Your new outfit

While your mom is shuffling through heaps of her old clothes, you study your face in the old mirror. Despite really being twenty-three already, the face smiling back from the glass barely looks older than 18. Could the witch have also played around with your age a bit? Would this be your body if you were born a girl? Or did the witch swap your body with that of somebody else?

Your mothers shout rips you out of your thoughts. “John, get over here, I think I found just the right thing for you!” She throws a small pile of clothes in your direction.

"That stuff should about fit you, but with that ass of yours the shorts might come a little short." You pull the shorts up and the flannel button-up shirt closed. "Oh, yes. It’s hard to find something that fits you because of your small boobies." Your eyes wander to the mirror again. Your boobs might not be like her big knockers, but you thought they had a nice size. The perfect, firm handful. Back when you were a guy you would have loved them. The insecurity must have shown in your eyes. "Oh, honey, no need to worry about that, I am just teasing you. They are beautiful."

When you are fully dressed, she runs an appraising look over your new clothes. "Well, that doesn't look half bad."

Skeptically you watch yourself in the mirror. You do look hot in these kinds of clothes. Although it wouldn't hurt if the shorts were a bit longer. "Wow, mom. This really looks nice."

Her joy of your approval is lighting up her face as she steps behind you to brush out your hair. "Yes, it does. It was fun playing dress up with my sweet little daughter! Now close your eyes honey, I need to do your makeup." You follow her order and present your face to her. The soft brush strokes feel nice on your tender skin while your mom expertly applies a thin layer of makeup.

"Okay sweety, I am finished. And don't worry, this is extra strong makeup. It will last a few days before it washes of. That way you won't need me to redo it every morning. Unless you decide to embrace this gift and stay my little girl?", her eyes sparkle so joyful and hopeful that it almost breaks your heart to disappoint her. "No, mom, I really want my old body back." Her shoulder slump down a bit but she catches herself quickly. "Well, you have a lot of time to think about this. I am sure once you have taken this body for a test drive, you will change your mind."

Blood shoots to your cheeks. "Mom! I- I won't- Thats-" She laughs at your reaction before playfully swatting your bum. "You react like the typical virgin! Now, before we go downstairs again, haven't you forgotten something?"