Just like the real thing

The shorts feel warm and silky smooth as they slide over your hips. For a moment they pull uncomfortably tight against your crotch until you let the waistband snap flush against your skin. You gasp as the sensation abruptly changes. The sense of tightness vanishes replaced by an odd warm emptiness between your legs.

Instinctively you grab at your crotch, your fingers running over the hairless lips of your mother's pussy. You shiver as you feel your rough fingers fumbling at the delicate folds of her sex. It's so strange that it takes you a second to fully grasp what you are feeling, the fact you are experiencing what a woman feels when she's touched down there.

"Holy shit!" You exclaim "I've got a cunt!"

It's such a shock that you physically jump. Leaping a good four inches into the air before landing with a thump that sets the rounded bulk of your womanly ass bouncing. Hurrying to your wardrobe's full-length mirror makes your childbearing hips swing like a pendulum.

You stand there for a while staring at your mother's naked crotch hips and butt seamlessly blending with your familiar male form.

You shake your head as you trace the faint lines of stretch marks across the top of your thighs. Now the initial shock has subsidised you feel a little silly for your initial freek out. After turning your mother into a pile of bodyparts/clothing you shouldn't really be suprised by anything. Why shouldn't wearing shorts made out of your mother's body make the corresponding parts of your body look and feel exactly like her's?

It's absurd, yes. Ridiculous. Impossible. But no more so than anything else the device can do.

You shiver again at the transgressive thrill of it as your curious fingers return to the cleft of her/your pussy.