Jennifer walked into her mother's room and found a black pair of high-heeled shoes in her closet. They were normally too big for Jennifer, but she wanted to see if the wish would change her feet too. She slipped the heels on and felt her feet grow larger until they were the same size as her mother's feet.
"Cool," she said as she admired how the shoes looked on her feet. She realized that she must look pretty strange with her beautiful blonde head, her 12-year-old-boy upper body, her sexy teen ass and legs, and her 38-year-old woman feet.
She decided to dig around in her mother's closet some more. Eventually, she found an old dress that was buried in the back of the closet. Her mother had last worn it years ago just before Mike was born. Jennifer took off the heels and her brother's shirt and then slipped on the dress. Her body, reshaped again. Her breasts grew back on her chest, and her ass and legs slimmed down to normal proportions. She walked to the bathroom mirror again to admire her new body. While she still had a gorgeous face and blonde hair, her body was now the same as her mother's had been in her mid twenties. "Wow," Jennifer said. "Mom was a bit of a hottie." She posed for a couple of minutes, and then decided that she wanted to really experiment.
Jennifer returned to her own room and opened her closet. An idea had come to her. "I know I kept them in here somewhere," she said as she opened up an old box of clothes from her childhood. "There they are," she said as she pulled out a pink leotard, white tights, and a pink tutu. It was her old ballerina outfit from when she was 6 years old. Quickly, she took off her mother's dress and tried not to look at what she realized was her own mother's naked body. Then, she stepped into the tights and marveled at how her legs seemed to melt away, squeezed smaller by the elastic fabric. She stood there with the tights on, feeling much shorter, and chuckled at what she had become. From the waist down, she had the legs of a 6-year-old ballerina, while her upper body was still her mother's adult chest and arms. She bent forward and easily touched her little feet with her adult hands. She smiled as she realized that those were a mother's hands touching her daughter's feet both on the same body. Next, she slipped into the leotard, and felt her upper body shrink down and flatten out until it too was 6 years old again. Now, she really felt small. She put on the tutu, but it had no effect on her body. It just looked right. She took some time to tie on her ballet shoes as well. Then, she walked back to the mirror.
Jennifer admired her new reflection. She had a sexy face and long blonde hair but the body of a 6-year-old ballerina girl. She moved through the five basic positions, feeling them come back to her naturally. Then, she spun through a pirouette, followed by a beautiful arabesque. Finally, she lowered herself down into a straight split and marveled at her renewed flexibility. It had been years since she had been able to bend like this. She stood up again and began dancing through the house as her mind raced with possibilities. She realized that she could reshape herself in any way she wanted if she could only find the right clothes. The possibilities were truly endless.
She stopped dancing. "I know where I want to go now," she said.