You decide to take a load off for a while; after all, this new body of yours has been through a lot lately. You need to decompress for a little bit, so you do what you had always do....or what your mom Megan had....oh whatever; it's all bleeding together a bit now. You leave your room and head out to the living room and turn on the TV. As you walk out, you find that the swaying of your hips and jiggling of your ample chest have now almost become normal to you. You sit down on the couch and spend some time clicking through a few shows...cooking...a QVC special involving a beautiful dress that is pretty revealing but also classy enough for a woman your age...Oprah. Oprah sounds good; today's episode is about a woman who is just finding her place in life and what that feels like--a fitting episode really. You make a mental note to buy her book and, as the episode finishes, you lie down to doze off for a while.
"Mom!?...Mom?!" you hear as you grudgingly awaken from an all-too-short nap. "Wha..." you begin to respond, as you open your eyes and see Mike coming out of your room, where he must have thought you would be. "Oh there you are," he says as he runs up to you with the seemingly boundless energy a nine-year-old can have. You slowly and stiffly sit up and look at your son. "Yes baby?" you say to him. "Can I have some cookies? I'm hungry," he asks expectantly. "No no honey, not until after mommy makes you your dinner," you say, even referring to yourself in the third person, as now seems the mom-ish thing to do. "But I am hungry for cookies now, mom!" he starts to wine. "Honey," you reply, "you have to have dinner first; you can't fill up on cookies or you'll get fat and unhealthy, and you're still a growing boy," you say, reaching over and patting Mike's belly. "FINE!" Mike screams at you. Getting very angry, your are about to stand and scold him when you see a reddish glow from under his shirt. OH NO! The powers must recharge as the amulet passes to a new person! Before you can do a thing, Mike turns around and angrily throws himself on to your lap, then you tense up and start to convulse and squirm as he begins to sink in. "MIIIKEE" you struggle to scream as you begin to spasm. Suddenly, you feel yourself looking down, with hair in your face. You see your boobs encased in the sweater and your shapely legs in the tight slacks, but you have no control now. You feel your hands reach up and cup your breasts and you head rises and looks forward. You feel a twinge of glee as your face contorts itself into a smile. Your body stands up quickly and a little-off balance and runs excited and jiggling to the bathroom mirror. There you see you...or what should be your body, giddy and smiling with an amulet that has become emblazoned above your cleavage. "Oh my god" you hear yourself say. "It worked; I'm mommy," Mike says as he giggles and jumps up and down. "I can't believe it worked."
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