Swap All Our Current Belongings

"...swap belongings! All of your stuff becomes mine and all of my stuff becomes yours (Y/N)!" Mom said.

"I was kind of hoping you'd say that Mom. I've kinda always wanted to wear your clothes since I feel how comfortable they are whenever we hug." I said sheepishly as I rubbed the back of my neck while looking down.

Mom hugged me and said, "Aw, honey, I never knew you felt that way about this sort of stuff! Come on, let's get our stuff swapped right now! And that means even what we're wearing right now!"

She then grabbed my arms and dragged me upstairs before she walked into my room. I tried to follow her, but she shook her finger and said, "Nuh uh, this is my room now, you can wait out here for me to change out of my- I mean your clothes and then you can give me my clothes." She then closed the door and I heard her take her clothes off while humming a tune. After a few minutes I heard her walk back to the door, open it, and she handed me her clothing while hiding her body with the door.

She said, "Now go into your room and change out of my clothes and into yours." Before closing the door once more.

I then walked to her- well, now my bedroom door and opened it, and walked into a room I had never been in before. And my new bedroom looked nice.

A queen size bed laid in an ornate wooden bed-frame in the middle of the room up against the wall to my left, wooden nightstands with lamps on them accenting either end, obviously meant for a couple, but one hadn't been used for 17 years.

Across from the foot of the bed was a dresser in the same ornate style as the bed-frame, with a flat-screen television resting on top. To the right of it was the walk-in closet where all of my new tops and dresses were kept, and to the left of the dresser was my own private bathroom.

I set the clothes Mom gave me onto the bed before undressing myself. I undid my belt and pulled my pants off before folding them and laying them next to the new ones. Then I took off my black long-sleeved shirt and folded that up too.

Then I took off my boxers, fully exposing my naked body to the air of the bedroom previously only occupied by the naked body of a woman. Then I started to get dressed in my new outfit, comprised of a red bodysuit and skinny jeans.

I noted a lack of panties and remembered my brief research on women's clothing and remembered that the bodysuit was sort of like panties and a top all in one.

I then slipped myself into the bodysuit, exposing my hairless chest as it was designed to expose a healthy amount of a woman's cleavage. I then fastened the bodysuit shut, noticing how it was a bit loose around my chest and shoulders due to my lack of boobs, but tighter down around my groin as the fabric wasn't used to stretching around a man's body.

I also noticed how the bodysuit smelled like the sweet scent of women's body wash. Body wash that I could use every single day now to make myself smell good.

Then I slipped on the skinny jeans, and noticed how they were a bit loose around my thin body. This made me look around for a belt to use so I wouldn't have to hike my pants up. I found a brown leather belt laying atop the dresser and put it through the belt loops. When I was done, I looked at myself in the full-body mirror attached to the bathroom door and saw how attractive I looked.

I then remembered my Mom needed her clothes to change into, so I grabbed what I had been wearing and walked across the hall and knocked on her new bedroom door.

She opened it, still hiding her body behind the door and grabbed the clothes saying, "Thank you honey!"

Before I could say "Your welcome" she had closed the door and I heard a giggle behind it.

I went downstairs to sit on the couch and see how I'd have to sit to be comfortable since I was still a dude, and had dude problems.

Surprisingly, I didn't have any problems and I actually felt good sitting down. And my skinny jeans didn't even show a bulge, so right now I could pass as a flat woman with very short hair.

That's when I heard a door open upstairs and turned to look to see Mom wearing her new blue jeans and black long-sleeved shirt.

The jeans looked like they were about to bust at the seams due to all the junk she had in her trunk, and the t-shirt showed every last bit of her boobs and belly.

When she came downstairs, she stood in front of me and posed asking, "So, how do I look?"

As she was posing, due to the naughty idea of changing outfits with my Mom sunk in, and I could feel blood rushing to my groin.

"Oh, uh, y-you look good Mom." I said as I could feel my face getting red.

"Thanks sweetie, you look good too!" Mom said as she stood there looking at me for a minute, as if trying to find something wrong with my appearance.

"Hmm, what could make you look more feminine? Oh, I know! Your makeup! Let me show you how to use it!" Mom said before grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs again. Then when we got to my bedroom door, I instinctively opened it.

Once in, Mom walked straight over to the bathroom door and opened it, and turned on the light.

I followed her and saw that the bathroom was a decent size considering it was connected to a bedroom.

Mom opened the medicine cabinet above the toilet and pulled out a pink makeup bag. She then opened it and said, "Here's your makeup, let me show you how to use it."

***

I set the lipstick down before looking at myself in the mirror and saw that I did a pretty decent job and looked feminine too. I had put a very light pink blush on my cheeks, and put some light eyeshadow on, as well as my dark purple lipstick.

As I looked in the mirror, I almost couldn't tell I was a guy. Mom clapped her hands and said, "Oh, I just knew you'd look beautiful with makeup on!" She then hugged me tight again, this time the hug felt different since her clothes used to be mine.

Once she released me from the hug she said, "Oh, we should go out and show the world how sexy you look! Especially since you'll have to go out as a woman soon anyway! Let's see here, what could we do, what could we do? Oh, that's it! Let's..."