Latisha was on a high after swapping her three siblings' heads around, and there was nothing, not even a telling off from her mom that could dampen her spirits. Upon walking into the kitchen an interesting sight greeted the teenager. There was her mom, Michelle, now talking with one of her friends, a white woman she worked with called Angela Wright. She was blonde, 40 years old and quite good looking. Whereas Latisha's mom was full figured, Angela was slimmer and quite in fit for a woman her age. "Hi Latisha, hope you're well." Angela smiled at her as she entered the kitchen.
"I will be once I've been lectured." Latisha replied, sighing gently.
"That's my girl, knows she's gonna get a lecture." Michelle laughed, before looking directly at her daughter. "I do NOT want my babies using foul language in this house, you know this girl! So I don't want to hear it anymore, get me?" She admonished Latisha.
"Yes mom!" Latisha sighed again. As her mom and Angela then resumed their conversation, Latisha studied them for a moment. Her 5'6" mom was wearing a navy blue blouse, some black jeans and ballet flats. Her DD breasts distended the blouse nicely. Angela, with her smaller, perkier C-cups was dressed in a low-cut white t-shirt, a sky blue, knee-length skirt and a pair of espadrilles that gave a slight height boost from her usual 5'3" to 5'5". Grinning, Latisha stood in the doorway leading back to the living room and aimed the remote... zapping her mom's and Angela's heads onto each others' bodies. The contrast in skin tone was hiliarious for both of them. Angela suddenly laughed out loud at something Michelle said, and her larger, black boobs jiggled in her new bra. Nice... Latisha smirked, giving her moist pussy a rub through her jeans as she moaned. Swapping people definitely got her excited.
Leaving her mom and Angie swapped, Latisha left the kitchen and decided to go and make a few swaps out in the street, since everyone in the house had already been swapped by her. "Let's see... " Latisha mumbled, tapping her chin with a manicured finger on her free hand. Aiming the device across the street at her 30-year old neighbor Shaniqa... she swapped her head onto the body of her boyfriend Marcus. Suddenly, former manly Marcus was the one in the cut-off denim shorts, revealing, off-the-shoulder black top and stiletto boots. With each step he made, his D-cup tits bounced in his top as his shapely ass strained his feminine shorts. Taking note of Shaniqa's reaction, Latisha giggled when she saw the woman checking out her former ass, giving her hard-on a rub through her sweatpants. Latisha had to admit, she looked good on her boyfriend's muscular body.
"This is so fucking cool!" Latisha licked her lips, smiling, s she picked out next targets in her neighborhood.
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