18 again

Tom felt raw panic well up. What was happening? How had his wish changed himself!? His mind raced and his thoughts ran wild.

He realized he was starting to hyperventilate and knew he had to **** himself to calm down. He sat down on the bed and tried to slow his breathing. He focused on counting his breathes to clear his mind. After a few minutes he was collected enough to try to take stock of his situation.

First, he noticed that everything felt different about himself. He hadn't realized all the aches & pains he had accumulated even as just a 40 year old. But now his body felt good! He was full of energy - almost too much, as he found he was already restless, his body wanting to move.

He got up to walk around the room. At first the it seemed like a stranger's, with posters of bands and young models or celebrities he barely recognized. But the more he looked, the more familiar everything became. As he examined everything he began to sense something at the back of his mind. He began to notice that if he made some mental effort he could name each poster. And if he focused on those thoughts long enough he even started to gain vague memories!

"I saw that band in concert just a few weeks ago," he said to himself suddenly. He looked around the room trying to trigger more memories. His gaze settled on a picture of himself in a tuxedo beside an attractive blonde girl.

"Donna," he muttered. "My junior prom."

Memories of the event were still vague but Tom was surprised by the emotions associated with them. He felt that his new self had a good enough time, but that he had little attraction to his date, Donna. Some physical of course, and that they even sex; but that she was not the girl he had really wanted to be with.

Another thought occurred to him. Tom went over to his dresser and pulled out the bottom drawer. Underneath some old tshirts he dug out a bra, two pairs of panties, and some black tights. They all looked well-used. Without thinking, he picked up the tights and held them to his face, taking a long breathe through his nose to take in the scent. His behavior felt routine, as if he had done this far too many times to count.

There was a familiarity to the smell. Brief images flashed through his brain of him watching a woman while she was showering and changing her clothes. Feelings of lust, desire, love ... and shame and self disgust went through him, and he dropped the items to the floor.

"What in the hell?" he said aloud. Then he remembered his previous wish when he said something about him having always lusted after his mother Sarah, and the weird snatches of memory he had got about spying on her from a young age.