Alana Watkins sat in an uncomfortable folding chair slowly growing more and more mortified and angry by the second. She sat with a stone expression on her face as her Mother talked and talked next to her to the ladies across the table from them.
“I mean she’s been married now for 3 years…3 years already and still no grandbabies for me” Sharon Cooper said.
“Now now Sharon…she’ll have kids when she’s comfortable and ready to be a mother, isn’t that right honey” Alice Young, one of her Mother’s best friends said condescendingly to Alana.
Alana strained out a smile with gritted teeth. “I’m just not ready for motherhood just yet as I’ve told my Mother many a time already”
“I know dear” Sharon patted her daughter on the back of the hand. “I wouldn’t be so anxious except for the fact that you’re married and John has already said that he’s ready; I mean come on. Your husband is actually on the same side as his Mother-in-Law on this…how weird is that?!”
Alana just shook her head and squirmed a bit in her seat. She tugged at her black top and flipped her thick bangs back. She adjusted her black glasses back up on her thin nose and blinked her big brown doe eyes in frustration.
Those doe eyes met her mother’s blue eyes in a moment of quiet desperation. She pleaded mentally at her “Please stop talking about me not wanting to have babies for you! Please!”
Sharon knew her daughter was uncomfortable but that was part of her plan. She saw her look, knew what it meant, and she gave her a dismissing hand wave before going back to talking with the ladies across the way.
Alana sighed internally. “She is so embarrassing” she thought thinking more like a teenager than the 28 year old that she was.
“But for heaven’s sake we’re at a baby shower!” Sharon declared. “If we’re not going to talk about babies here; then where can we talk about them?”
Sharon took out her purse and brought out a small hand held mirror. She checked her make-up and reapplied some of her red lipstick. The rest was holding up fine in her opinion and she checked her hair do as well. Her sandy blonde hair was styled and swept back from her forehead as always and came down to just below her ears in a style fitting a 55 year old woman.
Sharon snapped the compact mirror shut and smiled again to her friends across the table. “Since you two don’t have this problem…your daughters or daughters in law have already taken care of you. Maybe you can convince Alana that I need some grandbabies to snuggle!”
“Mother we’ve been over this so many times…” Alana began.
“Maybe she needs you to be a surrogate Sharon! You still able to fire up the old engine down there” Sharon’s friend Paula joked to all of their delights except for a mortified Alana.
“Honestly Mom…I just wish you’d give it a rest” Alana said to Sharon as they drove home.
“It’s all just in good fun…take a joke once in a while” Sharon said with the same dismissive hand wave she always gave.
Sharon had parked at her daughter’s house and rode over with her since she didn’t know where she was going. Once at Alana and John’s house, Alana wanted her gone but knew she had to be polite. “Why don’t you come in Mom for a drink?”
“I’d love some iced tea if you have some made up” Sharon said getting out of the car. She adjusted her outfit of a white shell top, black ¾ length sleeve sweater, gray knee length skirt, hose, and 1 ½’ black heels. She had on a black necklace and matching black earrings and a small ladies watch. She no longer wore a wedding band as her divorce from Alana’s father had been some time ago.
Alana walked up to her front door in her 3” black platform sandals and opened the door, holding it for her mother to come in.
Without removing her shoes, Sharon made her way to the living room and sat down, crossing her legs politely.
Alana went to the kitchen and got out two glasses for tea. She always had tea ready anytime she thought her Mother might stop by. She brought the glasses out TO A “Thank You dear…I’m quite parched by the heat out there today”
“Air conditioned in here though” Alana said. “I’m going to go change clothes if you don’t mind”
The hand came up in its usual wave “Not at all dear, get comfortable”
Alana clomped up the stairs in her chunky heels and went into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed to undo the clasps and release her feet.
Once free she grabbed them and rubbed them a few times working out the slight crease lines that were visible on the tops of her. She ran her manicured fingernails over her pedicured toenails. Her toes were done in black so as to match the outfit she knew she was going to wear today but her fingers were a dark purple.
She took off the black and red skirt and black top and replaced them with a pair of short tan shorts and a dark brown V-neck top before coming back down the stairs and joining her Mother in the living room.
Alana sat on the couch and tucked her right leg up underneath her and let her left leg and foot dangle, where her long thin toes almost reached the carpet.
“I know you get tired of hearing about it but I’m not going to apologize; I’d like to have as much time as I can watching and enjoying grandchildren. I’m in good health and relatively young to be one and I would help you out in every way” Sharon said.
