You offered to take the laundry basket of finished upstairs after dinner. Your mother was only far too happy to comply as you did chores around the house, like a good son. Only, you didn't put everything away. You kept a few items borrowed from your mom and your sisters.
Laid out on the floor, you had some mittens from your little sister, Briana, a towel wrap turban from your mother, and a bra from her as well. You couldn't find anything of Janet's, meaning she probably did her own wash to not mix her stuff up with you guys.
"What a bitch," you mumbled. "Making more work for us."
Each of these things involved an experiment you wanted to try. First up was the mittens.
They looked positively tiny to you, knitted with wool you were afraid you were going to stretch them out trying to squeeze your massive boy hands into them. But, as soon as you fit your fingers inside, there was a tingling going up to your wrist. You watched in amazement as your hand compressed and massively shrunk down in size so that it would fit comfortably inside the glove. When it was finished, you compared your new hand size to the old one.
"Woah," you said. "This is really trippy."
Being Briana's hand, it barely fit in the palm of your old hand. It looked so tiny. Comical even, considering your arms and wrist still remained the same size. Laughing you flexed it a few times.
"I guess this means that I'm not limited by clothing size."
With experiment one down, you turned to the next one. The head towel.
You had seen your mom do it a dozen times, but you still had to walk over to the mirror to get a better look at it. You didn't have nearly as long hair as she did, so you wrapped it tight. There was a tingling in your scalp when you finished.
You could feel something move in the turban and correctly guessed it was your hair growing out. You thought it was a shame that you couldn't see it happening until the tingling stretched down to your face.
Your eyes widened as you watched your identity in the mirror completely fade away until you were a person you no longer recognized. Your face bubbled and puffed up, as well as your lips. Your nose shrunk down to something more petite. Until the changes settled down and you could see who it was staring back at you. Or, at least, from the neck up.
"Is that," you clasped your throat. Your voice sounded completely different. Female. Motherly. "...Mom?"
You were wondering how the changes would affect your face and throat, since it was hard to find clothing that wrapped up your face. Apparently "head" clothes items affected that general area entirely. Good to know.
"I could have a lot of fun with this," you said in your mom's voice, grinning at yourself then making a silly face. It was totally bizarre to think that you had complete control of her features like this.
But you had to focus on the last thing you wanted to experiment with.
You grabbed both the bra and a washed T-shirt of yours. The bra was going to be tricky. Sure, you lived with a bunch of girls but you hadn't actually ever *worn* a bra before. Not to mention, it was a challenge having Briana's shrunken hand, but you didn't think of removing the glove. You were too giddy with excitement.
Once you got the bra on, you moaned slightly. The tingling was far more intense than it had been with your feet, hands, or head. You clasped at your growing bosom as two boobs ballooned in size and filled up the empty cups of your mother's bra. She was a big woman, at 38 G. Each breast was easily the size of your head as they nestled into their new home. Looking down, you realized just how massive they really were with them taking up your entire lower field of vision.
But that wasn't the actual experiment.
You took your washed shirt and fitted it over your head. Your new rack stretched it out but, nothing else happened. You waited for a minute to confirm that.
"Alright," you said, ripping off the shirt. "So, that means underwear overrides other clothing, even if it's covered up."
With these rules in place, you had to wonder what you were going to do next...