A few nights later....

I tried to push the feeling away and wait a little longer before I became my mom again. She had to live her life, after all. After a few days had passed I managed to make it to the weekend where I was able to zone out online for hours at a time. But as the weekend ended, I tossed and turned, sleepless in bed for several hours because of my lumpy boxy body. I had grown so accustomed to being in my mom’s body everything seemed foreign. What would be a comfortable position in my mom’s body, wouldn’t be in my own body. the way a spread my weight and positioned my breasts being mom made me feel lobsided without her body filling in the right places. I was a tired mess.

After what I could have only imagined was 4 hours of tossing and turning, I grabbed the gun and proceeded down the hall to my mom's bedroom. I quietly creaked the door open and quietly snuck through the vestibule until I was able to view her sleeping in bed. I saw her figure under the sheets creating a wonderful mountain range of hills and valleys as the blanket hugged against her physique. As a sliver of moonlight shot through the curtains and across the room, I steadied the gun and aimed it, zapping her. I slipped into her and once again embedded in her lovely form, I was asleep in minutes.