10-year-old Tyler was digging around in his parents' old memorabilia boxes. His family was busy moving into their new house –his mother, Sharon was upstairs in the new master bedroom, while his father, James, was outside unloading the truck with help from his older brother, Nico.
Tyler plucked out a cool looking pendant necklace from the bottom of the box. It has a certain aura about it that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Tyler?" Sharon yelled from upstairs, "Can you come up here and sort out some of your boxes?"
"Coming, mo–" he was interrupted by a sudden glow emanating from the necklace in his hand.
Then, in an instant, he found himself face-to-face with his mother.
"What the..." he started, but his mother mimicked his every movement, "heck?"
He wasn't standing across from his mother. This was her bedroom mirror, and this reflection was his own! Somehow, that necklace had made him possess her.
Tyler had possessed his own mother.
He stared in awe at his now womanly image. Her breasts heaved with every nervous breath he took.
"...Mom?" he uttered with Sharon's voice.
There was no response.
Tyler carefully looked around the room, worried about someone seeing him like this. Like a fully grown woman.
He gulped, as he looked down at his mature form. He slowly lifted his hands up to his now womanly face, feeling the soft skin on his palms. He gently caressed his chin and cheeks, feeling the fullness of his lips.
Tyler felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he looked down at his mature form. He touched her stomach. His fingers brushed against his navel.
This was his mother. The woman he loved so dearly, the mother who had birthed him and raised him up.
He decided to mimic her. To act like this was normal.
"Hey, sweetie" he cooed in his mother's voice, "Mommy's got to run some ...important errands. Do you want to go play on the PlayStation?"
He he he. Very nice.
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