Memories of a bride

Helen took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She needed to do this, to live out her mother's wedding night, and the best way to do it was without telling Adam. She could try the spell with a different memory and surprise him later, but she couldn't imagine a memory that would excite her as much as her mother's wedding.

Adam had finished his chores and was now engrossed in one of his videogames in the living room. Her mum would be out at the pub, and so Helen had no time to waste.

Helen slipped out of the front door as quietly as she could, and was thankful to not hear a peep from her boyfriend. She had left the spellbook in the office, and she felt her stomach knot as she paced quickly down the street towards her mum's house.

Her mum only lived a short walk away and Helen was soon entering the driveway, taking a quick glance around to check nobody was watching her. She pulled out her key and unlocked the door, quickly closing it behind her.

"Right, where are those photos," Helen whispered to herself. She knew her mum had taken most of the family photos when she had divorced Helen's dad. So, it was reasonable to assume that her wedding photos would be around the house somewhere.

Helen quickly began searching her mum's living room, checking on top of the bookshelf, under the sofa, and around the TV unit. There was no sign of any of her mother's wedding photographs and so Helen decided to move on to her mother's bedroom.

After a few minutes of searching the bedroom, Helen finally struck gold.

"Jackpot," she whispered with glee.

At the bottom of the wardrobe, beneath her mum's shoes and a couple of suitcases, were several large, brown boxes. Inside each box were dozens of photo albums. Some were yellowing, others were new, and the names and dates of the events were printed neatly on the spines. Helen felt a flutter in her chest as she realised these boxes held her mum's life story. But there was only one album Helen was interested in at this moment.

Helen began sifting through the albums, her heart pounding louder in her ears. It didn't take her long to spot the wedding album.

It was a bright red, leather-bound album, with the title printed in large silver lettering:

Our Special Day.

Helen was practically shaking as she opened the album and turned the page to the first photo.

It was a photo of her mum getting ready, sat in a chair wearing her wedding dress, as a hairdresser styled her hair. Helen could see the look of nervous excitement in her mother's eyes, and she could already feel a slight echo of her mother's emotions.

"This one is perfect," Helen whispered, as her eyes took in every detail. She quickly removed the photograph, and tucked it into her handbag.

Helen closed the album, and placed it carefully back into the box. She was tempted to rifle through some of the other albums, but she had wasted enough time.

Helen was quick to leave her mum's house, and was soon walking back home. As she entered the front door, the sound of gunfire from the videogame in the living room reached her. Adam had clearly not noticed her absence.

Helen tiptoed up the stairs, and made her way into the office. She quietly closed the door and sat in the office chair. The spellbook was exactly where she left it.

She took a deep breath and took out the wedding photo from her handbag.

"Okay. Okay. Okay," Helen muttered, as she tried to focus. "I can do this. I can do this. This will work."

Helen took one final steadying breath and placed the photograph on top of the book.

Helen focused on the image, and repeated the words from the spell. The world around her became quiet, the air heavy, and then everything went dark.

For a moment, it was pitch black, and Helen was convinced the spell hadn't worked. But, the next instant, her vision was flooded with colour, light, and movement.

Helen eyes blinked rapidly as her pupils adjusted. As things came into focus, she realised she was no longer in the office, no longer at home.

Instead, she was sat in a hotel room, in front of a dressing table mirror. She peered into the reflection, and her mouth dropped open in shock.

'I'm... in my mother's body?' Helen thought, and immediately reached up to touch her face.

Her hands moved over her skin, feeling the soft contours of her mother's jawline, her lips, and her nose. Her complexion was flawless, her makeup expertly applied, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

It was incredible. Helen had never felt so beautiful. Her mother was still an incredibly attractive woman, even in her late forties, but in her youth, Susannah was stunning.

'How old am I?' Helen thought. 'I mean, how old is my mum in this memory?' The answer came to her instantly, as if her brain had been waiting for the question. 'I'm nineteen and this is my wedding day.'

Helen felt a thrill course through her, and a grin spread across her lips. She was actually reliving her mother's wedding day. She had done it.

"Can you keep still, Susannah?" said a woman behind her. "Your hair won't be finished if you keep moving."