“Mom: I appreciate your thoughts on this but even though John has said he’s ready, he’s not the one who has to go through this” Alana said.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me a lesson in anatomy…I seem to remember being pregnant myself a time or two”
“Kids are expensive; we’re just getting the house fixed up like we want it” Alana countered.
“Exactly…it’s the perfect time to think about making your second bedroom into a nursery” Sharon shot back.
“Ugh” Alana growled. “You just don’t get it: I will have kids when I am good and ready Mom, not you. You don’t play into this equation…this is my life and my choice. Last time I checked I was an adult capable of making my own decisions…Honestly”
“Well” Sharon took another sip of her tea “You don’t have to get all upset about it”
“I’m not upset Mom…just…just tired of hearing about it is all” Alana said resigned.
“I’m just trying to be helpful…I’m just making suggestions…it’s not like I’d go and get pregnant for you like Paula wants me to” Sharon said trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah…taking matters into your own hands huh” Alana said with a raise of her glass “I’d like to see you have to go through a pregnancy again”
“Not at my age dear…now if I were your age again…then that would be another story” Sharon said.
“What did you say?” Alana inquired.
“I said if I were your age again I’d be more than happy to be starting a family again” Sharon repeated.
Alana chuckled and took a drink “But if you were my age again, then I’d be a baby again”
“Oh heavens no dear…we would switch ages and you could be my age now” Sharon said. “Now THAT would be hilarious to see for me. You being the anxious grandma to be while I balloon up as your pregnant daughter”
“Oh really…you’d just make me swap ages with you so you could be 28 again and I’d have to be 55”
“Why of course dear wouldn’t you want that?” Sharon asked with a sly smile on her thin red lips
Their eyes met across the room as each of them thought “I wish I was your age”
“Then you can see how hard it is” they both thought additionally together before Sharon thought “I would start a family in an instant if I was your age and I’d say welcome to it” and Alana thought “Then I wouldn’t have to hear about starting a family anymore; it would be your problem and you’re welcome to it”
Both women took a long drink of their iced teas and put them down at the same time.
They broke off their staring contest as Sharon looked out the window and Alana looked up at the ceiling. As she did, she felt and itch at the back of her neck. She scratched and looked across again to her Mother.
Alana tilted her head as she looked; something was different but she couldn’t quite place it. The itch was back but this time, Alana’s fingers hit resistance under her hair. Her fingers probed and lifted up the obstruction delicately.
Alana looked down to her chest and found that she now had on her Mother’s black necklace “What in the heaven’s” she muttered quietly to herself as her fingers ran over the chunky black beads. She looked over and realized that it was also what was different about her Mother; she no longer had her necklace on.
Sharon blinked a few times; it felt like something was in her eye. As it cleared, she thought for just a brief second “When is Mom leaving?” She blinked and looked around, just plain confused at the nature of that particular thought.
Alana was still staring down at the necklace when she felt something completely different on her ears; there was weight there all of a sudden. “But I don’t…” she thought as her fingers went up under her hair to her ears only to find that earrings were now dangling from them. They felt hard and round. Alana’s jaw fell open as she looked across the room. Sharon’s ears were now bare, she no longer had on any earrings let alone the ones that matched her necklace.
“What’s going on?” Alana said unfolding her legs and standing up. As she did, a twinge of pain flickered in the back of her left knee but she ignored it.
“What is it dear?” Sharon said concerned “Are you feeling okay?”
“I have your necklace and earrings on Mom” Alana said pointing to her chest and lifting her hair up and back.
“Oh…” Sharon said “That’s odd”
“Yeah, you’re telling me”
“But how in the world did that even happen?” Sharon asked.
“I don’t know, it’s not like I got up and walked over to you and took them off of you and put them on myself” Alana said.
“You can lose the sarcasm young lady; I’m just trying to figure out why you have my…oh…where’s my watch?” Sharon said.
Both of their eyes widened in surprise and shock as both focused on Alana’s left wrist. Sharon’s watch sat there, wrapped tightly around it as if it belonged there.
Alana held her arm up and out rigidly as Sharon flipped her left hand over and back. “Well this makes absolutely no sense at all” Sharon said “If this is some kind of sideshow magic act, I don’t find it funny”
Sharon dropped her hands to her hips but as she did, she now felt weight and substance in a place where she wasn’t used to; her left ring finger.
Upon realizing something was there, she brought her left hand back up to be confronted by the sight of a gold wedding band and a diamond linked in with it. “Uh” she swallowed and tilted her head looking at the rings “Um…that’s something new”
“What?” Alana said.
Sharon held her hand out and Alana recognized her wedding band and diamond. Her eyes widened behind her glasses in shock “What are you doing with my rings?!”
