After struggling to pull the 'mom jeans' over my bulbous ass, I managed to zip up and pull together the pair, cinching my pudge in the process. Getting the shirt on was much easier, but the fit of her clothing was so strange and foreign. It was tight against my skin, but my flesh was much softer and gave way so much easier than I was used to. Looking in the mirror, I was satisfied with what I saw. At least I wasn't standing around looking at my half-naked mother anymore, even if it meant I had to start wearing her clothes.
"Alright... what do I do now," I asked myself, still adjusting to the sound of my new voice. I knew I didn't really have any choice, I needed to get down stairs and see what was going on with my old body. With a new resolve, I took my first steps towards trying to keep my life from falling apart. Each movement reminded me of my situation, and it really grossed me out.
Ew, I can feel her boobs giggle. And her belly, I thought to myself. The stairs didn't help at all, each step was a veritable plod with my husky legs, but finally I made it down to the door of my bedroom.
Opening the door quietly, I saw my old body rubbing its eyes, and when my body's eyes saw me standing there...
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