The wardrobe contents have changed considerably.

Opening her wardrobe, Helen was greeted by a wildly different selection of outfits than she had started with this morning. There were figure hugging dresses of varying styles, mini skirts that she wouldn't have been brave enough to wear with her own body and low cut tops and blouses to show off her new cleavage. There were also more modest items of clothing; 'mom' jeans and smart trouser suits. Helen guessed that reality had shifted to combine her style with her mum's.

Helen moved over to her chest of drawers to find out if her underwear had changed too. She was pleasantly surprised to find a mixture of thongs, lacey knickers and even some risqué lingerie.

'I have to try one of these on,' Helen thought as she browsed her new nightwear. It didn't take her long to select an all black, lacey number with suspenders and a 'barely there' thong. Helen took out the lingerie and laid it on the bed. Not wanting to rush the process, she returned to the mirror and took her time undressing. She was going to relish revealing her new body.

First she unbuttoned and slipped out of her blouse, letting it fall to the ground. This not only let her see the tattoos that now covered her arms and back, but also the plain red bra that held up her new ample bosoms.

"Now this just won't do!" Helen laughed as she unhooked her bra and discarded it. Her breasts now hung freely from her chest in all their glory. Helen immediately noticed how much larger and darker her nipples were now. The tits they were attached to were also considerably bigger, and whilst they sagged a little, they were still firm much to Helen's delight.

Turning her attention to undressing her bottom half, Helen shimmied out of her skirt to stand in just her tights and red panties. She looked down at her stomach and held it in both hands. Her head began to spin as she realised she now possessed the womb that had carried her for the first nine months of her existence. Or was that not truly the case anymore? The spell had changed reality to match the swapped heads with their bodies after all.

Helen shook these thoughts from her mind and continued with her task. She rolled down her tights to find her legs smooth and recently shaven. Her fingers squeezed her thighs and calves, feeling the firm muscles underneath. Susannah's exercise regime had gifted her daughter with legs to die for. Helen turned to get a better view of her mother's (now her) secret weapon.

"What the fuck, my arse is amazing!" Helen spanked her round butt cheeks and delighted as they rippled and wobbled. She then clasped each cheek firmly with both hands before twerking, her eyes mesmerised by her buttocks bouncing.

Finally Helen slipped out of her knickers to stand completely naked. She was surprised to find that her new pussy was completely bare. 'She shaves it all off?!' Helen thought in confusion, her right hand tracing the outline of her lower lips.

Almost getting sidetracked again, Helen moved back to the bed and began to put on her chosen lingerie. First she slid on the thong and suspender belt. She then sat down and slowly pulled the stockings onto each leg. Helen adored the feeling of the nylon against her smooth skin. Next she attached the lacey tops of the stockings to her suspenders. Then, to complete the look, Helen eased her breasts into the black brassiere, fastening the clasp with a flurish.

Sauntering to the mirror, Helen felt like a goddess. Upon seeing her reflection she almost burst into tears. Helen couldn't believe how sexy she looked. She couldn't wait for Adam to see her like this. Adam! Helen looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table and realised her boyfriend would be home in the next twenty minutes or so.

Helen gathered herself and nipped over to the dresser table. She still had time to finish her look with a little makeup. Helen quickly applied a primer, then foundation and concealer to her face. She followed this up with some bronzer and highlighter, before working on her eyes and lips. Helen complimented her black lingerie with smoky eyes and contrasted this with a deep red lipstick. She applied a setting spray to finish just as the doorbell making her jump.

Carefully peeping out of the window, Helen spotted...