“What are you doing with my jewelry?”
“I don’t know Mom…I don’t even HAVE pierced ears…so what am I doing wearing your earrings to begin with!” Alana replied.
“You don’t need to yell at me…I’m not a child” Sharon responded. She lifted her sandy blonde hair back and showed off her ears “My ears are the ones not pierced!”
“But…” Alana didn’t know what to say. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes; the heavy black plastic frames screamed hipster but they had become her signature look over the past 3 years.
She kept her eyes closed as she took in a deep breath and counted to 10 at which point she brought up her pair of thin gold wire rimed frames and placed them back on her face. She swept at her thick bangs and sighed. “I honestly don’t understand a thing that is going on”
Sharon looked and shook her head slightly trying to comprehend the different glasses now on her daughter’s face. She stared intently at Alana’s brown eyes noticing a few lines around the edges that she had never noticed before. “She should take better care of her skin” she thought as she rubbed her chin.
The skin on Sharon’s neck began to lift and tighten as she rubbed and one by one, small wrinkles in her skin around her corners of her mouth began to lift up and fade away.
Sharon’s red lipstick began to lighten and change color, its shade lightening and softening to a dusky pink hue as her lips began to plump and soften.
Sharon’s eye shadow faded away leaving her natural eyelids pale but fuller as her make-up lessened all around. Blush faded from her cheeks, eyeliner was no longer needed and her eyelashes filled in naturally.
Sharon flexed her knees pain free for the first time in years but she failed to recognize it as she looked at her daughter unable to place why she looked different aside from her newfound jewelry.
“Do you feel, you know, different?” Sharon asked.
“Different, however do you mean different?” Alana replied.
“I don’t know…just…like…different” Sharon said slumping her shoulders in frustration.
“I don’t know what you mean” Alana said standing up straighter, pulling her shoulders back.
“Hmmm” Sharon let out a sigh through her nose in frustration “This is going to sound like really odd, but I just feel different and I can’t put my finger on it”
“Well I am still trying to figure out why our jewelry has changed possession” Alana responded as a single gray hair popped out of the top of her 28 year old head. More lines began to etch in around the corners of her eyes and mouth.
Another gray followed and another and then about 15 more began to weave their way through her dark brown hair. Alana’s light makeup began to thicken. Blush appeared on her cheeks but they only seemed to accent a newfound boniness to them.
Eye liner appeared as did eye shadow even though Alana hadn’t worn eye shadow in years. Her eye lashes thinned but thickening make up came on simultaneously to try and correct it but it didn’t have the same effect.
More and more gray came in flecking her hair thoroughly. As a particular thick streak of almost white came into her heavy bangs, Sharon noticed.
“Oh My God! You need to get a look at your hair!” Sharon said pointing.
“What is it?” Alana asked. As she ran her hand through her bangs, they swept back and off as her hair changed style.
Alana’s forehead was exposed and lines etched their way across and her eyebrows thinned dramatically, reducing in size and thickness and almost looking painted on in places to compensate for their thinness.
“What’s the meaning of all this foolishness?” Alana said as she walked across the room to a decorative mirror that hung besides the front door “Honestly, what could be so…” she stopped in mid-sentence when she saw her face reflected back.
“Oh my word” she said putting her hand first to the mirror and then up to her face. “AAAAHHHHH!!!!!” she screamed.
Alana spun and faced her Mother “What’s happening to me!? I look old!”
“I know…that’s why I told you to get a look at yourself!” Sharon responded.
“But what’s happening to me?! I don’t understand!” Alana said turning back to the mirror.
She examined her face; it looked thinner and older “My hair…why’s my hair different!?”
Sharon’s hair was now starting to grow. The chemicals that she used to keep it sandy blonde were no longer needed. A natural stronger blonde took over as it began to grow longer and thicker. Sharon saw her hair out of the corners of her eyes growing in wavy tendrils past her face. She felt it tickle her neck and shoulders “Uh…Oh!” she exclaimed and grabbed at it.
Her hair spun through her fingers as it grew out. “What’s happening to me?!” she asked.
“Whoa…I…” Alana said confronted with her Mom’s long blonde locks that looked so foreign on her. “That hairstyle is so young looking and she’s…” she thought. “You need to look at yourself in the mirror Mom”
“What are you talking about, I…” Sharon stepped around her daughter and got in front of the mirror “AH!”
Sharon jumped and let out a quick exclamation as her hands flew to her cheeks “That’s not me!” she yelled after seeing the reflection and spinning back around to face Alana.
She shook her head back and forth very quickly, her long blonde hair flying around her head. “That’s not me…that can’t be me!” she exclaimed.
