Yes, Begrudgingly

Chloe sat still on her mom's bed as she mulled over her options.

"Come onnn. It'll be fun. You can bluff through my job for a week. It's easy."

The 20% mental swap that Ryan had mentioned was seriously starting to affect Chloe. It was a Wednesday morning, and this body was used to getting ready for work. There was a gnawing sense of anxiety, the feeling of missing your routine, even though she knew it wasn't HER routine.

"Ugh. Fine," Chloe huffed. "I'll- I'll go along with it. But you BETTER keep your word, and you BETTER not do anything weird at school, or in public."

Rebecca smiled.

"Thank you, honey. I knew you would understand eventually. Ryan, dear, go make us some breakfast."

Ryan pecked her on the cheek and left the room, hopefully to put his clothes back on first.

"Alright, let's get you ready for work. Then you can call the school and tell them I'm sick. I need to do some emergency shopping."

"What? Mom, you can't-"

"Uh-uh." Rebecca interrupted Chloe, wagging her finger no. "I'm not 'Mom'. You have to pretend to be me. If anybody gets suspicious, who knows what we'll do with your life?"

Chloe gritted her mom's teeth.

*****

It had been four days since the swap.

Rebecca tapped away on Chloe's phone as she picked at the lukewarm cafeteria lunch. Everything had gone perfectly according to plan. Ever since she'd heard about the swap clinic, she knew she needed a younger body. Why bother with silicone or lip filler when you could start fresh? Only one catch - young bodies were prohibitively expensive.

Ryan had just happened to come along at the right time. When he told her about his work at the clinic, ideas had started to form in her head. She saw the way he lusted over Chloe. Who better to swap with? It was like becoming a miniature version of your old self. The promise of steamy teen sex would keep Ryan happy and quiet; Meanwhile, Rebecca would enjoy her ill-gotten youth.

The trick had been convincing Chloe to stay quiet. The mental swap Ryan performed was minor enough to preserve sense of self, but large enough to make Chloe much more agreeable about staying in her mother's body. Things that felt routine for Rebecca would feel routine for Chloe. Between the **** and the mental changes, it would feel like there was **** but to accept the situation.

*CLICK*

She snapped a selfie on Chloe's phone, showing off her new crop top and bellybutton piercing. In only a few short days, her daughter's online presence had transformed. Once-dormant accounts used only for texting friends now displayed Chloe's body in a variety of slutty poses. Some of them showed off the new wardrobe she'd purchased, while others boasted about her new haircut and the still-healing bellybutton stud. She typed out a caption for the latest saucy photo:

back 2 school today... sooo bored rn....

Chloe had protested the changes, of course, but there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn't her body anymore.

*****

"Becca? Can I see you in my office, please?"

The voice crackled out of the phone intercom on her mother's desk. Chloe fumbled with the controls before she connected it to the correct line. After four days, she was finally starting to get the hang of her mother's job.

"I'll, uh, be right there."

She got up from the desk and clicked down the hall. To the rest of the world, she looked like a mature, sexy secretary. High heels were just another part of the routine. Her mother's outfits were designed to arouse while still being professional. "Bimbo" was a little too **** - Nothing about Rebecca Davis looked garish. Actually, if anything, the lip filler complimented her face well, and the auburn hair was far from flashy. Of course, that didn't assuage Chloe.

Ironically, despite the screwed-up situation, the work WAS easy. She felt like a piece of meat, sure, but it was simple, and it provided a welcome distraction. Ryan had been back every evening to ravage "Chloe". They'd fucked in every room of the house, bending Chloe's stolen body over the furniture and leaving stains on the carpet. They took delight in forcing her to play the part of the mother, threatening her with more **** if she didn't use the correct names or keep up her responsibilities. When Chloe complained about the piercings and revealing clothing, it just made them laugh harder.

The worst part was her body's reaction. Using the bathroom or showering was already awkward, as she tried her best to avoid her mom's sensitive tits. Each time she found them going at it, drops of moisture started to form in her old lady pussy. Yesterday she inadvertently found herself sneaking glances at Ryan's cock, pounding in and out of her old body while she was **** to make dinner. Maybe it was the mental swap, or maybe her mom's body was really just that horny.

Avoiding the sensations was getting harder and harder. Yesterday she'd found her mom's stash of sex toys hidden in the back of one of the clothing drawers. Vibrators, dildos, even some anal plugs... during the day, her mind had kept drifting back to them. What would it be like to play with her mom's body? Would her pussy feel loose? By the time she arrived at the office, her nipples were tenting under the low cut blouse.