His body is swapped with Vicky’s

“Ethan, wake up!” A voice rang out.

Ethan suddenly felt a hand slap his cheek, waking him up from his temporary coma. His eyes fluttered open, and saw Jason standing above him.

“Dude, you alright? You tried to pull off the ring, and next thing I know you just passed out on my bed.” He said, as he looked at Ethan with concern. He extended a hand out to him to help lift him up.

“I…*cough* I think so.” Ethan realized his voice sounded off, like it was a bit too high. He tried to clearing his throat, but it still sounded sort of…feminine…and somewhat familiar.

It was then he realized that his body felt all wrong. It was like there was some sort of heavy weight upon his chest, and he no longer felt the tightness of the panties around his junk. He reached his hand out to grab Jason’s, only to see a darker skinned feminine hand reach out instead. As Jason pulled him up, Ethan looked down to see the reason for why his chest felt so heavy. Blocking his view of his lower body was a valley of dark skinned cleavage pushing out of his mom’s dress.

Ethan spun around to a nearby dresser that had a mirror and was shocked by the face staring back at him. It was the very one that had greeted him at the door earlier. The one whose rack he had snuck peeks at over the course of the past decade. The one who he had called a MILF to his friends, time and time again, much to Jason’s displeasure.

Vicky’s shocked face stared back at him, her hourglass figure now filling out his mom’s yellow sundress.

“DUDE, I TURNED INTO YOUR MOM!” Ethan said, turning around to look at Jason.