His palms covered them with room to spare and they were surprisingly firm and pleasantly jiggly. They were small, delicate curves, sagging only slightly. His breasts hung free and he stared at them for a second. Trent slipped out of his silky dress and then fumbled with his bra, stretching and shimmying until he finally managed to unclasp it and shrug it off. Yes, it was his mom, but it felt like himself. The more he stared at his new self in the mirror the more his mind wandered to all the other changes. His nose was graceful, his lips plump, his cheekbones sharp. She had-or, Trent guessed he had now-striking brown eyes set wide beneath delicate arched eyebrows. His mom’s reflection gazed back at him, her eyes bright with wonder. He closed and locked the door, turning to go to the bed but freezing at the sight of himself in the full-length mirror on his closet door. He hurried down the hall to his room, his wide butt swaying behind him. Maybe if he could forget they were his mom’s he could enjoy them. Maybe it was the game, or maybe it was just his mind adjusting, but having breasts didn’t seem too terrible just then. Looking down at himself, he was again greeted with his mom’s slight cleavage. He was alone in his house in his mom’s body. He thought his mom felt the same so he was surprised when she spoke up:Īs Emily passed Trent she gave him a guilty grin and whispered to him, “I want to try out your muscles.” He needed to get Sarah out of here and get back to the game. At least there was some part of him that was unchanged.

Looking at Sarah still made Trent feel slightly warm as he admired her freckled nose and the delicate shape of her face. “Hey, Emily, sorry to be a pest, but I’ve got the lawnmower all ready for Trent.” Sarah beamed at him. He opened the door and put on a smile for Sarah. He could feel his slender breasts bounce, the natural sway of his hips, the tickle of hair down his neck. Trent gulped and walked to the door, supremely conscious of the way his new body moved and jiggled as his weight shifted from foot to foot. Trent glanced back at his mom, and she raised a thick eyebrow. Turning, Trent saw through the window that it was Sarah at the door. “How much did the spell change?” Trent asked, sniffing and wiping his-too smooth!-cheeks.Ī knock on the door made them both jump.

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