David age 16 POV
She looked at the paper in shock for a moment, then calmly showed it to the family.
"Cathy." Mom.
"You can't be serious," I said.
"That's settled, then. David and I will switch bodies, permanently. Larry is compensating us very well for this, you know. We'll go to his lab on Saturday."
"NO!" I screamed. "This is crazy! I'm not switching bodies with my mom! I'm 16! I'm a boy!"
Lucas and Mariah were barely hiding their grins. I looked to them helplessly. "This isn't funny!"
"Mom, you're going to be our new teenage brother?" asked Mariah.
Mom looked my body over, almost like she was trying to picture herself living in my body. Then she turned to Mariah. "Yes, that's right, Mariah. We better start getting used to this now. From now on, you'll call me David. And over here," she walked over to me happily, "this is our mom, Cathy."
I looked down at my body. This was crazy. But I knew there was no way out of it. "I'm Mom," I practiced saying. "I'm your Mom, David."
Mom beamed. "That's right, Mom!" she said. "I'm your son. I'm your son, David. I know it sounds a little silly now, because we're in the wrong bodies, but we'll fix that on Saturday. And all our money problems will be solved!"
Later in the evening I was lying in bed in my underwear, trying to imagine what it would feel like after the swap. I was going to be Mom. I was going to be older. I was going to have her massive boobs. I was going to have her fat butt. I was going to have her face and her hair. I was going to have to see her naked, in the shower. I was going to have to wear her clothes. For the rest of my—
Suddenly Mom burst into my room without knocking. "Hey, Mom!" she said.
I was in the middle of jerking off and here was my mom. "Mom! Get out!" I yelled.
"It's 'David', remember? I just want to say I'm so glad you agreed to do this swap, to live in this body for the rest of your life." She gestured down to her curvy female body. "What are you doing there? Are you jacking off? It's okay, I'm a 16-year-old boy," she said, "I do that all the time." She had a smirk on her face. "The sooner we get used to this the easier it'll be, 'Mom'!"
I noticed she was dressed for bed, with just a sweatshirt and pajama pants. "I thought it was time to get to know our new bodies. Just so you know, this is the body you'll be living in starting on Saturday."
Before I could protest, she pulled off the sweatshirt, exposing her huge breasts. I had never seen them since I could remember—not since I was a baby, I mean. Soon I would be feeling them and seeing them every day, for the rest of my life. "MOM! Stop it!" I yelled, hiding my erection under the blankets.
"It's 'David' now," she repeated. "I'm looking forward to being a teenage boy. This body is so awkward, weak, and uncomfortable. Look at these," she said, picking up one of her heavy, massive breasts and dropping it. "And look at this," she said, pulling off her pajama bottoms, showing me her crotch for the first time. Suddenly the sheer magnitude of what was happening struck me. "You know, it's not fair, but women don't have penises. Women can't even pee standing up. Only boys can do that. Sorry, 'Mom'. This is your new body." Now completely nude, she turned around, showing me her ample butt and her thick thighs, her small feet, her pudgy stomach.
"David," I said, struggling to get the words out.
"Yes, Mom?" she asked, walking toward me.
"I don't want to do this. I don't want to live in that body."
"You'll get used to it," she said, smiling. She patted me on the shoulder. "Anyway, Dad told me since you're going to be his wife, it's time for you to get used to sleeping in his bed. This is my room now, until I start college. You can wear my PJs if you like."
I got out of bed, still shocked at what was happening. For some reason I didn't feel weird about being naked. Mom looked at my chest, my strong arms, my penis. She looked like she couldn't wait to be living in this body. I couldn't blame her for being excited about the change. I was dreading it horribly.
I walked over and put her PJs on. "They'll fit better after we change bodies, Mom," she said with a wink. I walked down the hall and crawled into Dad's bed, the bed I would be sleeping in as a grown woman for the rest of my life.
Saturday was approaching. I only had a few more days to live as a teenage boy. As I crawled into bed with Dad, I gently touched my penis, knowing soon I would never have one again. I gently touched the skin of my scrotum. Soon I would never have balls again. Not for the rest of my life.