“Mom…you look…” Alana began to say looking at her Mom’s fuller face “…Young!”
“What?” Sharon turned back to the mirror. The reflection was foreign to her in a way but yet familiar, “Is this some kind of déjà vu?” she said.
Sharon’s face was smooth and wrinkle free, her lips were full and her blue eyes looked bigger and brighter. Her cheeks were high and round and a natural rosy color sat on them. Her lips were full and soft, her chin and jaw were taut and strong “I haven’t looked like this in 30 years! I look like a kid again!”
“What did you say?” Alana said hearing the words come out.
Sharon turned around slowly, her mouth open “Oh No”
Alana looked her in the eye “No…it can’t be what we were talking about; that’s impossible”
Sharon let a puff of air out and nodded “That would be impossible. There’s just no way that we’re…what’s happening to your shirt?”
Alana looked down. The low V-neck cut that showed off Alana’s cleavage was rising up. “Ah…what’s going on with my clothes!?” she shouted and swatted at the rising collar of her shirt like she was swatting off an ant. Nothing stopped it as the dark brown shirt came up to a high round collar and her sleeves began to slide down her upper arms almost to her elbows.
Alana lifted her shirt up over her breasts revealing a black lace Victoria’s Secret bra size 34B with a little pink bow between her perfectly pert breasts.
Alana’s smooth pale skin glistened and slight goosebumps rose up as her breathing increased faster. As both Mother and daughter watched, the bow disappeared and the fabric changed to a basic black satin bra size 36C and grew out larger in anticipation of more important changes to come.
Alana’s mouth opened and she let out a slight “Eep!” as she first felt her bra increase in size and come away from her boobs.
“I don’t know if I want to see this” Sharon said unable to look away.
The skin on Alana’s upper chest began to get rougher and small freckles and irregular spots appeared.
Alana sucked in a deep breath as she felt a disturbance in her chest. As she watched, her breasts suddenly sagged and dropped down into the new cup size, her new cup size. “AH!”
Alana brought up her index finger and probed her right breast first. Her finger pressed into the softer flesh and she repeated it with her left one “What the…?”
With her shirt still up, Alana saw her stomach poof outward in a sudden movement of soft flesh moving and settling.
She pulled her shirt down mortified.
“Uh…” Sharon replied looking down now at her own body as she felt the odd sensation of her clothes moving on her body. She shivered as her conservative black sweater vanished into thin air and her white shell top began to pull in tighter against her body.
The texture changed from a light silk to simple cotton as the collar dipped down and buttons appeared down the top half of the front of her new shirt. The top two buttons unbuttoned spontaneously and peeled back revealing silky soft skin.
Sharon swallowed but said nothing as she lifted up her new tight top. Her stomach was still soft and stretch marks and wrinkles lined it. She wore a simple white Hanes bra with absolutely no frills in a size 38C.
“It’s…tight…” she said as the bra began to slide down revealing more of the tops of her breast where the skin was smoothing out and taking on an even milky white color. Sharon gave her breasts a tight squeeze as they rose up in her newly sized 36B push up bra. The white changed to cream and went in as the straps thinned.
“Oh My God!” Sharon said gripping her flabby stomach. She could feel it moving and pulling inward. The lines and stretch marks were disappearing on her body “It’s like I’m…” she looked up at her daughter and saw just how different she looked now and the fear on her face. “We’re…”
“I don’t believe it” Alana said flatly.
Sharon’s stomach was now flat and smooth and she felt a tingle in her upper arms. She nodded furiously as her skin tightened along with her muscles in her upper arms making them trim and strong with no loose flap at all on the underside.
The changes continued down her forearms over her wrists and up the backs of her hands. The veins pulled back and the spots vanished and her hands were smooth again. Her nails grew out but not to the length of her daughter. The got stronger and thicker and light purple polish filled in on them as the skin on her fingers smoothed out again too.
The tighter and longer sleeves could no longer compensate for Alana’s drooping and sagging upper arms. Her muscle tone fizzled and the skin let go as bumps and rougher skin appeared there too. More spots lined her forearms and the backs of her hands as they aged before her eyes.
Alana took great pride in her hands and nails and she wanted to weep as she saw them changing. She held them up as veins came in thicker. Her cuticles grew even as her nails shrank down and grew brittle. The bronze color was no longer appropriate and it vanished to be replaced by a simple red that matched her heavier lipstick color.
“Uh…I don’t know what to say” Sharon admitted.
“I can’t believe I wanted you to stop talking about me starting a family so badly that in my mind, I wished it would happen” Alana admitted.
