Explore you're new "body"?

I looked out at the world through her eyes, noticing that through her baby blue eyes, colors seemed more vibrant. I ran her tongue across her teeth and took a large breath through her nose, and realized how much keener my mom’s sense of smell was. As I exhaled deeply, I felt the weight of MY breasts relax and settle into their natural place. I stood, my body now both miraculously, shorter and slimmer than before, and made my way to the mirror hanging next to the hall closet. I stepped in front of it and found myself staring into my mom's reflection. Her little mouth was open in surprise, just like mine. Her wavy, dark chocolate hair gently pulled back by a loose pony. I always thought my mom looked nicer with her hair down, so I pulled out the elastic and watched my mom’s wavy hair tumble down my shoulders.

I looked down at myself, at my mom's breasts straining against the bra straps, the curves disappearing beneath the fabric. The little henley t shirt top revealing much more of the smooth skin of my chest from this angle. I gazed down past my shorts, sticking out one leg at a time to marvel at each thigh and each toned calf. I moved curiously closer to the mirror, stroking my mom's face experimentally, watching as a little smile appeared on her reflected face. I could feel everything as I let my fingers glide down the bridge of my nose and across my cheeks, exploring the smooth skin I now possessed. I tucked a strand of hair back behind a petite ear, a move that felt strangely sensual with that little half smile on my new face.

“This is so cool,” I said as I experimented with making mom's body move, curling and uncurling my fingers. And, God, I had her voice. I laughed then, enjoying the tingly sound of her, before twirling around. In the mirror, mom's blue eyes sparkled with merriment.

This body felt so good. So right. I danced around the house, getting used to how I moved, how light I was on my feet, adjusting to the feel of my body in space, each sway of my hips, each bounce of the breasts on my chest. Closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath I tried to see if the air smelled different. I opened my eyes and brushed the soft dark hair off my face, unable to stop smiling.