Exactly what Callum intended

As the light subsided Margot’s body jerked in place. Reality seemed to shimmer in a thin layer around her for a second, like heat over asphalt. Callum stood frozen near the door, remote still raised and watched the change take hold.

Her clothes transformed first. The crisp white blouse that had been stretched tight across her tits and the black pencil skirt that hugged her hips simply melted away. In their place a short red dress with white polka dots settled over her body. The fabric was thin and stretchy. It clung to every curve, the neckline low enough that the upper slopes of her tits were on full display, the hem stopping high on her thighs. The dress looked cheap compared to what she usually wore, like something bought off a clearance rack, but it fit her like it had been made for the exact shape of her body.

Margot looked down at her clothes in horror. Her hands came up, fingers attempting to hide her dignity. Then her head jerked back. Callum watched with fascination as her hair unravelled itself. The severe low bun came apart strand by strand. The dark chestnut hair lifted and settled into a fashionable updo that looked like it needed a whole can of hairspray to stay that high and rigid. Little curls framed her face. The whole style was perfect, the kind of thing that belonged on a woman who spent an hour every morning in front of a mirror.

Her head had been thrown backwards from the last jerk. She stayed like that for a couple of seconds, throat exposed, eyes half-closed. Despite himself, Callum got a bit worried.

“Uhh Mom?”

Upon hearing those words, Margot’s head lifted up with ridiculous speed. The movement was almost uncanny. Callum’s mother had never been one for makeup. She always opted for something professional and tasteful, a light foundation, maybe a bit of mascara if she was feeling generous. As his transformed mother lifted her head, her face was full of a thick layer of makeup that seemed to suit her features completely and still look completely wrong on her. Heavy foundation smoothed every line. Bright red lipstick made her mouth look wider. Dark eyeliner and long lashes framed her hazel eyes. Blush sat high on her cheekbones. The whole effect was pure extravagance, the kind of face that smiled at you from behind a counter and never stopped smiling.

But it wasn’t the makeup that amused Callum the most. It was her smile. Margot’s face sported the best customer-service smile he had ever seen. Her eyes were full of boundless joy as she addressed him.

“Yes honey? What can mommy do for you?”

“Mommy huh?” Callum said as he looked down at the remote. He had pressed the unaware button. That meant Margot’s personality had been completely changed, her own replaced with exactly what he had asked for, a Stepford MILF. The woman standing in front of him still had his mother’s body, still had the same heavy tits and thick ass and long legs, but the mind behind those eyes was gone. Something better had taken its place.

“Baby! Why are you standing? Please don’t tire yourself out.”

She said it like the idea of him standing was a personal crisis. She got up from her desk and walked out from behind it. Callum noticed the sexy white heels that had replaced her usual practical pumps. White pantyhose covered her legs from the toes all the way up under the short hem of the polka-dot dress. The nylon was sheer enough that he could see the faint outline of her skin underneath. She moved differently now. The old Margot had walked like she owned every room she entered. This version swayed a little with each step, hips rolling under the tight dress, tits bouncing gently with the motion.

She gently grabbed his hand. Her fingers were warm and soft. She guided him around the desk to her own chair and made him sit down like he was a child who had been spoiled his whole life. Once he was seated she looked around for a while, the bright smile never leaving her face, until she spotted the kettle of coffee on the corner table. She wasted no time. She walked over, picked up the kettle and poured a cup of joe with careful, almost ceremonial movements. Then she brought it over and offered it to her son with pure love in her eyes.