More fun
Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 4 by Alter32 Alter32

What do you swap?

Skin

“Hmmm... we should trade... skin”, she requests

“Skin?” You questioned

“Yeah, skin. I’m getting older, you know. After 2 kids and another on the way, my skin isn’t in the best condition anymore. What I wouldn’t give for it to be how it was 10 years ago.”

You never thought of your mom as wrinkly, in fact you always thought she had almost perfect skin, which is why you are so surprised. You understand, though, as she’s always so cynical about her appearance. You figured it this could help her feel better you might as well help.

“Okay, lets get started” you say, as you lay on the guillotine. You slowly lower the blade so it makes a slit on your back. You then reach back and with surprising ease you peel your skin off like a onesie. The magic, you suppose. Your mother gasps as she looks at you. You looked like a muscle diagram from an anatomy book, and although not gory it was shocking nonetheless. You held your skin like a onesie and hung it on a nearby chair. “Your turn” you say to your mother as she comes to the guillotine.

She lays down face down on the platform and removes her clothes, attempting to stay as decent as possible. You slice her back and repeat what you had done to yourself, laying her skin next to yours. She gets up and grabs your skin off the chair

“I suppose we should put these on” she says in a lighthearted manner. You head over to opposite corners of the room and race away from each other. You hold her skin out in front of you, orienting it properly to put it on. You first place your foot in, sliding the skin up until it was snug. You then repeat with your other leg, shimmying to get it up like a tight pair of pants. You then slide it up your abdomen and place your arms in. It is actually surprisingly tight, you figure since you were significantly bigger than your mom and the skin is elastic. Finally, you pull it over your head. You can’t see for a few seconds as you adjust it around your face, and then you felt a tingle as the skin binds.

You look up and around. You rub your hands up and down your body. It’s so soft and hairless. like rubbing silk. You look down and brown hair falls in your face. Apparently in switching your skin you got everything attached to it too. This meant you also had her well manicured fingernails and tonsils, with their French tips. Still looking down, you notice that your pubic hair is all but gone too. All that’s left is a well trimmed triangle patch above your penis. Most jarring, however, is your chest. Despite your lack of boobs you now have sizable puffy areolas on your pecs.

“Are you ready?” You hear you’re moms voice from behind you. You slip on your boxers quickly before responding

“Yeah”

“Okay. 3... 2... 1...” you both spin around and gasp. “Apparently I didn’t think about the whole ‘body hair’ thing.” She jests as she looks you over. You are shocked by how she looks. She’s the same proportions except now she has a thin layer of hair across her body and a boyish haircut. You thought it was so weird seeing your skin on her pregnant belly, tucked in to her bra, and her maternity panties. “Grab the mirror behind you” You spin around and get the full size mirror when you hear a giggle.

“What?” You ask

“It’s just...” she points at your back. You twist your neck around attempting to see what she’s laughing at and catch a glimpse of her tramp stamp. An unfortunate remnants of her teenage years. You giggle at the realization and you bring the mirror around.

You look at it in amazement. You looked like your mom. And yourself. And your mom at the same time. You were bigger and more masculine than she was, but anyone’s first thought when looking at you would be that you’re a woman.

“Okay...” she says, “what do we do now?”

What happens next?

Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)