Joe moved carefully around his mom's body. Kneeling down he shook her body. "Mom! Mom! Wake up!" Cindy squirmed a bit as she slowly opened her eyes. "Mm.. What is it?" As she opened her eyes she saw someone very familiar to her; herself. "Ah! Ahhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm!!" Cindy jumped up on her butt to yell, but the person who was her covered her mouth. "Dammit Mom! Do you want to get the others running up here?!" The person uncovered her mouth. "What the hell?!" Cindy looked back at the mirror and saw she looked exactly like her son Joe. It was then that memories of what just occurred came flooding back. "Joe? Is that you?" "Yeah. I'm you now and it looks like you're me." "But how..." "Honey! Is something the matter?!" But before Cindy could finish her sentence, they heard Bob near the door. "Oh shit!" Joe cursed under his breath and ran up to the door. "Um... It's nothing dear!" "Are you sure? What was going on with your clothes there?" "Clothes? Oh clothes! They must have been old. They ripped so easily." "But didn't you get those a few weeks ago?" "Um... I guess they must have been the wrong size then!" Joe heard his dad pause for a second, but soon opened his mouth. "I see. Make sure they fit. Wouldn't want them ripping at work." "Of course Da... I mean Dear!" Joe almost let his identity slip, but was able to rebound. He put his ear to the door to figure out if his Dad really left. "Fuck! That was a close one!"
Joe turned around to talk with his Mom when he saw her playing with her dick half erect. "Jesus Christ Mom! The fuck you're doing!" "She immediately stopped what she was doing. "I can't help it! My dick just sprung up on its own!" "That doesn't mean you should play with yourself!" "Honestly Joe. I'm sure you do this all the time!" "Because I'm eighteen! And why are we even having this conversation?!" "You-You're right." Cindy knew there was no point in acting like an eighteen year old and got up, stepping on the cum on the floor. "Ew! Did all this come from me?" "Must have and judging by your new hairy balls you really did a number there." Cindy looked down and as Joe said her balls were covered in semen. "Just so you know, this isn't my fault! My dick cummed on its own! And... Wait no more of that. Right..." "What do we do now? We can't just live each other lives can we?" "Well there's not much we CAN do. Until we know what made us switch bodies and when we'll switch back, we have to try our best to live each others lives." "Shit! This can't be happening!" "Well it is mister. Or should I say Ma'am. Starting today you're a 35 year old woman working for an insurance company and I'm an 18 year old catching balls and chicks." Is that all you think I do Mom? I'll have you know my life is tough." "I'm sure it is. Kind of like how you think my life is easy when it isn't either." "Come on Mom you're a secretary. It isn't the seven tasks of Heracles." "If that's what you think. Don't come crying to me when you need help. I'll probably need the help though, so you have no reason to complain when I come asking." Joe and Cindy eyed each other until Cindy moved away. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to clean myself up. My clothes are in the drawer over there so get changed... Mom!" And with that Cindy left for the bathroom. Joe looked at the door for a moment and then replied, "Don't boss me around... Joey!"