Dan knew he was breaking a great many rules by skipping school and returning home early. But in he knew that it would be the least of his problems if his plot was discovered.
Dans mother and father were taking a trip somewhere and his mother was not taking her own body with her to save on travel fees. He was supposed to be with his grandparents but through a forged letter he sent himself to convince them he would be staying else he was still at home.
It was a complicated scheme for a twelve year old boy to make. Most his age wouldn’t of had to patience or knowledge to pull it off but Dan has been planning this for a while now. Why? To get a chance to try his mother’s body.
His mother was beautiful and her body was killer. Huge breasts, naturally slim waist, fine behind and silky smooth pale skin. She could of made a massive amount of money selling it but his parents were both incredibly conservative about head swapping. Only doing it in rarely. They also forbid Dan from swapping with anyone ether, not even kids his own age!
Dans curiosity and lust as a growing boy lead him to do this crazy scheme and now as a result he had his mother’s body for Friday, the weekend and bank holiday Monday! Four whole days to himself...
“Ok. Enough procrastinating! Let’s do this!” Done preparing himself Dan approached his mother’s headless body laying on the bed in a nightie and sat down next to it. After taking a deep breath Dan took off his head and placed it on his mother’s neck. Immediately his old body went limp, falling to the bed and his new body jolted to life now breathing steadily.
Dan felt a million we sensations at once. His large E-cup breasts swayed and jiggled with his breathing, a strange void was were his usual genitals were in its place was a hot and moist slit that was causing his meaty but smooth and elegant thighs to rub against each other, searching for his lost equipment.
A moan escaped his mouth, still in voice but much softer than the usual moans he would make while pleasuring himself. A more delicate moan for a more delicate body he thought. Speaking of delicate he raised his arms up to examine his hands. Long, feminine fingers with with no nail nail polish. Dans mother was always a Spartan woman. Living on the bare minimum. He raised his left hand to his face to examine a ring on his hand. Barren of any jewels at all. Plain. My father was also a cheap scape as well.
Dan took off the ring and threw it on the bedside table.
“Sorry dad but right now moms mine!”