The laundry

Never one to look for extra work when you can avoid it you simply choose the closet thing to her. You point the device at your mother and then at the basket she is carrying. With a key stroke and a flash of ligh woman and laundry merge into one.

At first it seems like she has simply vanished but when you look closer you see her bare feet sat on top of the pile. They seem oddly flattened, hollowed out, with an opening above the ankle. The feet have become a pair of socks while still retaining their human appearance.

On impluse you squeeze a hand inside one and laugh at the way it looks like a foot has grown on the end of your arm. You wiggle her dainty toes before pulling the foot-sock off and rumaging though the rest of the pile to see what else she has become.

You find a pair of leggings made in the image of her actual legs.

A face mask that's the top half of her face, eyes closed as in a deep sleep.

A strapless bra in the shape of her full soft breasts and a pair of boxer shorts that duplicate the are between the top of her thighs and just below her belly button.

"Woah, mom waxes!" You say holding up the shorts and getting a close up view of your mother's hairless pussy "Today's just full of suprises."