Go get those rings!

It was admittedly an old classic you used to enjoy, but a movie you've seen thrice. Your mind raced back to Mom at her spa day. By now, given the average massage time and hair plus facial and waxing...

With how long you had been enjoying yourself as Clair, she should be done any minute! Dad was supposed to

pick her up on her way home and knowing him, he'd be out of there in a hurry. Since... Today was mother's day and that meant...

Shit.." you muttered quietly in Sierra's soft voice as you started to weigh your options. Given the free wine that was part of your sister's gift, Mom would be tipsy at the very least. Mom was a very...flirty drunk as you saw how she behaved at parties. It was only ever with Dad, but it was... Very raunchy. If you were in her body, you would be on your Dad like white on rice. The thought sent chills through me followed by a tide of disgust.

However, if you waited until tomorrow to take over, you'd be stuck at her job until the early evening. She'd definitely find the rings by then. As bizarre as it sounded, a night with your father was the easier solution as you had no clue how to do your mother's

job.

But... No, this was too wrong. I need to wait! But what if...

You caught yourself before another panic attack set in, hastily touching your finger to the sapphire ring and freeing yourself from Sierra.

Back in your body, you swallowed your disgust, and switched the medallion to white, returning to your mother's body.

The feeling of calmness hit you like a rush of water, ironically enough. Its like being hit, or shock frozen right from the state of stress Sierra was in to a complete sense of chill your mother was in. You only thanked that you had to go through your own body for the change, otherwise it could've been too ****.

You could feel the spa day did wonders for your mom. Your entire body felt clean and loose, like you vere 20 years younger. You felt well for letting her experience this on her own. It seems you misjudged the time a little, she wasn't quite done yet. Instead, you were sitting with your eyes closed, feeling as your nails got pedicured. Opening your eyes slowly, you saw that the room around you was full of other girls, young and old, in the same situation. You were dressed in a bathrobe, seeming like you had enjoyed yourself quite a lot.

Without much thought, you just lay your head back and let yourself enjoy the last moments of the spa day, taking a small sip from the wine and not even thinking about the consequences or how you knew that there was a wine glass on the desk.

You leaned back and sighed contentedly. Thinking about the rings seemed so silly now. This wine was amazing, and you weren't even tipsy! Planning ahead felt so silly. God, you and Hailey were great kids. A spa day and jewelry? How many mothers got that for Mother's Day? You'd need to work hard to make it up to them. You... Wait. Were you tipsy?

You giggled softly at your own confusion. Of course you'd disassociate. You're literally out of your body. Yet you found focusing on the calm around you made the process less concerning.

As my pedicure was wrapping up, you glanced down and admired the artist's handywork. You'd make sure to tip them afterwards, and while digging through your purse, you found the other two rings.

Well, nothing to worry about anymore.

With that done, you'd drain the last of the free wine all without coming up for air. You felt a fun rush of light headed-ness as a spa worker lead you to where your clothes were. You didn't care about getting dressed once more, electing to stuff the bra into your purse. Better that than waste time taking it off again later.

The nice spa worker lead you to Dad's car already waiting outside. Oddly enough, you didn't feel nervous at all. You entered Dad's truck with a smile, speaking in an upbeat but clearly drunk tone. "Hey there handsome! How was work?" You asked, leaning in to give a kiss on the cheek.

Your dad, or rather Harry as you thought of him now, seemed rather amused by your drunkenness. He only ever needed on look to tell exactly how you were feeling, and you loved that trait of him. He leaned in for your kiss and smiled widely as you tied your seat belt.

"Boring as always, but the thought of you made it a million times more bearable." He answered.

Your dad was a pretty good looking man, which only seemed to make sense when you have such a good looking wife. He was your average white millenial, just aged up 30 years. He had a stuble and a well groomed haircut, with brown eyes and a sexy jawline. Wait, was that your mother's description?

You giggle at Harry's compliments. He was very predictable in that regard, but you just found it cute. "Well, lets get you home so you could get dressed. I have a bug evening planned ahead for us." He said with a smile, driving away