Andrew's Mother

As they were talking Andrew’s mother Veronica stepped into the room. She had to work weekends at the local bar, and was casually dressed in a black button up shirt and jeans with sensible shoes. The woman was curvy, much more bottom heavy. With brownish blond nicely done hair and a face of makeup she was rather attractive despite her age. Matthew did feel some arousal for her, something he’d joke about often.

Inputting her as the second subject let him hit the swap button. A flash occurred, and soon Matthew could see the results. Sitting on the couch in PJ’s was the body of Veronica, looking more unkempt with messy hair and a bare face. Conversely, now Andrew’s body stood in the living room wearing the worth clothes, along with make up and hair product. Matthew had to hold back laughter seeing his friends body like this. Still, neither reacted out of the ordinary.

“Andy sweetheart, you didn’t tell me you had company over. Please don’t make a mess, and no funny business while I’m gone. Your younger sister is here, please make sure you guys clean up this place. I might be home late tonight.” The body of Andrew spoke, with the mentality of the mother of the family.

Then his body walked out, leaving Andrew in his mother’s body. The eyes were glued to the TV not understanding a thing that happened.

“Andrew...you don’t feel anything off about your body?” Matthew inquired.

“Dude, weird question, but no. Please don’t make things awkward if you’re gonna hang out.” He said in his mother’s voice.

It seemed Matthew was the only one aware of things. He decided to...