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Mommy's Day
by Morpheus
Contact the author at morpheus@phuze.com
Other Stories by Morpheus
Dressed only in her white satin robe, Marion sat down, with her fresh cup of coffee, and began paging through the newspaper. She yawned, still trying to wake up. She ignored her son Jason, who slurped his cereal down rather noisily across the table from her. Suddenly he stopped, and looked up. "Happy mothers day" he said, then went back to slurping his cereal.
Some mothers day, Marion thought to herself. Then, as Jason accidentally dropped his bowl to the floor, splattering glass and milk all over, Marion winced. "What I really want for mothers day" she told herself, "Is a break from that kid"
Marion was only 24 years old, and still very attractive, but she felt a little trapped by her 8 year old son. His bastard father had abandoned her as soon as he'd found out she was pregnant, leaving her to drop out of high school, and raise him by herself. She loved him, but still felt a little resentment towards Jason. Feeling that somehow, he was to blame for her never having had a chance to fulfill her ambitions and dreams. She knew that it was ridiculous, but she couldn't help but feel that way at times. And this was one of them.
"But mommy.." Jason said, impatiently, "all the other kids are going to see that movie. Why can't I"
"Because I said so" snapped Marion. You're too young to see that kind of stuff. Its too violent and too messy. You can watch that kind of stuff when you're older. Angrily, Jason stomped away, pouting.
Marion sighed, then stepped on one of those stupid action figures that Jason had left on the floor, and got angry. Here she was, not even having had a chance to get dressed yet, and Jason was already making her life miserable with his constant demands. Still annoyed, she went to her bedroom to make her own bed. Then she'd have to get Jason to make his.
Jason dropped onto his bed, feeling angry. All his friends were talking about this movie. It was supposed to be really good, and looked really cool. But unfortunately, it was PG13, and his mommy wouldn't let him go, saying he was too young. What did she think he was, a baby?
Angrily he stared at the wall, in the direction he thought his mommy was at. She always did this to him. Saying he couldn't do this, or he couldn't do that. Or she'd tell him what to do, always bossing him around. He hated being treated like such a baby. He was a whole 8 years old, and was too big to be treated like that, he kept telling himself.
"And what does she do?" he asks himself out loud. "She just sits around the house all day, collecting child support and welfare. And I don't get any of it" Still angry, he didn't bother to consider that his mommy had been working at a store until very recently, and was still looking for another job.
"She sure has it easy" he told himself. "No one to boss her around, or tell her what to do. For just once, I'd like to be the boss"
Marion tried forcing herself to relax, then smiled. She opened her jewelry box, pulling out a necklace her mother had once given her. And her grandmother had given it to her mother. It had been in the family for several generations, and made Marion smile at the memory of her own mother. She carried it with her as she walked back to the table, and sat down to finish her coffee, holding the necklace in her hands tightly, then her thoughts started drifting back to Jason.
It made her so angry that he didn't listen to her. Her day was hard enough as it was, and she was so tired of his talking back. "For just once..." she muttered to herself, "I wish he could see what my day is like. For just one day"
Staring at the wall, Jason felt a strange tingle in his head. Everything started to blur for him for a few seconds, then he could see again. He saw that he was at the kitchen table, and wondered how he got there. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move, causing him to start getting scared.
He realized that he was holding something in his hands, and tried to look down at them, but couldn't even do that. After a few moments, he looked down, without willing himself too. His body had just reacted on its own. He saw that he was holding some kind of necklace, and put it down. He noticed that his hands were all wrong. They weren't his hands. He tried to scream, but he couldn't. His mouth wouldn't obey him.
In horror, he watched helpless as his hand reached for a cup of coffee and brought it up to his lips. He tried as hard as he could not to, but he just couldn't keep from doing it. Taking a sip from the coffee, Jason found it strong and bitter, but somehow liked it at the same time. He tried putting it down, but his hands still wouldn't obey him. In a panic, he screamed out for help, "Mommy" or at least he tried to. But again, his mouth wouldn't obey him, and no sounds came out.
