Mica, short for Michaela. That was your new name, you realize as you push back into his kiss, pressing your body against his. You are Aunt Mica, ten years younger than your sister, seduced by her son, or was it he who was seduced by your charms? It didn't come to mind right now. What came to mind was the hunger for something savory.