"Oh...bad luck honey, its Tails, that means we do what I suggested. Believe me, your father is going to love being a teenage girl" your mother said from your body, causing you to frown. Not because what she said was untrue...but because you knew deep down that Stacey wouldn't like being a man, especially her own dad. But you had flipped on it...and you'd lost, so you honored the agreement.
Taking charge, your mother then took careful hold of the bowl and you made your way down into the kitchen, where Stacey was sat eating a bowl of cereal and reading a magazine. Stacey was wearing a pink t-shirt, a pair of jeans and some ballet flats, which she was slipping her feet in and out of under the table as she tended to do. Her long brown hair was fastened into a tidy ponytail to keep it out of her face while she ate.
"Hey mom!" she said, looking up at you. And for a moment you wondered why she had called you that.
"Oh...right!" you chuckled quietly, grabbing your boobs briefly.
A quick slap to your arm from your mother made you pull your hands away just as Stacey looked up again. "Did you just hit mom??" she asked your mother, who was still inhabiting your teenage body.
"No, course she...er...he didn't sweetie" you replied with a chuckle, looking between them. "If there's any hitting to be done around here I'll be the one doing it" you then smirked, striking a 'authorative' pose in your mom's body.
"Don't push it!" your mother mumbled quietly.
You sat down at the table opposite Stacey and picked up the newspaper, while your mom put the bowl of magic water on the table. She then sat down at the head of the table, where she normally sat. After a while, Stacey looked up again and realized she was being 'watched'. "What?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders. "And why is there a bowl of water on the table mom?" she asked you.
All you could do was grin in response, which sort of freaked your sister out.
It was only your mother clearing 'your' throat that stopped you and your sister from staring at each other. And then...the back door opened and in walked your father, dirty from work as usual and wearing his illuminous jacket, khaki shirt, scruffy jeans and steel toe-capped boots. "Hey guys!" he greeted you all, then to your surprise...even shock...he came over to you and planted a kiss on your cheek. "Hi sweetie!" he said to you, as you recoiled a little.
You noticed your mother stifling a giggle in your body, and you frowned at her. "Um...hi!" you then said to your dad, somewhat nervously.
Your mom watsed no time in enacting her plan. "Here 'dad', taste this new flavored water" she said to her husband. "Hmm, I prefer beer, but okay" your dad responded with a deep chuckle, as he took a sip out of the bowl. He then licked his lips and frowned a little. "Not bad, a little bitter though" he said, before putting the bowl back down. As your dad took his jacket and boots off and washed his hands and face in the sink, your mom reached over and pushed the bowl in front of your sister. "Here, have a taste!" she told her.
Stacey just stared at your mom blankly, not knowing that you and her had switched bodies.
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