"I wish..." I trembled. I knew I was a really sick and pervert man for having such thoughts, but I could not help myself. I had always had a strange fascination with my mother. It was like an opposite Oedipus complex. I didn't want to have sex with his mom, I wanted to have sex as his mom. To be his own mom. The curiosity about how does having a woman's body feel like was just too strong...
My mom wasn't a MILF but she also stayed in a pretty allright shape, considering raising three kinds (me being the oldest at sixteen). She had a soft, pretty average face with calm eyes and a boring hairstyle of auburn hair down just past her shoulders. She was slightly taller than average but not too tall, considering that I shot past her like three years ago already - I must have been like what, 5'6'' then? She jogged every now and then but the three pregnancies she went through definitely left a little bit of a mark on her. Nothing major though. Although judging from some conversations I overheard her having with dad she seemed to have strong opinions about the volume and "squidginess" of her butt.
Ok, it was the time.
"I wish that until I no longer desire to be my mom, I will be her, and she will, without the knowledge that something has happened, be me."