Okay, I’m freaking out! I’m sorry, I just…need to calm down…that’s why I’m typing all of this down, just to collect my thoughts and…damn it, I can still hear them! How could they even get any louder?! A-Anyway, I’m just trying to collect my thoughts on everything that happened, because, like it or not…this is all my fault. It all started this morning…
Actually, it may have more accurately started about two years ago, whenever my mom died. My dad and I were both super upset about losing her, but after she left, he went absolutely nuts! I guess he just felt the need to make up for the loss of Mom, so he decided to go into ultra-crazy-dad mode, pretty much shielding me off from anything fun! That meant no more violent games, parental blocks on all the cool shows, and, worst of all, no R-rated movies. Can you believe that?! Mom had no problem bringing me to R-rated movies! Heck, Jimmy’s dad had no problem bringing him to R-rated movies, but now they were strictly off-limits, both within and especially outside the house. But this weekend was the opening of Blood Guts 3, and how could I miss that?! Naturally, I begged and pleaded my dad to bring me, to no avail, and I couldn’t piggyback my way into the movies with Jimmy since his dad was out of town. In fact, Jimmy was staying over for the weekend while his dad was at some type of business meeting, which meant I had the perfect opportunity to test out my top-secret weapon.
See, a couple days ago, while I was bored surfing the internet, I happened upon a little paper talisman thing that’s said to turn whoever you want into whoever you want, living or otherwise, just by writing their name down and supplying a lock of hair before slapping it on the forehead of whomever you wished to transform. It sounded like a dumb idea at the time and time has only proved its dumbness, but I was bored and figured I might as well try it out of sheer boredom. Worst case scenario, I get to tape a piece of paper with my mom’s leftover hair on my best friend. Best case scenario, it worked out and I’d have someone to bring me to the movies! All I had to do was procure a piece of hair from my mom’s old hair brushes, write “Rebecca Larson” on the talisman thing, and slap it on Jimmy’s face as soon as I welcomed him into my room. While I accurately foresaw the ensuing anger, I was incredibly taken aback as soon as the paper started glowing, only to disappear completely in a puff of magic dust. So I guess it really was real. Sweet!
Those were my thoughts, at least. Jimmy’s were a bit more mixed if his storm of expletives (no doubt learned from the copious R-rated movies he was allowed to see) was anything to go by, though said storm was quickly cut off by a sudden growth spurt. And I don’t mean he grew just a couple of inches, I mean that he had to at least grow a whole foot, if not more! There was more to his sudden growth spurt than just his legs getting longer and…kind of thicker, though. His entire back arched over, twisting and elongating his torso and making his tummy all nice and flat before causing a loud, painful-sounding crack along his shoulders, causing them to just slump over. I think his spine kept on slithering down his back, because it wasn’t much longer before his butt ended up popping out, becoming all big like my mom’s before. Come to think of it, wow, I never noticed just how, uh…I guess stacked my mom was! I mean, whenever she was around, it wasn’t ever anything I particularly noticed or cared about, but seeing all her amazing features pop up on my best friend helped me realize just how, uh…well, hot she was! Not only was her butt pleasantly plump, but her entire body was curvy as heck, as Jimmy’s body was actively becoming. The giant boobs that sprouted from his chest was proof-positive of just that, slowly expanding against Jimmy’s already strained t-shirt until…RIIIIIP! That was the first time I ever saw real naked boobs, my mom’s on the chest of my panicking best friend. Never had I been more confused in my entire life.
Not that Jimmy was doing much better comprehending the situation. His reaction during the entire thing was nothing more blubbering mixed with frequent profanity, mainly directed at me. It got super weird once his Adam’s apple kind of just melted away, leaving him with the perfect replication of my mom’s voice, even as he kept on cursing me out. The weirdness was lessened at least a little bit once his stupid freckled face started cracking, years upon years being added to his face at every second. Soon enough, it was impossible to tell that Jimmy was ever a kid once his face became all mature and clean and smooth and, most of all, womanly. He was the splitting image of my long dead mom, right down to her piercing blue eyes and her signature pout. I think the changes even came with a fresh coat of makeup, including just enough makeup to make her new lips pop out. To top it all off, the curly red hair that had once made him the object of much teasing at recess managed to straighten out completely before dyeing itself into a natural shade of black and cascading all the way down to his shoulders. Jimmy was now a perfect (albeit naked) replica of Mom in almost every way, save for one tiny detail just barely covered by his barely contained shorts.
The magic was quick to solve that modest problem, though, as Jimmy started feeling something, a tingling or itching or just…something that made him reach for his crotch area. What followed was an extremely uncomfortable moment of having to watch my best friend in my mom’s body experience his…or rather, her first sexual experience. I wish I could have looked away, but my eyes had become firmly locked-on to my changing friend and I found myself completely incapable of doing so. So there I was, watching as Jimmy started, uh…masturbating right in front of me, at first only moaning oohs and ahs, but after awhile…I saw something click inside her head. It was incredibly subtle, but I could tell the difference. At first, she was just feeling her new woman parts with her dainty, manicured fingers out of sheer curiosity, but I could tell just by the way she fluttered her eyes and bit her lip that she was thinking much naughtier thoughts now. To my great horror, she started whispering my dad’s name underneath her breath. “Brian…” Then she happened to hit a particular sweet spot, causing her to scream his name on the top of her lungs before crashing down on my bed! “BRIAAAAAN~!” Still, through her eyes, I could see the slightest glimmer of resistance. It was as if Jimmy was trying his hardest to stop himself from going too far off the deep end. She almost looked about ready to stop, to finally pull her hand away and start reconsidering the situation…but then we both heard the distinctive creak of the front door opening.
“Honey, I’m home~!” Dad chimed in a happy manner I hadn’t heard ever since Mom passed away. Did…Did he believe Mom was still alive now? Had reality changed so that she never died?
Such existential inquiries had to be put on hold, since it looked as if the unexpected arrival of my dad was all it took to send Jimmy over the top. She finally managed to, uh…climax, I guess…all over my bed. All the resistance I saw on her face disappeared right then and there, replaced with the duplicate of my late mother’s face, expression and all. I could tell that there was no Jimmy inside of her anymore. Only Mom. Only Rebecca Larson.
Without so much as an apology for staining my bed, Jimmy…or I guess it was just Mom now…got up with a very, very pleased smile. The magic worked its final job and replace her complete nudity with a tight fitting grey dress that fit snugly around her body, placing special emphasis upon her ample cleavage. Then she finally looked down to acknowledge me, only to find my face chalk white and stuck in a portrayal of absolute horror. That only caused her to laugh, though. She knelt to my level before placing her hand on my shoulder.
“Sorry you had to see that,” she said to me, though her devious smirk betrayed her words. “Mommy will just have to clean your sheets later. But for now…” She didn’t finish her thought. She just looked past my door and saw my dad giving her a similar look to the one she was giving them. Then she got, left my room, and slammed my door shut.
It’s been almost two hours since then and THEY STILL HAVEN’T STOPPED!
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