Helen tried not to jump out of her seat in surprise, and keep her composure. She suddenly noticed in the reflection of the mirror that there were three other women in the room.

The voice came from a short, middle-aged woman, who was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. She had a round, friendly face and was stood with a pair of curlers in her hand.

"Sorry," Helen said, trying not to giggle at the strange sensation of hearing her mother's voice. "I'm just a bit excited, that's all."

"Well, I won't have you messing up my hard work by fidgeting," the woman replied with a warm smile.

Helen tried not to blush, and apologised again. She looked back in the mirror, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the wedding dress her mother was wearing.

The gown was gorgeous. The white material flowed down her mother's body like silk, and the strapless bodice showed off her slender shoulders. Helen could see that the material hugged her mother's waist and hips before falling down her legs and ending in a small train.

It was her mother's cleavage however that drew her eye. The bodice was tight, and was pushing her mother's large breasts up to create an enticing line of cleavage between them. Even at nineteen, her mother had a fantastic pair of tits.

'Wow. I guess I should feel weird for finding my mother hot, but these boobs are incredible,' Helen thought, her eyes tracing the curve of her mother's breasts. When she had possessed her mum earlier, she hadn't had time to appreciate how gorgeous her mother was. She had been too focused on teasing Adam. But now, she could enjoy every second of this.

Helen suddenly felt a hand rest on her shoulder and she gasped.

"What are you thinking, Susannah?" said a female voice next to her.

Helen turned and saw an older woman standing next to her, a knowing smile on her lips. She was wearing a dark blue dress and was in her late forties, with greying brown hair tied into a bun. She had a round, kind face, and looked very much like her mum.

'My grandmother!' Helen realised, and was suddenly reminded of how surreal this was. Seeing her grandmother like this was almost as strange as seeing her mother young again.

"Oh, nothing really, just thinking about the ceremony," Helen lied, trying to stop her eyes from drifting back to her mother's breasts.

"Is that right? Well, you've got plenty of time to think about that," the woman replied, a twinkle in her eye.

"Yes, and you'll be pleased to know your hair is finished," said the middle-aged woman with the curlers.

"Thank you," Helen said, reaching a hand up to her hair. Her grandmother quickly moved her hand out of the way.

"Now, now, don't touch it. I want your hair to look perfect for the photos."

"Okay, okay," Helen replied, grinning. She turned back to the mirror, and her eyes widened as she saw her hair. The middle-aged woman had done a great job, and her long, blonde hair was styled in a way that framed her face and highlighted her features.

"It looks beautiful," Helen said, as she looked over her shoulder. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," the woman said with a smile, as she began packing her equipment away.

"Shall we check how the other girls are getting on?" the third woman said.

Helen looked and saw a tall, slim, brunette woman, probably in her mid-thirties, standing near the door. She had a kind smile, and wore a long, emerald dress.

'My aunt, Aunt Mary,' Helen thought, her dad's older sister. She was a little shocked at how different her aunt looked. She had always remembered her aunt as a kindly older woman, and hadn't ever really imagined her young. But, seeing her like this was amazing.

"We'd better, hadn't we?" her grandmother replied. "We'll be back in a minute, dear. Don't go disappearing on us," she added with a wink.

Helen watched as all three women left the room.

"Bye," she replied, as they closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Helen leapt from her chair, and twirled on the spot.

"I've actually done it," Helen laughed. "I'm here, I'm at mum's wedding, and I'm in her body. It worked. It really worked."

Helen couldn't stop laughing. She was so happy, she was practically giddy. This was a dream come true. She could live out her mother's memories. She could relive her happiest moments. She could experience her mother's wedding day.

"Or," Helen whispered. "I could nudge things in a slightly different direction. According to the spellbook, you can change the outcome of the memory. Make things a little more... interesting."

Helen bit her lip as a wicked grin spread across her lips. "A little more erotic."

Helen walked over to the mirror, and looked herself up and down. She felt a thrill run down her spine at the sight of her mother's beautiful young body wearing such an incredible wedding dress.

"Why shouldn't I have a little fun?" Helen said, reaching a hand up and lightly caressing her cleavage. The spell had made it clear that nothing that happened during a memory would affect the real world. And if things didn't turn out the way she wanted, she could always leave the memory and try again.