“Look at these Kat…don’t you like this color? I mean come on…watermelon bridesmaid dresses would be so cute!”

“Mom; Please.” Kat replied shaking her head.

“But why do you want your bridesmaids in black honey? This is your wedding not a funeral!” Roseanne Jennings prodded her daughter.

“Because it’s formal; it’s classy. I don’t want gaudy bubblegum colored dresses; this isn’t the 80s Mom” Kat replied.

“Well at least tell me you’re going colorful with your flowers” Roseanne added in. “You and your sister are being so secretive in your planning; I know absolutely nothing!”

“Angela is my Maid of Honor is the most organized person either of us know. Letting her do all the planning is the most obvious decision I’ve ever made in my life. She loves it. I just approve”

“But the wedding is going to be here before you know it honey and I just want you…”

“I just want you to relax and enjoy being the Mother of the Bride” Kat finished up for her with a forced smile.

“It’s just that, you know back in the day” Roseanne began.

Kat rolled her eyes and folded her arms in exasperation. She loved her Mother dearly but planning a wedding within 500 yards of her, was just plain dangerous. “I know you never got a chance to plan a big wedding…”

“And then your father left me with you two girls! But that’s not the point; I was just saying that a seating chart works best when…”

Kat blocked her Mom out and walked away pretending to be really interested in something at the end of the aisle they were walking in. She looked back and saw her still talking while holding up a grapevine wreath and examining it. “She’s more into this wedding than I am” she thought. “I know she wishes she could have had a big day and all I want to do is be done with it”

Katherine Jennings was 28 years old and quite secure in life. She was a registered nurse and her fiancé was an accountant. They had been dating for 6 years and living together for 4; the wedding was a formality.

Kat wasn’t tall; just 5’4” but she was still 3 inches taller than her Mom, despite the fact that Roseanne still wore heels all the time even at 58 years old.

Kat had to smile; she loved her Mother dearly. She talked way too much, butted in to everything and had to make her opinion known about every subject, but she was her Mom.

As she stood watching her, a very odd thought popped into Kat’s mind “What if our roles were reversed? What if she was the bride to be…my daughter even and I was the Mom? She’s just trying to help and be helpful. I guess I’d be the same way if I were her”

What made it odd was that for a brief moment; she could see it. She saw her Mom, but it wasn’t the same. She saw her Mom at 28. The wrinkles and lines were gone and her face was bright and cheerful and youthful. The gray hairs were gone and shiny black hair ruled the day. Even her clothes looked different; up to date and more in line with what someone would be wearing at 28. She was trim and fit; no longer packing on the extra pounds of a combination of middle age and the excess weight she had gained when she had quit smoking in the last year.

Kat looked down at her own hands and shocked herself with seeing veins and wrinkles. Her chest seemed to sag and her belly could be seen in a full muffin top if not for her very conservative sweater and sensible slacks that she now saw herself wearing.

A quick gasp and a shake of her head cleared the vision. Mom was Mom and Kat was Kat; back in her loose gray top and black leggings “Wow…that was weird” she thought.

“What did you say honey?” Roseanne asked walking up.

“Nuh…nothing. I didn’t say anything” Kat replied; a wave of odd feelings still washing over her.

“Well we need to settle on the centerpieces if nothing else” Roseanne said walking into the main aisle of Hobby Lobby “Excuse me young man” she flagged down a worker “Where are your glass vases?”

Kat just shook her head and followed.

After another half hour, Kat excused herself to go find the restroom. She just couldn’t shake the vision she had and wanted to change her scenery.

Once inside, she realized she was alone. She walked up to the sinks and stared in the mirror.

Kat fixed her shoulder length brown hair and adjusted her top. She had big brown eyes and a large mouth that dominated her look, especially when she smiled. She took a long deep breath and let it out shaking her arms and shoulders.

She had an athletic build; B cup breasts and a lean build. She had played sports all through school and still played in a church softball league where her competitive side came out quickly and easily. “It’s just stress and looking for an outlet” she told herself before heading back out into the store.

