Before I could make up my mind, the smell of our dinner downstairs caught my attention. I decided it would be best to make sure that nothing in the house was about to catch fire. My mother's frozen body was practically blocking the doorway. I was so flustered that I did my best to squeeze past her rather than just wishing for her body to be moved out of the way. I ran down the hall and down the stairs, then into the kitchen. I found that I did not have any trouble moving in my new body, which surprised me a little. I did enjoy the feeling of my breasts bouncing up and down as I ran. I was also intrigued to find that they didn't bounce as much as I'd anticipated. They were large, to be sure, but they were also fairly firm. I found that nothing in the kitchen was going to cause any problems as nothing was cooking on the stove and everything was turned off. Satisfied that our pathetic house was not in any danger, I quickly returned to my room.
Again I just squeezed back into my room past my mother's frozen body. In doing so my breasts, specifically my nipples rubbed against the fabric of the apron she wore. A quick jolt of energy went through my body. This body was incredibly sensitive. I took a few steps back toward the other side of the room and in that time I felt my pussy begin to...ache, was the best word. "Oh," I moaned softly. Instinctively my hand moved itself towards my womanhood. I slowly teased my vaginal lips and was ready to resume the actions I'd started earlier.
"No," I said aloud. "No, no, no." I caught myself and removed my hand from my pussy. I wasn't going to stand here and do that in front of my mother's frozen body. What if she was still conscious and could somehow see everything going on right now?
I sat on my bed and then laid back on it, so that my feet were still on the floor. What the hell was I going to do, I kept thinking. I couldn't come up with any good scenarios. Meanwhile my body continued to yearn for gratification. My nipples were still rock hard and my pussy still craved attention. I put my hands behind my head so that they were pinned against the bed. At the same time I closed my eyes. But this just made me fantasize. I immediately thought of being pleasured sexually. But that wasn't the right way to describe my fantasy. I was getting fucked, quite literally, in my fantasy. And I was enjoying every second of it. I was being worked over by a man who was 6'6" tall, with huge muscles all over his body and a 12 inch long cock. As I formed a clearer picture of this man in my mind I felt myself losing my inner struggle. My hands had worked their way from behind my head and slowly moved to my breasts and my pussy.
But once I again I caught myself. I opened my eyes wide and sat up on the bed. I was a little short of breath. Dammit, these feelings were just too much. I had to do something. I needed release. I looked again at my mother, frozen in place. Once again, without fully realizing what I meant, I said, "I wish my mother would unfreeze but that she would immediately transform into the man I just fantasized about and have no memories of being my mother!"
I slapped my hands over my mouth. What the fuck did I just say? What had come over me? How could I not really be thinking clearly and yet articulate such a specific wish? There was no time to wonder about this right now, though I had a few ideas as to the answers. But I focused all my attention on my mother. She immediately unfroze. She stood in place and looked around the room, as if she didn't know where she was. She looked directly at me with a confused look on her face.
I don't know if she meant to ask me a question or not, but the effects of my wish quickly took hold. She began to grow taller. She was only about 5'6", so she was about to gain a foot of height. She looked dumbfounded as her head moved further away from the floor and closer to the ceiling. What really caught my attention was the sound of her clothes beginning to rip and tear as her frame grew larger. The apron she wore somehow untied itself and fell to the ground. Signs of strain appeared in her pantyhose which soon ripped apart in several places.
While she grew other changes took place. Her hair shortened and retracted into her scalp. It also gradually changed in color. Whereas my hair lightened in color, hers darkened. It changed from light brown with touches of gray to black. She felt her hair change and reached up with her hands to feel the changes. I could see her hands growing larger in size as she did this.
Her body continued to grow larger and her clothes responded by giving in to the increase in size. Her dress soon ripped in several places and fell off her body in tatters. Her shoes soon followed as her feet swelled up in size and burst through the leather. Her feet were several sizes larger. The rest of her pantyhose ripped off her legs which had begun to add noticeable layers of muscle.
She held her hands out in front of her and watched them continue to change, as did I. Her fingers grew thicker and her fingernails also retracted. The changes continued to her arms where they began to swell with new muscle that grew rapidly. She had the arms and legs of the man I'd imagined while the rest of her body was still hers, except for the hair.
Only her underwear remained upon her body. But as her waist expanded and her hips narrowed, her underwear ripped off. Her chest and torso expanded and her bra snapped off as well. It was weird to see her unclothed, but she wasn't exactly my mother anymore. Her body continued to expand and add layers of muscle. Her stomach developed a rock-hard looking six-pack. Her breasts pulled within her body and strong pectoral muscles formed in their place. Her hair finished altering and settled into a closely cropped mane of black hair.
Her face changed and it must have caused her some discomfort as she gripped her face with her hands. Her jaw became more pronounced and her cheeks rougher and angled. Her nose grew larger and her eyebrows thickened. Soon all trace of femininity were gone and her face showed no signs of my mother. By this time she had transformed into the man of my imagination with one notable exception.
That most dramatic change started at this point. Slowly but surely a growing organ spilled out of her vaginal opening. It quickly shaped itself into a cock that grew in both size and thickness. A set of testicles dropped down which caused her to groan. Her voice had completely altered as it now sounded deep and booming. It reminded me that I'd not yet had time to fully notice how my own voice sounded now. I didn't care at the moment for I was mesmerized by the sight of her still growing cock. It was becoming as large as I wanted it to be. She was also fascinated by her new member as she wrapped her hands around it to determine how it felt.
The changes concluded and standing before me now was not my mother but the man of my brief but vivid fantasy. She...well, he, rather, looked at me. A small smile spread on his face. He must have liked what he saw. "And who are you?" he asked. His voice was indeed deep and powerful. "Actually...who am I?"
The wish worked perfectly. He didn't think he was my mother. He didn't know who he was. Now I could fill in the blanks.