Mrs. Smith was getting dressed like she always did every morning, it wasn't that she actually worked, she didn't have to, her husband's pay was more than enough that she could be his house wife, she enjoyed the life of luxury this afforded her. As she stripped down to her underwear to get her dress suit on, she felt her head start to swim, her vision blurred and she lost her hearing, as the feelings passed she felt wrong. She looked down and froze, this wasn't her body, she rushed over to the mirror and stared at the teenage boy that stared back at her.
“Okay Connie, this isn't real.” She slapped herself, wincing in pain. “Okay... it is real. But how?” The pasty thin boy in the mirror reflecting her confusion. She opened the drawer and noticed that all her bras and panties were gone. She looked around, the photo in the frame she kept by her bed was different, her husband holding the body she was in now in the same pose it was taken in. She needed some sort of confirmation. It was just then that her husband walked in, and hugged her.
"Morning darling." He kissed her on the lips, then looked at her in confusion. "Are you alright darling? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Yeah..." Connie said, "Um... I just got a little light headed for a minute there." She reluctantly kissed him back, the moment feeling surreal.
"Maybe you should lay down for a while, if you need anything just call me okay?"
"Okay... Have a good day at work."
"As good as any." He smiled, giving his usual response as he left the room. Connie stood there for a few minutes as she tried to understand what was happening. She sighed and got dressed, disliking her new wardrobe she picked the most neutral clothes possible and went down stairs where she found Jen.
"Morning honey."
"Hi mom, are you okay, dad said that you were a little... off." Jen said and Connie froze, did she know something?
"Do I look any different? Anything out of the ordinary?" Connie asked, Jen knew this voice, she was onto her, but the curse Jen was given hid the face that she did indeed know she was different.
"No, same mom as always." Jen looked at her, "Staying home today?"
"Yes.... why?"
"You don't dress like that unless you're staying home, usually you've got one of your band shirts on and that cute flannel jacket that goes with your eyes." Jen said, internally cackling at the look of fear and confusion on her face. "You look really bad right now, you really should lay down."
"Yeah, I really should, um... have a good day at school honey." She leaned in awkwardly kissing her on the cheek, and went back up to her bedroom, the confusion killing her apatite entirely. Jen waited she heard her door shut and let out a long quite giggle, this was going exactly how she wanted it to, she wondered how Kyle was doing in her mother's body.