“Oh my God! I wished I could switch ages with you in my mind so I could just do it for you!”
“So we both wished we could swap ages!” Alana exclaimed. “Then if we both wish it back…”
“Maybe it’ll stop it and reverse it!” Sharon finished.
Alana closed her eyes “I wish I never started to swap ages with my Mom!”
“I wish I was older again and Alana was younger again!” Sharon said.
They looked at each other but nothing seemed to be reversing. “Um…I wish I could swap ages back with you!” Sharon said.
“I wish we would go back to our original ages and stop all this” Alana tried.
“I wish I…Eep!” she looked down “It’s happening again…my clothes are changing again!” A cool breeze wafted over Sharon’s bare legs as her pantyhose vanished. The slightly white gloss on her legs was gone and her bare skin stood out under the conservative black skirt and above her low heeled black pumps.
“No it needs to go back not forward with more changes” Alana pleaded.
“It’s not stopping Mom!” Sharon said excitedly.
“What?!” Alana said, the breath knocked out of her chest suddenly.
Sharon just looked at her “What did I say?”
“That’s what I was going to ask you; you just called me Mom” Alana said.
“No I didn’t…I couldn’t have said that I…I mean, I’d never even think of calling you that” Sharon stuttered out.
Alana exhaled.
“I…” Sharon’s big blue eyes widened as she felt her panties rising up and pulling clear of her ass cheeks. “Oooo” she let out quickly as her standard briefs underwear slipped and changed into a sexy thong. Sharon blushed as the slight strip of material slipped in between her rising and tightening cheeks. Cellulite was magically disappearing on her firming ass and round cheeks pushed her skirt up and out. “I uh” she patted the front of her skirt as she felt a tightening emanating from deep inside her.
Sharon had gone through menopause about 5 years earlier but now a deep seated vibration made her mouth water and her body hummed as it kicked back into full operation. Her skin moistened and tightened up “Oh…oh god” she barely spoke the words out loud.
Sharon shut her eyes tightly as her uterus and ovaries filled and her clitoris slipped forward and enlarged, engorged and ready.
Sharon’s skirt began to lift up higher and tighter. The one hole split and became two as her skirt turned into a pair of tight shorts. Her soft thighs puffed out of the newly formed snug legs but not for long as her skin there also began to tighten and firm up. The small dots of cellulite on the backs of her thighs cleared up and smoothed out as did the skin on her thighs.
Her hips shifted to better fit her rounder ass and fuller thighs and her waist came inward as well as youthful vigor filled her body.
Sharon ran her hands over her smooth and creamy thighs when she saw Alana rise up ramrod straight. Her lips pursed determined down and her eyes narrowed to slits. Breath hissed out of Alana’s nostrils as she felt a cold streak run up and down her spine.
Her vagina loosened and dried and her clitoris pulsated twice and then went silent. Alana simply no longer felt anything urgent coming from there as she and Sharon swapped something deeply private and vital between them.
As if suddenly lifted, Alana moved again and reset her bare feet, shivering all over and running her hands over her upper arms. “You’re wearing shorts now?” she said looking over at Sharon’s changing legs.
“Uh-Huh” Sharon acknowledged with a nod. Her calves were trimming, especially around her ankles.
Alana’s tan shorts began to sag as her rear end began to grow flatter and wider and her legs began to spread out as well.
Her waist and hips shifted as her entire center of gravity and core changed. Her shorts then grew out and gave way, cascading down into a long tan skirt that stopped just above her ankles.
Dimples grew out on the backs of her thighs as the skin thinned and loosened with age. Her ankles fattened as her calves softened into a more uniform in size lower leg contrasting Sharon’s now muscled calves and thin ankles.
Sharon was looking down when she suddenly dropped an inch and a half and her feet hit the ground hard impacting her heels. “Where’d my shoes go?
“Um…over here” Alana stuck out her right foot now clad in a one and a half inch black pump “I seem to have gained those”
Sharon naturally stood 5’8” while Alana had never quite reached her Mother’s height stopping at 5’6”. Now with the heels on the other feet, they were just about even in height.
“Guess the shoe is on the other foot now” Sharon said.
“This is absolutely no time for joking young lady” Alana said. Once the words were out of her mouth, her hand shot to her lips in shock and their eyes met again. Not a word had to be said to acknowledge what had been said.
Alana felt her feet getting sore and feeling cramped in the heels. She lifted her toes up stretching out the shoes but it didn’t help.
Sharon looked down at her feet as they began to smooth out over the tops. The rough skin on her toes cleared up and light purple polish appeared on her stronger nails where previously no polish had been.
