Physically, with a bit of makeup (yes, I secretly tried on the porn star's supply, more than once, out of curiosity), my now feminized face looked like that of a passable girl with plain/cute looks.
It wasn't the physical changes that really scared me, however. It was everything else that the new body I was attached to gave me with its endless supply of estrogen.
I can't say that the testosterone of my mom's new body has made her more "masculine" - she's always been this headstrong, confident, and vocal about issues, and as such is to me the same as she was before.
But I noticed great changes in myself.
I began to notice how I was doing things differently, unconsciously.
The way I swayed my new hips unconsciously and held my arms differently as I walked.
The way I squeezed my legs together and sat down.
The way I laughed, sighed, and shook my head.
The way I now cutely complained about things.
The way I now got more emotional about things.
The way I now ran (on the treadmill), arms and legs moving like a woman.
Body language, behavior, instincts, emotions - all feminized.
At the time, I was entirely unsure of what gender identity I would pursue.
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At the start of the third week, my mom and I were sitting down and each enjoying a huge plate each of my mom's huevos rancheros for breakfast.
Despite my now smaller stomach, I could still manage to pack in just as much food as I usually had eaten in my old body thanks to the fact that I had been exercising often.
As for my mom - she needed twice the amount of food she ate in the past.
With my lighter, girly voice and my mother's now husky tone, we were discussing about what had probably happened with out original bodies, assuming the porn stars we had swapped heads with had gained our original bodies.
We had a laugh imagining the head and neck of the original owner of my mom's new chiseled body on her old one, but quieted down upon realizing that he probably wasn't enjoying it nearly as much as we were beginning to appreciate ours.
Directly after that, my first official female menstrual period began.
And I had stupidly neglected to put on pads that morning.
I excused myself and ran, arms flailing in the air, to the restroom, where I barely managed to avoid staining the pajama pants I was wearing.
After cleaning up, I walked out of the bathroom and saw the streaming camera that had captured our accidental incestuous debacle on the day of the Fusion Wave, and got an idea.
2 hours later, we had started a live stream on the porn stars' channel.
After introducing ourselves and the mishap we had fallen in, we began asking if anyone in the audience had gained our bodies.
We kept our eyes peeled for my account name - if the porn stars had indeed swapped with us, then it would be ideal to contact them.
Once it did show a few hours later, (my mom was again not pleased at me, but shifted uncomfortably looking at all the sexual ads on the site until she had to sit down to conceal an obvious boner),
we reached out.
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The porn stars were actually pretty nice people!
The woman had been rocking my old male body and its penis, while the man took a while getting used to his new older "MILF" body - the less estrogen meant that his face and neck didn't feminize much, causing their extremely masculine qualities to stand in even starker contrast with his new body than that of the woman's gorgeous and lithe head and neck on my muscular but slightly pudgy body.
They had been cautiously maintaining our bodies just like we had with theirs in our cozy original apartment, surviving on the plentiful supply of, according to them, "orgasmically delicious" food my mother had made.
They had also made a point of not having sex in our bodies - not just due to the man's decreased libido atop my mom's old body, but because they new it would be quite messed up to do so.
They weren't married, but rather good business partners that were sexually involved.
We kept in touch multiple times a day via phone and Instagram to check up on each other.
Eventually, as the fourth week ended and order was officially restored, we organized plans to move back to the States - with all of their needed belongings.
The apartment was always intended to be a temporary rental.
When we were finally at the door of our apartment, we felt like complete strangers.
We were greeted by its familiar, cinnamon smell and our old loving bodies' arms.
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My mom and I have been living with the two of them for about a year now. They, Robert and May, share the rent with us.
We all filled out a ton of forms and legal documents with for the WTEA confirming that our current bodies are now officially our permanent ones.
It was a moment that made our four hearts sink for a while.
But things are going well.
Business is going as usual, if not actually better at my mom's liquor store.
Since both Robert and May work there (May is there part time),
We might just save up enough money eventually for me to go to college.
I've been going for an androgynous look.
With May's help, I've grown out my hair to a length that looks passable for either gender.
Depending on the day, I'll wear makeup or girl's clothes, or skip makeup and wear boy's clothes, or even mix and match.
I'm more comfortable with myself now.
I've got to say, feminization has done me some good - it's given me a new perspective on life, and even given me a new friend.
My mom still is assuming a female gender identity - wearing huge dresses and feminine clothing whenever she can.
She can't quiet wear anything too tight though - a boner will make a tent on any pair of pants she wears, and if she isn't careful, make a suspicious bump on her dress.
She shaves her face daily now, by the way.
May's taken a job as an auto mechanic, also working part time at my mom's liquor store.
On her own time, she continues to run her old porn channel for some extra cash. Always masturbation, never sex.
It took a while for my mom to relent and let her use my old body in such manner. She still doesn't quite approve, but lets May do what her grown woman self wants to do.
May's funds saved from the porn "work" will be put into plastic surgery to feminize her (my old) body - another thing my mom originally disagreed with, but has begun to understand.
May doesn't want to undergo full gender conversion therapy though - she likes my old penis too much.
We're kind of in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, by the way.
Even though I can't quite say who's the boy, and who's the girl.
As for Robert, he has, respectfully, at my Mom's request, quit the world of porn and has begun to work full-time at the liquor store.
He makes a good businessman, and according to my mom, cooks almost as well as her.
My Mom has taken a liking to him, eyeing him and her old body as she towers over her checkout stand each day.
She tells me that she misses it, and longs sometimes to have it back.
I think that she longs for it in a different manner.