The Annoyed Tired Mom!

As attractive as having H cups would be, The thought experiment of imagining what would happen to the gave you the heebie-jeebies. You decided against fusing with the soon-to-be mother and instead focused your attention on the exhausted one. Although not have as big of breasts as the former one, it was still an impressive sight nonetheless.

"How the hell do women even deal with knockers that big? Guess I'll find out soon enough." You said to yourself, unheard by anyone because of your specter-like form. You pondered how your newly manifested powers would merge you and the mother. Would it be a complete merge of you and her? Or would it be body only? You shudder at the latter thought, how the hell would her kid react if her mother suddenly became an amalgamation of her and a random high school student? You shoulder your concerns to focus on the current matter, if your latter assumption is correct then it's probably not a smart idea to fuse with the mother in front of her kid.

"Can't do it with the little crotch goblin around, I'll have to wait until she goes into the dressing room or leaves him with someone else. Unless..." A light bulb appeared above your head, you could influence the mother to leave her kid at the mall's temporary daycare district so the little tyke would be away from her.

Reaching deep within yourself you began to project your consciousness's will over to the mother, who was looking through a rack of pants. Within a second you could see her face twitch a little in pain and then go blank. Great, now she's under your influence. Using your incorporeal tether to her you suggest she ditch the kid in the daycare and return to the clothing store once he's checked in. As soon as you thought of it the mother sighed a deep breath and took her kid by the hand.

"Want to go to the daycare? Let's go to the daycare." She said absentmindedly, the kid asking her a barrage of questions like: "Are there slides there?" and "When are we going home?" You heard his voice fade into the distance and then silence. The first part of the plan was executed successfully and now for the second part. You swam through the air and into an unoccupied dressing booth. Floating above the bench in anticipation of the mother's arrival.

You felt a twinge of guilt in your chest, you couldn't just leave the kid there in the daycare all day. You'll just have your fun and leave before your distressingly small moral compass caught up with you(You couldn't pinpoint exactly whether that was the ring's influence over you or your normal self). Your string of thoughts was interrupted by the click of the doorknob and the mind-controlled woman stepping through the doorway. Your ghostly hands became clammy in anticipation and nervousness.

The spell over her broke and her willpower took back over; you made her think that she would leave her kid at the daycare and come back to try and some clothes in the dressing room without leaving him unintended as you weren't sure how long you were going to use her for.

She had an arm full of a variety of clothes, sitting them down directly on your thighs (if they were corporeal). The mother rubbed her eyes and breathed deeply again, "Finally, some alone time. I know he can't help it but it's exhausting with him always around. I won't be too long, just try on some clothes and I'll leave." She said to herself as she searched through the pile of clothes, her hands phasing through your invisible pelvis and legs. She was blissfully unaware of you doing a floating somersault over her and landing behind her, your feet level with the floor. Gathering your strength you begin to exude yourself back into the physical plane; you gasped uncontrollably as your newly formed lungs drew in the air for the first time in 30 minutes and your legs buckle slightly because of gravity reasserting itself on you again. You fell forward onto her bent-over posture, she yelped in surprise as the both of you followed your falling course onto to bench.

"How the hell- Who- Ah!" She would gasp in terror as she tried to peel herself from under your weight; even though she was a woman she weighed a little more than you, causing you to be tossed backward. You gripped onto her shoulders instinctively and you both fell backward with a thud.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!" You tried to regain your composure to merge with her, you weren't expecting the sudden surge of being a physical creature and it threw off your concentration. You panicked and wrapped your hands around her mouth, it was a matter of time before an employee came to see what the commotion was so you had to act fast. You could feel her hands trying to pry your fingers away from her lips in desperation and muffled cries.

"Merge me god damn it! Do it now!" You focused harder on the concept of your bodies falling into each other, your legs wrapped around her waist tightening in strain. Luckily, your body seemed to recalibrate and began the progress.

Your skin began to tingle as if bugs were swarming under your skin, heat building in your chest cavity, and a throb of a headache taking over your focus. You felt a sensation of falling forward, backward, and sideways all at the same time, your breath leaving your body as you tried to move your arms. Your vision began to double and fade and the strength in your limbs faded just as quickly. A sudden panic ceased your thoughts and you tried to move any part of your body to try to run with no avail. It was as if all your senses are being ripped from you; mentally, you grasped onto your fear and screamed inside your head.

