Time to clean and have a new friend!

Liam looked around at the disaster she’d made. Years of her nagging had turned him into a neat freak too.

“But Mom,” he said, “you made a huge mess. You would never let me get away with this. Would you?”

Veronica just looked at him with a confused look. Liam didn’t even resist trying out the peculiar abilities of the device any longer. At first he was going to try turning her into a maid. But after some searching, he found and selected a picture on the phone that seemed even better and pointed it towards his mother. In an instant, Veronica’s posture shifted, she straightened out completely, and she became motionless, turning into a mop lying on the floor.

Curiosity piqued, Liam grabbed the ‘mop’ by the ‘handle’ and attempted to lift her. Despite Veronica’s lean frame, manoeuvring her proved more awkward than he expected. He struggled with the weight lifting her rigid body off the ground, though eventually he managed to move her around without too much difficulty. Her head only needing to be barely off the ground, made the task less taxing and Liam chuckled at the absurdity of using his mother as a mop. He went to the bathroom and poured some bubble bath liquid in a tub of water which he then promptly carried to where his mother was lying on the floor.

With a devious grin, Liam picked her up and dipped Veronica’s hair into a bucket of soapy water nearby. Taking her out and letting her hair splay across the floor, he swished her back and forth, mimicking the motions of cleaning the kitchen floor. Veronica, still in her transformed state, remained inert, fulfilling her role as a mop without awareness or resistance.

As Liam continued to clean the room with the bizarre capabilities of the device, he now realised the extent of its power. It wasn’t just about transforming Veronica into objects; it altered her perception, making her believe she was something entirely different. The implications fascinated and disturbed him simultaneously.

Did the phone have any limits?

Surely he couldn’t do something impossible to even imagine.

Time to find out, Liam thought to himself as he snapped a selfie, selected it and pointed the thing at her.

Veronica blinked on the floor. The mop-stiffness drained out of her. In her head she was him now.

He gave a nervous little laugh. “Hey, partner.”

She nodded like she already knew the plan, copying his posture, his grin, even the way he talked. “What’s our next move then?”

Same mischievous authority. Same way of talking, just coming out of his mother’s mouth.

He dropped onto the couch and watched her pace. She kept glancing down at the wrecked swimsuit on the floor, banana stains, chip crumbs, filthy from everything he’d already put her through. Frustration and confusion sat plain on her face.

“Oh. Shit. Sorry,” Liam said, and he actually meant it for half a second. “I got so caught up watching what you’d do next I forgot how disgusting I’d feel if I woke up looking like that.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” She plucked at the swimsuit like it personally offended her. “I’m going to Mom’s room. I need something that doesn’t smell like shit.”

She walked out. A few minutes later she came back completely naked, hair wrapped in a towel, holding a white bra and a cute summer dress he’d never seen her wear. Zero shame. She just stood there in the living-room doorway with her tits and the rest of her on full display, looking at him like this was a logistics problem between two guys.

“Uh. Hey. Me.” She bit her lip. “I need to put these on but I can’t figure out the, whatever this is.” She shook the bra. “Help me in a minute? I need food first though. I’m starving.”