"Amb...John, I am not Dad," he says, you real back with a gasp, "I'm Mum,"
"What!?" You shriek in Amber's voice, being rather surprised by this.
"Your father usually tests out the devices on himself or me," He/she says.
You flop down into one of the chairs around the kitchen table, finding the seat smaller with your larger hips, as you rubbed your head, "So Dad made a body swap machine, swapped with you, and then something forced me and Amber to swap," You summarized.
"What do you mean?" Your mother asked in her now deeper voice.
"Well, When I went to the shed, something pushed me in, and when Amber came out, she was surprised, and disgusted at being a boy."
Your mother raised a hand to her stubbly chin, and stroked it to think, only to pull away with a slight bit of disgust to the new facial hair.
"What should we do now, Mum?" You asked running a hand over your slender side with mild interest and fascination.
Your mother walked over, and sat down in a chair, "Well, we are in new bodies, we could do something with them, and we have a body swap machine in the shed, we could get other bodies," Your mother suggests.
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