You woke with a start; your eyes darting around. You were still in the dressing room, lying face up toward the bright fluorescent light that basked the room in a white-gold glow. You winced and blocked your eyes with your hand. You did a double take at the appearance of it, your fingernails were longer than you ever had them in your life, manicured into rounded tips with small chips in the enamel, a faint white fingernail polish bearly visible to your eyes. Your gaze traveled to the palm of your hands, they were callused after years of working and labor albeit without any signs of aging to complement the experience. Your skin color was a shade or two lighter than you were normally used to.

Groaning in pain you sat up slightly, your back aching slightly. You never had any problems with your back before, in curiosity you felt the back and were shocked to find a bra strap loosely strapped to your back; you looked down at your confusion and gasped in surprise. A pair of breasts dangled off your chest, a considerable gap between them and the bra that was supposed to hold them, with a rough estimation you thought they were around a C cup, enough for a handful but not enough to be a burden.

You stood up with some difficulty and looked in the cracked mirror of the dressing room, your face contorted in utter bewilderment and terror. You were a woman in your late 20s with disheveled dark brown hair that lay in a half-made bun. You brought your hands to your face, barely recognizing yourself. You had hazel eyes with thickish eyebrows, and faintly visible eyebags made your gaze look tired and exhausted despite the amount of energy you felt. Your cheeks were more similar to what you were used to, hard and held less fat while your chin and jawline were rounded but still held a decent jaw shape. Your lips are plump and a natural dull pink.

"I'm a girl, I thought I was-" you clenched your head in pain, every time you tried to recall events before you woke up were fuzzy and nearly incomprehensible. You shook your head in frustration and continued to look at yourself.

Your top was loose around the chest area, making your cardigan rustle with the HVAC breeze. You turned slightly to inspect your side profile, you had slight muscle definition on your arms. Despite this, you had a little tummy that bulged ever-so-slightly at the rim of your high-waisted mom jeans that still fit your bottom well but length-wise was too short by an inch. You could feel the pressure of a pair of underwear that was wedged between your glutes, you tugged at the top of the panties to try to pull them out of their prison with no avail.

A sudden thought clicked into place. Your penis. You quickly unbuttoned your jeans and dropped them. Instead of being greeted by your phallus, you were instead surprised by a mound shape in your panties. You slide your underwear down with some effort to reveal a puffy vagina, unshaven (which didn't surprise you since you never shaved your pubic hair in the first place). You hesitantly rubbed yourself as if you were interacting with a small animal. It was real alright and sensitive too. You clenched your modestly sized thighs in surprise A slight blush tickled your cheeks as you pulled your hands away.

"Holy shit." You said in surprise, your voice coming from your chest but still feminine nonetheless. Your pronunciation was different as well, resembling a valspeak dialect. Pulling up your trousers and underwear in embarrassment you reached for the one thing you remembered you have, a purse that lay scattered on the bench. You dug through the pile to find your driver's license.

"Nicayla Bradley, 5'7", 27, and 176 pounds." You read the description, and the picture looked just like you but with shorter and well-kept hair. Something about this wasn't right, you don't ever remember being a person named Nikayla despite it being on your license. Suddenly a flood of memories rushed into your mind. Memories of a high school senior named Nick and a single mother named Mikayla. You could feel both of the personality traits tugging at your pysche but with Nick being the one more in control.

"I remember now, Nick, I'm Nick." A giddy smirk crossed your hair, and you raised your fists in the air and shouted, "FUCK YEAH, I'M A BABE NOW!" As soon as the words left your mouth a large banging sound reverberated through the walls, causing you to yelp cutely.

The door flung open and you turned to see a crowd of employees and customers alike all with a mixture of concerned and confused expressions. The one that rammed the door looked at you in utter confusion, he adjusted his collar instinctively and shook his head, and squinted his eyes.

"What the hell happened in there?"

((Hope you guys like this one, ran it through a grammar checker to make sure it was readable and sounded okay; surprised myself with the length of it, not sure if I will be continuing it or not but I appreciate the likes I got on the other chapters I have published. Thanks so much guys! Until next time.))-Acorns551