As Roseanne examined vases and was actively pricing marbles to put into the bottoms of them she thought “I wish she’d be more excited about her own wedding. This is the opportunity to have a day for yourself. Be a Princess…but that’s just not Kat. Me yes…Kat no! What would she think if our roles were reversed? What if I was the bride to be and she was the Mother of the bride? I’d probably think she was out of touch and would want her to butt out…just like she’s doing. I guess I’d do the same thing if I were in her shoes”

“In her shoes…in her shoes…” the words played over and over in Roseanne’s head. She saw sky blue marbles on the bottom shelf and as she bent forward to reach for them, she felt an odd rush.

Her hand reached out but her hand looked so smooth and youthful. She thought she felt her hair brushing forward, almost as if it were longer.

She bent easily and crouched down; no aches or pains in her knees or screams of protest from her lower back. She didn’t feel her belly squish; almost as if it were gone entirely and her pants didn’t crinkle; they seemed tight and stretchy, like leggings and her shoes…her shoes looked like the simple black ballet flats that Kat always wore instead of the ankle boots she had been wearing.

Roseanne stood up fast “What’s the matter honey?” she could hear a voice in her head. She turned and looked down the aisle. Coming towards her was a woman in a conservative sweater and slacks. Middle aged from the build and extra pounds, not to mention the lines and sagging of her face or the grays that mixed in with the browns in her hair “Mom?” she thought recognizing a 58 year old Kat.

A quick shake of her head cleared her vision and set everything back to zero. “Wow…what a sight! That was odd!” she thought.

“What did you say Mom?” Kat said coming up next to her.

“Nuh…nothing honey…nothing at all” she said and patted her daughter on the arm.

“You look kind of pale” Kat told her Mom.

Roseanne laughed nervously “I just stood up too fast is all I think”

“We should go…it’s hot in here. We can look online for this stuff” Kat said. “We’ll go back to my place”

“Ok honey” Roseanne didn’t protest. She walked out of the store with her vision still very clear in her head, a vision that just wouldn’t go away.

Kat had driven them to the store. She got in a started up her car but when the Hip Hop station came on, she turned the volume down thinking “Oh…so loud!”

Roseanne actually chuckled “If it’s too loud, you’re too old honey” which just made Kat smile.

“If you only knew” they both thought simultaneously.

Roseanne sat back listening to the music “Should I like this? Would I like this if I were Kat’s age?”

She never even realized she started to sing along.

Kat was engrossed in driving. She was usually pretty fast and heavy on the brakes but today, she was being very cautious. Taking her time; even getting passed on occasion as the jumbled lyrics on the radio grew ever more confusing to her and turned into just plain noise “Who likes this stuff?” she thought concentrating on the road.

By the time they got the Kat’s apartment, which she shared with her fiancé Shane, Kat was worn out while Roseanne was oddly energized.

Kat flopped into her favorite chair while Roseanne went into the kitchen “Let me get you something to drink” she said opening the fridge.

“Thanks you H…Mom” Kat caught herself just before she called her Mom Honey.

“No prob” Roseanne replied getting out 2 Diet Cokes for them.

“All this planning seems to have you beat” Roseanne said.

“And it seems to get you all excited on the other hand” Kat replied.

Roseanne bobbed her head “I just feel good is all”

“And to think I was all worried about you in the store when you went pale” Kat replied.

“Thanks for caring” Roseanne answered tipping her can. “Wedding planning can be stressful; nobody has ever said anything different”

“I just wish it were over and done with already in all honesty” Kat said. “Having to go over every last little detail. I wish I could show up on the day of”

“I’d love to examine every last little detail” Roseanne countered quickly “I’d be having the time of my life planning a wedding if I were you”

“I know you would! And I’d be happier just getting to show up…you know…like the mother of the bride gets to do” Kat laughed as a lump started in her throat.

“Mother of bride?! That role is no fun…you can have it! I would trade you places in a heartbeat girl!” Roseanne said taking them closer to the point of no return “I’d be the bride any day!”

“You can have it!” Kat said “I’m done…out!” she laughed “It’s all you now Honey” she added impersonating her Mom’s voice.

Roseanne laughed at her daughter’s impression of her “You’re pretty darn good at that. It suits you…you always were such an old lady”

“And I guess that makes you the young hipster chick” Kat replied “It suits you better than me so I guess I would trade places with you too”

Roseanne rocked forward “Whoa” she said putting her arm out for balance.