Alana sheepishly slipped her right foot back out of the heel and saw bare nails and rougher skin as her big toe pointed inward more than before and her feet just simply looked older. She quickly slipped her toes back in and wiggled her heel to get it back into the snug shoes.
“It didn’t stop” Alana admitted looking at the very young looking Sharon before her “We actually did swap ages with each other”
“Yeah…I guess we did” Sharon said looking at the mirror again “I look so young again”
“I barely recognize myself” Alana admitted “I’m old”
“…er…you’re older. 55 is not old” Sharon said.
“But I’m in my 50’s…my age just doubled” Alana said
“But” Sharon began to protest
“But nothing…yours halved and mine doubled!” Alana said, color rising in her cheeks.
“I know but let’s not jump to any conclusions just yet” Sharon cautioned.
“Jump to conclusions, um, hello, I can conclude that I’m old and you’re young now…don’t be blind and don’t patronize me” Alana said.
“I’m just saying let’s stop for a second and figure this out instead of running around like chickens with our heads cut off!” Sharon said putting her hands out in caution.
“I need to sit down” Alana announced lowering herself down to the couch.
Sharon looked back into the mirror. She rose up on her tip toes and squeezed her ass.
“Stop that” Alana shot her a withering glare.
“What? I was just looking” Sharon said. “I haven’t looked like this since…”
“Since before I was born…I get it” Alana said. With those words, a thought crossed her mind “So if I’m your age and you’re mine…” she lifted up her shirt and examined her belly “I have stretch marks”
“Those could be from just, um, you know, gaining weight and stuff” Sharon cautioned.
“It could also mean that somehow, I’m now your mother. We might not have just switched ages but roles too”
“You mean like we switched lives” Sharon said coming over and sitting down next to Alana.
“We didn’t switch bodies…You didn’t become a carbon copy of me; you turned into a 28 year old version of yourself and I became a 55 year old version of myself” Alana said.
“Where’s my purse?” Sharon said. Her purse had been sitting on the floor next to the chair she had sat in to begin with. It was a big black bulky thing with gold chains and hoops holding on the straps. Now something that looked more like a backpack sat there instead “I, um, guess that’s mine?” she said walking over to it.
She opened it and everything was different. Different make-up colors and brands, a body spray from Bath and Body Works instead of expensive perfume, tampons “Haven’t used those in years…what’re they doing in there”
“I used pads…so I know that’s not my purse” Alana told her.
“Well if we really changed…”
“Don’t tell me…I already know. I felt something when I was changing and I just knew” Alana said acknowledging her body history.
Sharon blushed at having a period again while her daughter had now gone through the change of life already.
She pulled out her wallet and looked at her driver’s license. “Wow” she said pulling it out and looking at the young vibrant blonde haired girl there. “Whoa…Sharon Watkins but I’m not a Watkins…you…”
Alana had gone white and her mouth had gone dry. “Switched lives…” she murmured.
Sharon held up her left ring finger “Oh”
Her height read 5’8” and her weight was back down to 140lbs while her birthday now read 3/14/88. “Go get your purse” she said to Alana.
Alana stood up and felt her knee pop and crack with her first step. Her heels clicked on the tile floor of the kitchen where she found a large leather purse on the counter.
Sharon bounded up energetically next to her as she opened it and saw make-up and perfume that she had never worn. She opened the wallet and found more cash than she usually carried before she saw her visage on the piece of plastic in the middle.
“Alana Cooper…shit” she said hanging her head, her short brown and gray hair dangling down as much as it could as she put her hands on the countertop. “5’6”…145…and it says my birthday is June 12th of 61”
“So Watkins” Sharon pointed to herself “And Cooper” she pointed at Alana to her nodding. “88…to 61…”
“We’re in the others place…I’m living your life instead of you and you’re in my place”
“So…does that make me YOUR Mother?” Alana asked not wanting to hear the answer.
“Um…for all intents and purposes…yeah…I think it does” Sharon conceded.
“Oh my Heavens” Alana said sitting back.
Sharon took her Alana’s hand in hers and patted it “Calm down Mother…I mean…” she caught herself as Alana glared at her.
“I don’t know why I keep talking like that to you” Sharon said.
“I don’t think this is a very fair trade at all” Alana said.
“I know and we can keep trying to reverse it” Sharon said.
“We’d better…don’t think I’m going to be quiet and content to just sit here and let you take my youth and my…my husband and oh my heavens…” Alana’s hands shot up.
“What is it?” Sharon asked.
“What if the only way to reverse this is for you to get pregnant and carry out having a baby” Alana said.
