A middle aged woman (several months later)

Mindy Milton walked down the street, a woman of forty-two, her steps steady but unremarkable amidst the city's churn. She wasn't exactly overweight, but certainly not slim either, her frame comfortably settled into its own shape. Her large breasts moved subtly with each stride, a natural part of her form beneath the simple, teal-colored dress adorned with small, golden flowers. Her brown leather boots made a soft, even sound on the sidewalk. She carried a big, brown shoulder bag, letting it hang casually as she moved.

She stopped for a moment and took out her phone to look at the time and to respond to a few chats. She was a very busy woman, mother of four(2 sons and 2 daughters) and keeper of the house. However, that wasn't everything. She also had some baggage of her own, coming straight from her side of the family. And that was exactly what she was going attend to today. After all, it was already that day of the month, the only day when the local prison admitted visitors.

When Mindy arrived, the guards greeted her by her name, smiles and nods all around. They already knew her very well, since she hadn't missed a single visit day ever since her nephew got incarcerated, almost 2 years ago. It's not like Mindy enjoyed visiting that good-for-nothing, but she had promised her deceased sister that she would take care of her only son. And despite the fact he had been caught in possession of 300gr of heroin and sent straight to prison, a promise was a promise.

She went straight to the check station, where she immediately greeted a young female guard.

"Good day, Connie." Mindy smiled as she handed over her bag. "How's life treating you? You look radiant toda-" She interrupted the greeting, looking around. "oh, excuse me, where do I put this bag?"

"Right on this tray, Mrs. Milton. And it's so nice to see you too." Connie smiled at Mindy and handed over a wide white tray.

"Oh, thank you sweetheart." Mindy said as she went on with a security procedure she was more than familiar with. She handed over her phone, keys and bag and her curvy body was checked by Connie.

"All set." The woman said. "You can proceed with your visit to Mr. Kenny Weber. Just follow Matthias to the visitor room." She finished, pointing to another guard, a slightly overweight black man who also greeted Mindy.

"What about my pendant?" Mindy asked, grabbing and showing the pink quartz pendant she was wearing around her neck. "Shouldn't I also leave this here?"

Connie shook her head, her smile never leaving her lips. "That won't be necessary, Mrs. Milton; our center allows jewelry in the visitor room, as long as it's nothing sharp and you keep it on you at all times."

"Oh... I see..." Mindy nodded, thanked Connie again and then followed Matthias while glancing down at the pendant half-buried within her ample cleavage. Calling this cheap-looking thing 'jewelry' was by all means a big stretch, and Mindy wasn't wearing it because she liked it, but because her 7 year old daughter had given it to her as a present, and since Mindy was a fool for her youngest, she had promised to wear it at all times even though she knew that little Kelly had most likely found it in the dirt near the woods where she always played. Still, a promise was a promise.

...However, there was a limit for everything, and Mindy had given herself 2 weeks until the novelty wore off and she could find an excuse to throw it away.

The visitor room was quite empty, and Mindy sat down near a table.
12 minutes later, another figure slumped into the room accompanied by a second guard. Kenny wore the same orange uniform as every other inmate, and when he noticed his aunt, he walked over and sat dawn without a word, responding to Mindy's 'good morning Kenny' with a grunt, his sleepy eyes barely acknowledging Mindy's presence.

It was okay, Mindy was more than used to this. She observed Kenny's gaunt figure with critical eye. He'd never had much muscle in that lanky body of his, but today he looked even thinner than usual.

"Have you been eating well?" Mindy asked in her typical maternal fashion. "You look a bit pale."

"I've been eating like a king in a palace." Kenny waved his hand in dismissal, a tinge of irony plaguing his voice. "It's just that I've been wanking off like a monkey. That's all. There's not much else to do here anyways."

Mindy said nothing. Those sexual innuendos of his were yet another aspect the woman was very much used to. Simply put: Kenny was a pervert, and a total loser. These two general traits had at some point become his most defining features and, apparently, his entire personality. He was the typical boy who would steal Mindy's and his cousin's panties and bras to spice up his 'private fun'. She didn't even remember how many garments she'd had to throw away while her nephew was still living in her house.

"So you have no distractions? What about the books I brought you the last time?"

"..Huh..? Books? What...? oh..."

"...You traded them for cigarettes, didn't you?" Mindy asked, eyebrows raised.

"Ugh, whatever."

