Looking down at yourself again, you very gingerly gave one of your boobs a little poke, feeling the finger sink slightly into the spongy flesh. It certainly felt much different from when you'd groped Jenny's breasts back at her house, being softer and more squashy (as well as much, much bigger). You were a teenage boy so naturally having boobs hanging from your chest was going to grab your attention somewhat, having never really had much experience with them before, especially not a fully grown, adult pair. Saying that however, you were also painfully aware that these particular boobs belonged to your mother and the weird, icky feeling that gave you outweighed your curiosity and you quickly removed your finger.
"Oh well, not much I can do now, I guess," you said to yourself with a sigh, there being nobody else currently in the house for you to swap with, being stuck like this at least until your older sister, Christine reappeared (though you couldn't really say having her body would be all that much of an improvement). Looking on the bright side though, you were finally older than Anne again, by a good 30 years, and that meant no more bossing or pushing you around like she'd done yesterday. You were mom now, so technically that meant you were the one in charge. You set the rules and all the others had to obey them, not to mention that as an adult now you could pretty much do whatever you wanted; drink, drive, get into bars, watch r-rated movies, anything!
"Hmm, maybe this body does come with some perks after all," you grinned, remembering what your mom had told Anne about respecting and treating you exactly like you really were her, basically giving you complete control over both your siblings and the house for the next few days. So, rubbing your hands gleefully at the prospect of all the things you'd now be able to do, trying not to think too much about the less enjoyable aspects of being your 45 year old mother, you then exited the basement, following after Anne and the rest of them to go see exactly what they were now doing.
Your sister you found lounging on the sofa in the living room, watching TV, still smirking away at you as you went past, and your mom (now Jenny) as well as the real Jenny could be heard laughing and giggling with one another upstairs in Anne's bedroom, clearly having all sorts of girlish fun chatting about boys and dresses or whatever the hell it was they did. In a way, you were actually glad you were no longer a 12 year old girl (even though you had grown quite comfortable with it earlier), finding that now in this new body, being no longer affected by either your younger sister or Jenny's thought patterns, that the very idea of behaving like one of them was incredibly embarrassing and not something you wanted to repeat at all. "Got to try and stop that happening again," you told yourself, not really liking the idea of suddenly acting like your mom much either, hoping that you might be able to find a way to resist now that you knew it could happen.
"Okay...so what do I do know?" you wondered, standing there in the hallway, somewhat at a loss, everyone else appearing to be fairly well occupied except for you.
Glancing down at your mother's watch you saw that it was just after four, which meant you still had about two hours before dinner (which somehow you got the impression you'd be expected to cook), and seeing as usually your Sunday's were mostly spent lounging around on the sofa watching TV, which your little sister was now taking care of, you really weren't sure what you were supposed to do. "What the hell does mom do with herself all day?" you asked yourself, only ever really seeing her doing chores when she wasn't at work, which was something you really rather wanted to avoid. For a moment you considered going upstairs and actually asking her, but then you remembered again that it was your house now, so you could do anything you liked. You could kick your "son" off the sofa and order him up to his room if you really wanted to, freeing up the TV for yourself. You could even go and take the car out for a spin, it technically now belonging to you (though to be honest, you'd most likely crashing it seeing as you hadn't the slightest idea how to drive). Or you could even go up to what was now your bedroom and find other ways to occupy yourself...
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