Jason tried to force himself to calm down, and realized just how odd his body felt to him. He was sure that he felt some kind of weight on his chest, but he couldn't look down and see. Absently, he noticed that he seemed to be bigger too. Curiosity was beginning to take hold, though his fear and confusion was still stronger by far.
His hands brought the cup up to his lips again, and he found himself forced to take another sip, fighting it as much as he could, but finding that it had no effect. Finally, he put the cup down, and started to feel a little relieved, at the same time, worried. About what was going to happen next.
He didn't know what had happened, and didn't have any clues. All he could do was go for a ride, with no control over his own actions. He felt so helpless like this, unable to even put a cup down when he wanted to.
Curiously, he wondered what he was doing as he started to bend over for something. He saw his hands reach for a pack of his mommy's cigarettes, and tried to pull back. He couldn't stop himself though as he pulled one cigarette from the pack, and brought it up to his lips.
He tried screaming again, panicking. He couldn't believe this. Those things were too gross, and he was going to smoke one, not having any choice. He screamed in his head as his hands brought a lighter up, and lit the end of the cigarette. Trying to pull back had no effect, and he found himself unwilling sucking in. He felt the smoke come into his mouth, and go down his throat. He felt it in his lungs. A second later, he blew the smoke back out.
Jason felt shocked. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. He couldn't even help himself, and wanted to scream out in frustration. Again, he found himself taking another draw from the cigarette, and realized that it didn't hurt, like he'd thought it would. It felt kinda weird, but it didn't hurt. It tasted funny too. He'd expected it to taste horribly foul and disgusting, but it wasn't. At least not completely. It tasted strange to him though, and he couldn't help himself from sitting there, smoking the cigarette and drinking coffee, feeling helpless and trapped.
After a little while, he snubbed the cigarette out, and got up, taking the empty coffee cup to the sink. He realized just how tall he was, seeing the cupboards above the sink, eye to eye. Scared, he wondered what was going on, trying still to fight his body.
He found himself walking to the bathroom, then stopped in front of the mirror there. He was horrified to see his own mom looking back at him. So that's why he didn't see his mom. He was somehow inside of her. As scared as he was, he found it a little amusing. He might have been laughing had he been able to, and he weren't so scared.
His hands ran through his hair, which was still damp from his mommy's shower earlier. He found himself sitting on the toilet, and going to the bathroom. He was disgusted by the feelings of the urine spraying out. He found himself looking down, wiping between his legs with toilet paper. He was startled to see what was there. His wee wee was gone, and there was some kind of hole there instead.
He realized that girls had this between their legs. He found it also very odd to see hair all around it. He wanted to stare at it an examine it more, but he couldn't make his body respond to him, and he got back up, and went into his mommy's bedroom.
Sitting down on her chair, he found himself brushing his hair. He didn't try fighting it, realizing how useless it was. He wondered what had caused this, and if he'd get back to normal. He was still scared, but his curiosity was beginning to get stronger. Since he was his mommy, he was going to see everything that she did.
After a short while, he found himself going through his moms drawers and closet, pulling out clothes and setting them on her bed. He pulled off the robe he'd been wearing, and stood before the small mirror on his moms dresser, unable to help himself as his hands carefully ran over those lumps on his chest.
He finally got a good look at them, since his mom was looking at them very carefully, as if trying to find something. They were funny looking he thought, and the nipples were a lot bigger than his own, and a lot darker. They felt strange when his hands ran over them.
Finally, his mom seemed satisfied, and went over, putting a pair of panties on. Jason felt himself slide the panties up his legs, and making sure they fit. It felt funny to have them pushing against his groin, but with nothing there. His hands reached for the bra on their own, and carefully put it on, snappy the hooks in the back, and adjusting the little cups.
Jason felt funny with it on, and just a little uncomfortable, though his chest didn't feel as heavy anymore. His hands reached over to the bed again, and he put on the pair of jeans, surprised at how tight they seemed on him. He put a green t shirt on, and finally, he put on a pair of his moms sandals, finding that they had a slight heel in the back.
He got up and walked away, finding that his body was still walking without any problems. He felt funny with the small heels on, but it didn't hurt and he kept walking, unable to stop himself. After hanging up the robe, and neatening a few things up, he found himself making the bed.