“No…that can’t be…your mind is running out of control”
“No…what if we swapped because I wouldn’t get pregnant and you’re all too willing. You said yourself to me that wouldn’t it be funny to make me into the grandma in waiting while you waddle around pregnant or something like that” Alana said.
“But…” Sharon said feeling a distinct tingling coming from her body; an aching.
“If you think that you’re going to get pregnant from…you know…with John…my husband…not yours you’ve got another thing coming missy” Alana spit out.
Sharon took a deep breath and heard a cell phone going off. It was coming from her purse; she pulled it out and it said ‘John’ “Oh my God it’s him!”
“Answer it!” Alana said “Or should I answer it?”
Sharon shoved the phone to her “Yes. You do it and see what he says!”
Alana held the phone awkwardly and slid her finger across it. She tossed her hair back and put the phone up “Huh…Hello”
“Um…Alana is that you?” John said.
“Ye…Yes it’s me” Alana replied hesitantly.
“Is my wife anywhere around?”
Alana heart sank through her at that moment “Just a moment” she nodded slowly and handed the phone out in front of her.
Sharon took it “Hey”
“Hey babe…what’s up with your Mom answering the phone?”
“Oh…I was across the room and she was right next to it so…what’s up?” Sharon said, her heart beating like a school girl.
“Nothing, I’m on my way home and wanted to see how the shower went and if you and your Mom had a good time”
“My Mom Alana?” Sharon said.
“Yeah…do you have another Mom now? One’s enough” John laughed.
“No…I’m just…I’m just doing like 5 things at once right now Honey” Sharon said wincing at calling him that in front of Alana.
“Well, I’ll be home in like 20 minutes…I’ll see you then; love ya Babe” John said.
“Love you too” Sharon replied wincing again.
“My husband thinks I’m his Mother-in-law” Alana stared at Sharon who could only shrug her shoulders.
“We kind of saw this coming” Sharon said.
Alana just put her hand to her upper chest as Sharon said “So, it’s crunch time all of a sudden; do you want to be here when he gets home or not?”
Alana still was unable to speak.
“If you want to go, I think it would be better for right now” Sharon said.
“He’s my husband: You can’t just take him from me” Alana said.
“Look in this world we now inhibit, he’s my husband and you’re my Mother; until we figure this whole thing out…we need to play along and go with it”
“But you’re going to…” Alana said standing up.
Sharon just looked at her and sighed “I know…and if you don’t want to see him, I suggest you go out and get in the BMW in the driveway and drive to your condo”
Alana reached into her purse and pulled out the keys for her car.
“It rides really nice” Sharon said trying to help.
“You’re not helping” Alana told her.
“I’m sorry…just trying to lighten the mood is all. I just think it would be best if you don’t see John today; it would just be too much”
“Too much?! Too much?! Simply looking at you is already too much for your information. Looking into a mirror and seeing my 55 year old face is too much!” Alana ranted.
“See, this is what I’m talking about; you can’t go off like this and freak John out” Sharon said.
Alana fumed “Alright; I’m going” she said finally.
“We’ll talk later and start trying to reverse this or figure out a way to get back to our own age” Sharon said.
“We’d better” Alana announced as she went to the door. It took all her strength in reserve to open it and walk out of her own house as a stranger, leaving it and her husband to her mother of all people. But once she started going, she didn’t want to stop.
Alana marched to the car, her low heels clacking on the concrete. She glanced back only once to see Sharon standing by the door looking out the window. She put up her hand in a slight wave but Alana just looked down and put the car into reverse, backing out and driving away.
Sharon watched holding back her smile but once her old car was out of sight, she jumped up into the air in excitement “OH MY GOD I’M YOUNG AGAIN!” she screamed out. She bounded around before running upstairs to what was now the bedroom she shared with John. She stopped at the mirror atop the dresser and took in her reflection “No Fucking Way! I can’t believe I’m 28 again!”
She looked at the top of the dresser and saw their wedding picture. Her long blonde hair was pulled up and back and swept around a headpiece and veil. “That’s ME?!” she squealed out clutching the photo. She leaned in close to the mirror taking in her smooth and youthful face. She bared her teeth and chomped them down before running her tongue over the pearly whites. "My God I love my teeth…so strong and straight and white” she said before pressing her fingers into her taut skin on her cheeks.
Sharon just began to giggle; she couldn’t help it or stop it as she examined her rejuvenated body from her stronger and thick hair to her smooth and pain free feet. “I wonder…” she said to herself as she began to dig through the drawers “…PERFECT!”
