Me and Mom’s Oblivious Swap

As Mom clicked the confirm button, nothing changed, at least from what we could tell.

I looked at her and said, "What did you swap the roles of?"

"I put ourselves in, but it looks like it didn't work. Maybe it can only change inanimate objects?" Mom said.

"Yeah, maybe. Oh well, it did just randomly appear on the computer, maybe it was a one and done."

And with that, the two of us went about our day completely normal, although as we got closer to night, I couldn’t help but feel like something was off, but figured I’d just sleep it off.

*****

I woke up the next morning and sat up in bed stretching as I looked around. My large queen size bed that only I slept in since my husband, and the father of my son left was neat and orderly with the other half of the silk red blanket still tucked in.

As I climbed out of bed, I scratched my back through my pink nightgown and walked over to the bathroom conjoined with my bedroom.

As I looked in the mirror, I saw my short hair, flat chest, and thinner body in the nightgown which was several sizes too big, but I loved it, and the rest of my clothes, to be like that. It certainly hid whenever I had a boner from my son. Being a woman in this world is tough when you have problems like that.

Although, maybe with that new computer program he showed me, I could make it so that didn’t happen as much. Then again, it didn’t work yesterday when I tried to swap our roles in the world, so what do I know.

I then slipped off my nightgown as I turned on the shower for my morning routine.

After climbing out, I brushed my hair and put on some bright red lipstick, admiring my look in the mirror before I walked over to my closet and looked inside for the perfect outfit for today.

I settled on a red tank top which very loosely clung to my body, which I tucked into a pair of black leggings after putting on a matching blue bra and panty set. I even liked my panties to be bigger so I wouldn’t get wedgies as much or have the front rub my cock or balls weirdly.

I then walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen where my son sat at the table eating breakfast.

His big breasts strained his black t-shirt, allowing his chubby belly to rest on his plump thighs which had torn some holes in his blue jeans. He just loved tighter clothes, it complimented his bigger parts.

“Good morning honey.” I said as I made myself a bowl of cereal before sitting across from him at the table.

He looked up and said in his higher pitched voice, “Good morning Mom.”

After a minute of eating, I looked at him and asked, “Does something feel, I don’t know, off to you?”

He swallowed his food before saying, “Uh, no, why do you ask Mom?”

“I don’t know. I just can’t shake this feeling.”

I then heard my phone alarm go off and quickly remembered what I was supposed to do today.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t be late! I gotta go honey, have a good day, Momma loves you, and I’ll see you when I get home!”