Happy mother's day indeed

"Holy..." you said yet again as you found yourself experiencing a new avalanche of sensations as your eyes opened. Once again, the sound of your new voice shocked you, yet slowly you were getting used to it. The familiar sight of your living room filled my gaze, yet even sitting down felt completely new in your mother's body. Your large plasma screen TV seemed even bigger, and this loveseat you sat on felt more like a throne now.

Everything felt different, but it wasn't like how you felt as Sierra. It was a different kind of different.

Your body felt smaller. Sierra wasn't too big herself, but your mom was pretty short. Your body felt stiffer, and even though you were sitting on a couch, you could feel it had a different balance to it. The weight on your chest was greater, your mom's breasts were bigger than Sierra's. And that last thought is what makes you shift your look down.

Bellow you find a pair of two round breasts covered in a simple bra, which is itself covered by the top of your navy blue casual dress. Your hands instinctively jolt to grab them, giving them a soft squeeze. They were soft. As far as your body felt, if Sierra was like day then your mother's short curvy body was like night. Feeling the weight of her bigger breasts was too powerful a sensation not to give them an experimental squeeze, but as you did, the feeling you got made you tear your hands away. It felt...good in a tingly sort of way, but these were still your mother's breasts. And this cushion-y weight you sat on must've been her ass. You looked down at your hands. They were carefully manicured and painted, and the skin was hairless and smooth, yet clearly older than yours. You were really your mother...

You glanced at the length of dark hair that draped your shoulder from the sudden jostling, and couldn't hold back your grin. This was totally different from what had happened with Sierra just minutes ago. Where as you entered her and began to feel her anxiety, you could feel your mother positively bouncing with excitement. She was always a cheerful person and that well of unceasing optimism was inside you now! You couldn't even fathom how wonderful all of this would feel!

"Kim?" A familiar sound in your right ear takes you out of this trance of new sensations. You didn't realize you still had your mother's phone tucked between your shoulder and your right cheek. She was still on the phone with Clair.

About to make some remark, you flinched as Clair's voice filled your ear for the first time. You never met Clair before, nor did you really know what it was Mom did for a job, but you did know that Clair was a newer friend of hers. "H-Hello? Sorry Clair," you began, still grinning as you slowly stood up. "My son just did something very sweet and I'm still beaming. What were you saying?"

Your question was asked as you stood up slowly. Despite the huge weight on your chest you managed not to fall over thanks to caution. Looking around the living room, you felt so... tiny. you were a twink in your original body, and seeing things from Mom's perspective showed where you got it from. The navy dress she wore felt skin tight, stopping just above your new thick thighs. With the carpet tickling your small bare feet, you made my way out of the living room and into the downstairs bathroom, listening to Clair as you fid.

Once inside, you stood before the large mirror and just admired your Mom's body. She was certainly a beautiful woman for her age. Forty six and she didn't look a day over twenty five. You turned and stuck out your ass, gasping at how good it looked. If this weren't your mother's body...

You just stood there, amazed at your own reflection, as Clair was blabbering in your ear. She seemed more interested in talking about herself than having an actual conversation, which you were totally fine with because you weren't interested in having to listen.

Instead, your whole attention was focused on your new body and its reflection in the mirror before you.

Your experience as Sierra was brief, barely two minutes, and almost all of it was focused on dealing with that anxiety. You managed to take in how different her body was, but there was so many different sensations that you didn't have time to analyze any of them; but this was different. The anxiety was replaced by giddiness, which generated excitement. Excitement about your new body, excitement about your spa day, excitement about your new powers; everything was so exciting and you wanted to experience it all, but for now you just focused on one set on sensations, those of your new body.

The different balance of your body was the first thing you noticed. It was partially due to the new set of breasts on your chest which you have already embarassingly gotten familiar with, but it wasn't just that. You were shorter, which not only gave you a new perspective, but meant your limbs were also shorter. Your body was curvy, which meant you carried yourself much differently. And with that set of child bearing hips, you couldn't even walk without having to sway your bum.

It was all so surreal, and coupled with the reflection in the mirror, it was even stranger. You were used to the sight of your mom in front of you, you knew her for 20 years after all; but what was so incredibly overwhelming about it was that it was no longer a different person you were looking at, it was your own reflection. The face you knew and loved for so long was copying your every move; Every expression, every smile, every move of your hands was copied directly by your mother before you. And after long moments of just gawking at yourself, you couldn't help but smile.

"Anyway, I have to go get ready, and I'm sure you do too." Clair ended her speech, pulling you out of your trance. "See you in twenty minutes."