Susannah is at the door.

Helen did a little jig as she spotted her mum waiting outside the front door. Whilst Susannah was almost fifty, she looked after her body through exercising regularly. Helen had always been jealous of her mum's curves and confidence in her appearance. Being petite and having small breasts wasn't so bad, but she wanted a change. Helen had enjoyed her brief time possessing her mother, and the idea of having her figure in the longer term was an opportunity Helen wasn't going to miss.

Helen rushed downstairs, the words of the modified 'guillotine' spell repeating in her head. As she reached the door, Helen paused to calm herself. She didn't want to concern her mum that she was up to something, especially if that led to her discovering the book. Helen opened the door and greeted her mother with a wide smile.

"Hello mum, I didn't expect to see you today," Helen said as she let her mum in.

"Sorry for dropping round uninvited," Susannah apologised. "Something's happened at the pub and I have to vent about it. I would have called or texted you, but I felt it'd be easier to explain in person."

Normally Helen would have rolled her eyes at hearing that her mother was experiencing yet more drama at the pub. However this gave her the perfect opportunity to cast the spell whilst her mum was distracted by the gossip. Helen took Susannah into the living room and they both sat on adjacent sofas. She offered her mother a drink, but she declined saying she wouldn't be staying long. Helen doubted that would be the case based on her mother's previous tirades. Immediately Susannah began unloading her story accompanied with wild arm gestures to punctuate things. Helen just smiled and nodded as she began the spell.

In a flash the spell was cast and Helen found herself sitting on the opposite sofa. She looked down and had to contain a squeal of delight as she saw her mum's body. Susannah continued to waffle on, not breaking her stride. She didn't seem to notice that she now had her daughter's slender frame beneath her head.

Half-listening to her mum, Helen began to check out her new body. Peeping down, Helen was immediately greeted by her new breasts which formed impressive cleavage in the red leopard print blouse she now wore. Moving her attention lower, Helen marveled at her thicker hips in a black pencil skirt and toned legs encased in a pair of black tights. 'Mum must have been in a business meeting,' Helen thought as she wiggled her new toes. She would have known this had she paid attention to anything her mother was saying!

"Helen, are you listening to a word I'm saying," Susannah asked, noticing her daughter was very distracted.

"Huh?" Helen answered. She had been examining her new but older hands. "Oh, of course. You were talking about how Paul was causing you problems again." Helen guessed.

"So you have been listening," Susannah said with a raised eyebrow. "Anyway, I should probably get going. I need to go cycling to calm down. My legs need a good workout too. Yours are looking fantastic by the way."

Helen sniggered at her mother's compliment, enjoying the irony. She followed her mum out to the hallway and waved her out the front door. As soon as Susannah was gone, Helen dashed up the stairs to the bedroom to further take in her new body. She didn't have the time when she had possessed Susannah the other day and she was excited to fully appreciate her new figure.

Helen sashayed in front of the full length mirror and gasped at her new appearance. She had always been self-conscious about how skinny she was and felt less of a woman because of her figure. Helen was relentlessly bullied at school for her scrawny body and wished desperately to have one like her mother's as she got older. This never came to be and she had come to terms that she would always be petite. But with the spellbook's power she had the hourglass figure she had dreamt of. The sight of her head atop her mother's body was literally a dream come true.

For the next few minutes, Helen posed and strutted past the mirror, admiring her fuller buttocks and ample bosom. She giggled at the way they jiggled with every step and seemed to have a mind of their own. After a while Helen began to think about the wording of the spell she had cast to obtain her new body. It had mentioned that reality would adapt to fit any changes. Helen had guessed this is why her mum had not realised anything had happened. But what else might have changed?

Helen looked over to her wardrobe and approached it tentatively. If reality had reshaped itself, wouldn't her clothing have changed to suit her new figure?