Afterwards, he sat down in the chair again, and reached for the makeup on the table. He began to panic again and pulled back as hard as he could, trying to fight again. Again though, he couldn't even make his body slow down or change its movement in any way. Carefully his hands started to put mascara on, with experienced motions. He found it very funny feeling, and tried to fight it again, afraid that he'd poke one of his eyes.
When nothing happened, he watched curiously as his hands put on the rest of the makeup and the lipstick, knowing that there was nothing he could do. The makeup was very light, but Jason felt it all over his face, thinking how gross it was to put it all on. Just when he thought he was done, he carefully put a small watch on his arm, a ring on one of his fingers, then put in some ear rings. He was scared when his hands reached up to put those in, afraid that it would hurt, but it didn't, which greatly relieved him.
Finally, Jason found himself walking out of his moms room. He wasn't sure where he was walking to, then realized that he was at his own bedroom door. He stuck his head in, seeing himself sitting on the floor, playing with some of his toys. He was surprised at this, and even more surprised when his body said, "Hi mommy"
"Make you're bed up" Jason found himself saying, surprised to hear that coming from his own mouth, and in his moms voice" He'd known that would happen, but it still hit him. He felt his own face glare down at his old body, and then the bed, then turn around, leaving the room.
Helplessly, he walked back to the kitchen table, and found himself picking up another cigarette. Not again, he thought to himself. Unable to stop himself, he lit another cigarette, and sucked on it, blowing the smoke back out. He found himself sitting down on the couch, and turning the TV on. It was some stupid soap opera, and he wanted to change the channel more than anything, but as much as he tried he couldn't make his hand move.
He sat there, smoking the cigarette and watching the soap. He was disgusted that he couldn't even shut his eyes to keep from watching it. Helplessly he stared at the show. Boring, he kept telling himself. Some stupid woman was going on about how her sister slept with her husband and their dog was dying of cancer.
Jason was actually relieved when the commercial came, and he got up again. However, he sat back down a few minutes later with just another cup of coffee. A little later, he saw his own body come out and walk past, but he couldn't turn his head to look.
A few minutes after that, he felt his elbow being touched, and turned his head, seeing himself standing there.
"Happy mothers day" Jason heard in his own voice, "I made this for you in school" and held something out.
Jason picked it up in his hands, and looked at it. It was the mothers day card he'd made in school. He'd wanted so much to give it to his mom, and found that getting it was extremely weird. He felt his mouth move into a smile, then say, "Thank you, honey. It looks nice" Then he found himself hugging his own body, finding it extremely weird how much larger than his old body he was.
His old body ran off, and he was forced to turn back to that stupid show.
Jason was greatly relieved when he finally got up and started vacuuming the floor. He didn't like the chores, but it was a LOT better than that stupid show. He found himself going over the apartment, carefully, and was surprised when he kept picking up a few of his toys. He felt his mouth frown every time he had to pick one up, and tried to remember where he put them all so that he could get them when he changed back. If he changed back, he reluctantly reminded himself. He hated the idea of being stuck this way.
After he was done vacuuming, he found himself sitting down, smoking another cigarette. He was beginning to get used to doing that, though he still thought that it was weird. Then he went to the bathroom, and started cleaning that for a long time. He grimaced inside his head as he reached his hand into the toilet and scrubbed with the toilet brush. Gross.
When lunch came, he walked to the kitchen, and started grabbing stuff from the fridge, and then made sandwiches. He looked down at the bread, thinking that it didn't really look very good. As he put it in front of his old body at the table, he heard his old voice announce, "Gross. I want spagettio's"
Jason felt his cheeks flush a little, then said, "Then you go to the store, buy them, and cook them yourself. Its this or nothing" He felt horrible for saying that, but he couldn't control himself, and it had come out before he even realized it. He saw his old face look unhappy at the sandwich in front of him. But then he turned around and walked away, taking a bite of his own tuna sandwich on the couch. Yuck, he thought to himself. He hated tuna.
