Carol stroked her arm in awe, her gaze fixed on the reflection in the hallway mirror. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back, her skin smooth and unblemished. She couldn't believe that she and Jim had somehow possessed the bodies of their teenage daughters, Ava and Sophie.
"I know, it's wild," Jim said, joining her in front of the mirror.
He adjusted his daughter, Ava's pleated skirt, running a hand through his newly long hair, marveling at its silky texture, "Who would've thought that old spellbook in the attic actually worked?"
"We've got to be careful though. We can't let the girls find out."
"Relax, honey," Jim said, "We'll just play it cool for a while, enjoy being young again, and then switch back before anyone's the wiser."
Carol looked at herself once more in the mirror, at Sophie’s image, "Well, I can't wait to see what kind of trouble we can get into as teenagers."
She followed Jim's gaze to his chest, where the unfamiliar swell of teenage breasts strained against a tight t-shirt. Ava’s nipples poked through the thin fabric, and Carol noticed Jim's cheeks flush as he caught her looking.
"What?" Jim muttered, “Come on, Carol. At least you were a teenage girl once. I’ve never had …boobs…”
Carol giggled, a sound that felt strange coming from her daughter's vocal cords, "Oh, you'll get used to them. Just wait until you have to put on a bra."
Jim's eyes widened in horror, "I didn't even think about that. How do you even...?"
"I'll help you," Carol said, stroking his arm reassuringly.
She stopped and smirked, “Oh, this is gonna be a lot more fun than I thought.”
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
"Because, honey," she whispered, "I know all the secrets of being a teenage girl. And now I get to teach them to you."
"First lesson," Carol purred, trailing a finger down Jim's arm, "is how to flirt."
Jim's eyes widened, "Flirt?"
"We're teenagers now, remember? We have to act the part." She grabbed Jim's hand, pulling him towards the stairs, "Come on, let's raid the girls' closets.”
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