The woman sighed, wondering not for the first time why she even bothered. Kenny looked completely disinterested in the conversation and almost never looked at her in the eyes. If anything, he just stared down at the ugly pendant she was wearing. But after a brief re-thinking, Mindy realized that he was just staring at her breasts.

"What about work?" Mindy asked, crossing both arms over the table, partially blocking her chest. "Connie told me that, for every day of work, they substract 2 days from your total sentence, plus you get $3 an hour. It would be good for you to have some cash when you come out, don't you think?"

Donny chuckled and ruffled up his already messy hair.

"Are you kidding, you hag? I still have another 7 fucking years in this stinky place, and you expect me to break my back for like 3 years doing the same shit over and over and over?"

"I don't really expect anything from you, Donny. By now, I know better. This is your life, and you live it however you want."

"Woah, you just don't give a fuck anymore, do you?"

"Luckily for you, I still do. Enough to come every month and lose my precious time trying to inject some common sense into that empty head of yours."

Donny laughed.

"Precious time my ass, ya tradwife. What else you do other than preparing a sandwitch to your hubby and cheking that your brats attend school? You don't even need to clean your big house because your maid does it for you."

Mindy frowned and took a deep breath, decided to not allow Donny to get under her skin.

"That's not true, Donny, and you should know that."

"What should I know, huh? For all I know, you probably sit your fatass on the sofa and watch Netflix most of the day while my own ass is here rotting in prison." Donny said, as provocative as ever.

Mindy was starting to feel very annoyed by her nephew's behaviour.

"Look, Donny, I WISH you were in my place so you could understa-"

Suddenly, the quartz pendant on Mindy's chest started emiting a potent purple light, and both Donny and Mindy felt an immediate and aggressive dizziness in their heads, which threw their senses in total disarray. All they could hear was a uniform ear-spliting shrill; all they could see was a dazzling blankness. There was no balance, no sense of up and down; they were floating and at the same time they were set in place. They wanted to scream, but no sound came out of their mouths, they couldn't even move. And if they did, their muted senses couldn't even register the shift.

Only a few seconds had passed until that chaos started to settle down. The shrilling sound went down, their cloudy vision started to reorganize into vague shapes, they felt their shift in their positions, insensitivity turned into simple numbness, then tickles; and eventually, everything was washed away by a wave of pure warmth once their muscles became fully functional yet again.

But this time... there was a crucial difference.

Donny blinked a few times in utter confusion, feeling very out of place. "...what the fuck did just..." He murmured, still a bit dizzy.

Mindy had her eyes wide open in an expression of pure surprise as she stared directly at the person in front of her. "...Huh?! ...W-What? That's.... why am I... there?" She pointed a shaky finger towards that person, who looked like a perfect copy of herself. But that's when she noticed the finger, and the long thin arm. This... this wasn't her arm. And what was with this orange sleeve? And the smell, and the weird taste in her mouth. "No way..." That's when she looked down and saw a lanky body in an orange inmate uniform. "No WAY!!"

Donny was a bit slower to react. When he saw himself right before his own eyes weeping and compulsively touching his face and arms, Donny blinked again, slowly. Was he trippin'? He should be, right? There was just no fucking way this was-...
But his line of thoughts was interrupted by how excessively strange he himself was feeling. Yeah, what was up with his own body? Nothing felt quite right. Everything was out of place to some degree; and there were a few parts within his perception that were absolutely messed up.

"Oh, man..." He murmured, his voice coming out in a weird high pitch that sounded rather familiar.
Whatever **** he had been given, he needed to remember to ask for more.

He chuckled as he slowly looked down, wanting to know already why his chest felt so damn heavy-

"...Huh? What the..."

Where his thin flat torso should have been was a landscape. A soft, sloping shelf of flesh, encased in a dark green fabric dotted with tiny blue flowers, swelled out from his chest, completely obscuring his stomach and the top of his thighs. They were enormous, two soft, heavy mounds that strained the V-neck of the dress into a deep crescent. He could see the pale upper curves of them, the skin looking impossibly smooth and powdered, disappearing into the shadow of a cleavage that seemed deep enough to lose a hand in.

He immediately went on to grab them, an expression of pure surprise plastered over his new face as he felt their softness, their weight, and the feeling of his own touch through them.

Donny finally understood what had really happened.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!" He yelled in his aunt's voice.

They had swapped bodies!!