A revelation

Trish giggles amused. She's massaging her lips with her little finger, her expression being the same you had ten minutes ago after the "prank" on Danny. Wait a minute...

She lowers herself to your level and pulls your chin up, admiring your shocked face.

-God, you are so damn hot Kim. Or should I say Tom?-.

-You... you are...-.

-Gotcha!- She shouts as if she were a little girl: -Let's change and talk in the living room. We've got so much to discuss.- she goes out from the tub, and at this moment you realize she's not wet anymore. Your suspicions are practically certainties, but you comply. While she gets dressed, you do the same, concentrating on drying your clothes as well. It works! You shouldn't be surprised, but this means you can somehow control your clothes in addition to your body. Maybe this will save you some money. You both leave the bathroom and you see at the end of the corridor nobody else but Daniel, rigid and steady, with one hand on his penis and looking at you dumbfounded. For a second he scares you, but luckily you're headed the other way.

"Freak.".

-Would you like a drink?- Trish asks moving towards the kitchen, from where she returns with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

-Uh...- She takes it for a yes and pours. You are not very used to that sour taste, on the contrary Trish drinks with elegance and naturalness, sitting on the sofa armrest. You cautiously sit on the other couch.

-Come on!- She titters: -Don't be so tense: after all, we're the same person under these skins.-.

"How? Did Tina or mom... ah! I get it!" You remember the discussion you had with Tina about your reproduction, so indeed you split some goo down the drain!

-You're from the bath, right?-.

-Yep. I must admit, it wasn't much fun being banged in the pipes, I thought I was going to melt or something like that; luckily I managed to climb to this mansion. Got lucky, don't you think?- She drinks another glass with an air of victory.

-Was she showering?- You question, your mind working on this unexpected discovery.

-No, not her: Daniel.-.

You frown.

-You see, I entered his body first, but turns out we can't possess other guys, so I had to leave. Busty Trish here was the other option left...- She gropes her boobs: -But I can't complain.-.

-But does that mean he agrees with you?-.

She smirks: -I'll show you something. Daniel! May you come here, please?- after a few seconds, always-blanking Danny appears. Not giving you time to talk, she says: -Sweetheart, could you jump on a foot?-.

You watch in amazement as the boy takes his ankle and does what his mother told him; she then adds: -Take a spin.- and he does.

-You can stop. Thanks, go back to your room.- She concludes satisfied; facing you: -As I said, I couldn't possess him, but I can control him with a tiny piece of goo. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I can get him back to normal.-.

-Woah, that's cool. And I totally fell for your story, but...- You scan her from bottom to top: -you seem to have been born in that body, how do you do it?-.

-That's the best part dude.- It's strange to hear a middle-aged woman calling you "dude", but it's nothing compared to what comes next: -Rest your eyes and try to think about what Kim was doing yesterday before I, we, took her.-.

-She was texting on her phone.- You spit blatantly.

-I mean before we saw her. Focus on her afternoon. Focus on her last actions.-.

You're perplexed, but you decide to trust her. What was she doing? How are you supposed to know it? She was probably just texting to her best...

friend?!?

-Oh!- You widen your eyes, instantly recalling her yesterday moment by moment, as you've lived it: her morning lessons, then her lunch, then her afternoon spent studying, her relaxing on the bed, and even her sudden blackout! And if you go two days ago, it's the same! You can even nominate the people she interacted with, as much as the topics of the lessons. Shit, do you know Home Economics now?

-No way! This is absurd!- You exclaim massaging your forehead, yet it's the exact opposite of what you said, it's like it all makes perfect sense, as you've always been Kim. You still remember having been Tom but not unlike having been a child: it was you, but it isn't you. Sort of.

-I'm, I'm Kim?- Oh god, what have you done? With your... eugh, brother! And your sister, and your mother?! And now this crazy woman? Gosh, it's disgusting! You need to get out!

-Keep calm, don't let Kim overwhelm you. Don't let her flow through you, take a step aside and watch her flowing.-.

You grimace, but you concentrate once again. When you re-open your eyes, you feel you have calmed down.

-Here.- Trish states, relaxing her back on the couch: -You are now a spoiled bitchy girl with an addiction to social media as much as I am a buxom gold-digger lawyer settled for life. Wanna know how many laws I've broken bringing you here by deception? Mh, interested in a legal cause against Facebook?-.

You fill your glass and drink all of it. This is heavy. And now you like wine too.

-Just wait for Tina and Mom to know...-.

-Mom?- She lightens up: -You possessed Mom?-.

The Kim's part of you writhes your stomach, but Tom's one grins whetted. You tell her everything, she listens enthralled.

-You motherfuckers!-.

-You can say it. So, what's now? Will you exit her and come back with me?-.

She bites her cheek and says: -No dude, I think I'll just stay here. I can have everything I need with this body, in all senses.-.

Your heart skips a beat: your family is one thing, but you're now involving an innocent person, a mother nevertheless, and you're basically killing her.

"Although, shouldn't be worse doing it to my family?" You reason to yourself: "Shouldn't I feel more guilty?". Besides, she can't be dead since she's right in front of you. And nobody could tell the difference. This is not killing her, this is... upgrading her to a better version.

-And now, one last trick.- She stands up and her frame trembles. Her hair grows, her body loses age, her tits deflate a little and, finally, her clothes shift into a thong and a brasserie. Most importantly, the girl she's now is, well, she's you.

-What do you say?- She chirps with your voice: -I can really have everything, can't I?-.

You jump on your feet and circle around, examining her inch by inch. You know everything about your appearance, and you can confirm she's your exact copy.

-Holy fuck. I have to lose a few pounds!-.

-When we become them, they also become us.- She pleasantly smiles: -Do you understand what it means?-.

You nod, but you still can't believe it. Bigger boobs your ass! This is another level!

-Your turn. Be me. Be Trish.-.

You stop and gulp. She's right, you have to try. You focus on her form, her naked form, until you feel yourself becoming goo and solidifying again, but differently from before. Judging on her smile, it worked. If only you could see!

For a moment, your perspective wildly changes, and you effectively find yourself looking at an exposed Trish. Then you're back.

-That was new!- 'Kim' exclaims. Another power unlocked: body (or just senses?) swap with other you. Actually, it makes sense: you already presumed that you had some kind of telepathic connection, and this is the confirmation.

-Plus,- She resumes: -you can access her memory and personality even if you just morphed into her, but I don't suggest doing so. I had a terrible headache.-.

-I'd bet.- You answer, and your voice is totally new to your lips. Your mature, sticked lips.

Do you have any limits? Could anyone stop you?

-You know- 'Kim' says, admiring her shape: -Trish feels pretty aroused being young again. What about you, Miss Martinez?-.

-Well.- You put your hand on your hip: -As Kim I'm a bit upset about suddenly losing so many years. But it's gratifying to be the owner of this magnificent place. I'd make Mom jealous.-.

-What if we ask her?- She proposes, clinging around you and cupping your new, improved mammals. Seeing your own face like this and feeling your own fingers pleasuring you send you high. But, as the matron of the house, you can't lose your image.

-That would be certainly interesting.- You admit, holding her gaze. On the other side, the idea of making love with you may be even more arousing. Finally, a voice in the back of your head remembers you that it's almost time for lunch, and if the rest of your family plays the part, you should go home and greet them.