Jason watched some game show on TV, finding this at least more interesting than the show earlier. As he was watching, the other Jason came up to him asking to see that movie again with his friends. Jason found himself snapping "No" back, feeling himself getting warm. He felt sort of angry, but couldn't tell why. Somehow, he was feeling his mom's anger, and said, "I told you before. No. I don't want to have to tell you that again"
"But mommy" the other Jason protested
"No buts"
"But all the other kids get to see it" he whined. Jason realized that it was kind annoying to hear it from someone else's point of view.
After a few more comments, the other Jason snapped back angrily, and Jason suddenly felt himself grabbing the other Jason, and spanking him hard. He was horrified and shocked to be spanking himself, and even felt the stinging in his hand. Shortly afterwards, he yelled at his other self that he was grounded. Jason hated that, knowing that he'd be the one grounded if he got back. At least, he told himself, he didn't have to feel that spanking, shuddering at it inside.
Later on, Jason went and grabbed the still pouting other Jason, and dragged him to the door. Jason wondered where he was going, not having any idea, even though he was leading the way. He felt kind of funny getting into the drivers side of the car, and then turning the key.
He was excited and amazed to find himself driving the car. He knew that he wasn't the one actually in control, but it still gave him an incredible thrill to be behind the wheel, and feeling the car respond to what he did. He couldn't wait until he was old enough to drive on his own, for real.
Jason was surprised when they stopped at the grocery store, and went in. He found himself walking through the isles, putting things into the basket he'd been carrying. When he got to the cookie section, he saw the Oreo's his favorite desert and started pleading, "Please get some, please get some", and as if hearing him, the other Jason asked him to buy some.
Satisfied, Jason saw his hand put the bag of cookies into the basket, even though he felt a frown on his face.
Getting home, his body started to prepare dinner, which he found was odd. He wanted to go out and play, or watch TV, but still couldn't control himself. After cutting up some vegetables, Jason realized that it was more work than he thought cooking dinner.
Jason felt oddly satisfied when eating dinner, somehow feeling an accomplishment and pride for cooking it, though he knew that he'd only been a passenger as his mom did the real cooking. Still, he felt like he played a part.
While washing dishes, he really wanted to go outside and play, but couldn't make himself move away from the sink. He gave up again, and just went along for the ride, realizing that whenever he did that, it was almost as if he was the one doing the moving. He stopped fighting again, and just let his body do what it was going to do. After all, there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Sitting down, he lit another cigarette, and watched the news, then some other show with the other Jason for awhile. Finally, he found himself sending the other Jason to bed, the same way his mom sent him to bed every night.
After his other self was in bed, he found himself watching a show, that had a bit more violence than he usually saw, and a few highly suggestive scenes, which left him fascinated, though not completely understanding.
Finally, he got up, turning off the lights and closing up the curtains. He went back to his moms room and undressed, again feeling the breasts bouncing free on his chest, which he found distracted, but didn't slow down or even make his body hesitate.
He crawled in bed, and smoked another cigarette while reading a few pages of a Cosmopolitan magazine, though actually he couldn't make out most of the words. He just tried to look at the pictures, though his eyes were aimed at the words for the most part. Finally, he snubbed out the cigarette, and turning off the light, went to sleep.
The next morning, Jason woke up, finding that he could sit up when he wanted to. He realized immediately that he was in his own room, and back in his own body. Excitedly, he got up and ran around, exhilarated by the freedom to move on his own again. He was about to go running out, telling his mommy about what happened, but then stopped.
He didn't think she'd believe him. It did sound pretty stupid, and he was sure that he'd be really embarrassed if she ever did find out. Finally, he decided that he'd just have to keep it to himself, since no one would ever believe it. Even a kid knew that much.
Marion got up, shuddering at the memory of the spanking yesterday. She didn't have any idea how it had happened, or how she'd been trapped inside her son all day, but had begun to suspect the necklace somehow. Shuddering at the memory, she decided immediately against telling Jason about it. After all, even a kid wouldn't believe a story like that, and it would prove embarrassing if for some reason he did.
It's better to keep this to myself, she decided. But it was definitely one Mothers Day that she'd never forget.
The End
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