Sharon began to undress quickly taking off her shorts, panties, top and bra. After a momentary stretch and admiring of her flat stomach, she grabbed the lingerie out of the drawer and put it on. The black lace teddy fit her perfectly and showed off the curves of her hips, ass and breasts. She fluffed out her long blonde hair and she crawled up on the bed; her heart pounding nervously in her chest as she heard a car pull into the drive.
Sharon climbed onto their bed and put her right knee up and extended her left leg and foot out. She heard footsteps climbing the stairs and as they got closer, she demurely dipped her eyes and her chin while she put on her best devilish smile. “Hey Honey” she said in her sexiest voice.
John opened the door and was taken aback momentarily at the sight and sound. “Whoa” was all he said.
“You like what you see?” she asked as innocently as possible.
“Um…yeah, you know I do” John said coming closer “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”
“Do I have to have a special reason to want my man?” she asked.
“Um…no…I guess not” he laughed as he came over to her. He leaned over to kiss her and Sharon craned her neck up to meet his lips. “Oh My Lord” she thought feeling his soft lips on hers “It’s been 15 years…” she started to think before she cut off her own thought “No it hasn’t…with my husband it’s every night” she smiled as she kissed and playfully reached out and grabbed the bulge that had formed in the front of his pants.
“I see someone else is happy to see me too” she playfully giggled.
“Yeah” John said “Whoa…!”
“Come here!” Sharon said grabbing John by the shoulders and pulling him down onto the bed and onto her.
Sharon laughed and wrapped her long trim legs around him and put her forehead against his “Hi” she said cheerfully before rubbing her hands through his beard. With her ankles locked behind his back, she ran her fingers through his hair giggling and kissing him the entire time.
Sharon finally released him from between her thighs and she bit down on her lower lip as John took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. As he began to lift up to take them off, she reached up and flipped him onto his back, while she slipped out and around him to mount him.
“You’re feisty today” John said finding himself looking up into the ravenous eyes of his wife. “You act like we never do this”
She shook her head slowly back and forth thinking “If you ONLY knew” as her long blonde hair dangled down over her shoulders. She just smiled as slid the bottom of the teddy off to the side and slid his erect penis up and into her.
“Oh God” she moaned as he went deep inside her “That feels…so…good” she told him as she began to lift and drop her hips.
John began to thrust up in rhythm with her “Deeper…I want you so deep inside me” she told him.
John could only smile as he concentrated, his hands held onto her thrusting hips as her thighs tightened against his.
Sharon picked up her speed and how high she was lifting up feeling the pulsations that she had feared were gone forever. Now she found herself young and fertile and craving sex. “You feel so good” she told him before adding “Don’t stop!”
John watched as her hand came down and began to rub vigorously “Don’t go yet…please don’t go yet” she whispered as sweat began to run between her breasts and glisten off her forehead.
Sharon felt her body tense up and she screamed out in the most intense orgasm of her life. Her muscles twitched and throbbed and her sly devilish smile returned as she felt her husband explode forth inside her. His warmth filled her and both of them twitched in time together.
“Ha-Ha” she laughed “That was so awesome” she added as she sat back momentarily before taking a few deep breathes.
“That was intense” John admitted catching his breath too. After a few minutes he felt himself begin to diminish and saw Sharon’s smile as she slid backwards off of him, slightly sticky and sweaty but happy. She put her hands back on the bed and arched her back and hip upward “Just in case this is the time it happens” she told him.
“It’ll happen babe I promise” John said as he slid out from under her and hobbled to the bathroom “You’ll get pregnant in good time; but meanwhile, you should just enjoy the practice”
“I do…you know I do” Sharon told him.
John came out with a small towel for her as she eased down onto the bed. She held the towel up against herself to keep the bed clean. “You’re not done yet mister…we’ve still got plenty of time tonight after dinner”
John laughed and pulled his pants back up “So, how the shower with your Mom?”
Sharon looked out of the corner of her eye and caught his eye. “It was fun” she said thinking back to her transformation and watching Alana take on her age “Mom of course keeps asking when this is going to work”
“Would she like to watch sometime?” John joked.
“Don’t even joke about that” Sharon teasingly scolded him while laughing.
John went downstairs telling Sharon he was going to grill out dinner for them.
Sharon got up and went to the bathroom after he left, smiling at herself in the mirror. She had to pee really badly and she examined her legs as she sat. She lifted her heels up and looked at her toes in the light purple polish “I wonder…” she thought as she stood up. She picked up her discarded clothes and got dressed again and then went to the closet and found the 3” black strappy sandals that Alana had worn to the shower earlier.
Sharon slid her foot into it and found that it fit her perfectly, down to the toe imprints obviously left by her foot. “So many sexy shoes…” she thought taking in the inventory in the closet.