Kat sat up straighter in her chair planting her feet on the floor. A burning sensation started in her chest and spread outward. The vision she had seen in the store came back fresh into her mind. She turned and looked at the picture on the end table.

It was her engagement picture; taken with Shane in the park when the leaves were in full fall colors. Both of them were in jeans and brown tops. Kat’s mouth dropped as the picture began to change.

“She” got shorter, the figure in the picture dropped a few inches down against Shane. The hair began to darken from brown to black and then the facial features distorted and changed shape until she saw it clear; it was Roseanne in the picture; a 28 year old Roseanne with her arms around her fiancé while they wore matching outfits.

Kat’s jaw dropped. Excess skin formed around her chin and neck as it did. The elasticity of her skin draining in her look of shock. Her cheeks began to droop and sag. Lines began to etch in around her mouth, then around her eyes, then across her forehead. Her skin loosened as her lips thinned and her nose seemed to appear more pointed.

Her eyes began to weaken and her hearing began to deteriorate. A little bit of a ringing noise settled in muffling the regular sounds she had been hearing clearly.

Kat’s hair began to thin, becoming more brittle as thicker strands of gray popped out and intertwined with her dulling brown color “Ah…what’s going on? What’s happening to me?”

Roseanne turned and saw her daughter aging before her. She gasped and brought her hand to the nape of her neck as her skin began to tighten. All excess neck skin pulled up taut. Her slight double chin sucked up, vanishing as her chin and cheeks drew up and in. Her lips plumped and even her teeth became stronger and more prominent. Lines faded and vanished around her rejuvenated mouth before smoothing out across her forehead and by her eyes. Her brown eyes appeared larger, her nose softer, her cheeks fuller.

Her hair became lustrous and full of natural bounce as it strengthened. The grays turned back to regular healthy follicles as the shine returned to it and it grew out longer into more of a style befitting someone younger.

“You! She finally managed to say while pointing at Kat “You look old!”

“And you look young” Kat replied. Even her voice sounded off, weaker somehow, a bit softer.

“Why am I in that picture?!” Roseanne said, her voice louder and firmer as she caught a glimpse of the photo on the table.

“I think we’re trading places Mom like we just said we wished we could” Kat said.

“That’s impossible Katherine” Roseanne said “People don’t just switch places with each other! I just…” she trailed off “I saw this” she said softly.

“What was that?” Katherine asked as her shoulders rolled in and forward. Her back pulled in and a dull ache settled in below her shoulder blades.

“I said I saw this. I don’t know how or why but when we were in the store, I saw this exact thing. Where I was young and you were old and…”

“Oh my God how can this…I SAW THE SAME THING!” Kat yelled back.

“We had a vision about swapping and now…” Roseanne said.

“And now it’s coming true Rosie” Katherine said.

Roseanne’s posture began to improve. She stood up straight; her shoulders lifted and pulled back and her back felt better than it had in years. The loose maroon sweater she had on began to tighten and pull in, thinning as it did. The neckline scooped down exposed soft, smooth flesh as her breasts began to tingle.

Her boobs lifted up tighter and firmer and with no sign of sagging. Gravity and age were reversing on her body. With just a bit of cleavage showing, her top changed into something more akin to Kat’s wardrobe choices. Her bra felt tighter and silkier as well as it held her pert breasts up and out. 

The now form fitting maroon top also clung to her arms as they compressed up; her muscles gaining definition.

“I thought about if I were in your shoes” Kat admitted “I’d be acting just like you were”

“I thought the same thing” Roseanne said “To the point of thinking in her shoes and seeing that I had on ballet flats like you like to wear; we even changed clothing styles in my vision”

“Mine too…this is too freaky…I’m getting old” Kat said as her breasts drooped and she felt a sag hit them suddenly. Her bra changed to support them more but still couldn’t lift them as high as they had been naturally. Her gray top began to thicken and loosen, changing into a conservative sweater as her belly pouched outward. Middle age Mom body hit her.

She felt her arms soften under the warm sweater and knew they would flap a bit if she waved them too vigorously. Her young firm and fit figure was gone; quickly changing into the body of a woman 30 years older “I’m more than doubling my age”

“I know…and I’m halving mine” Roseanne said as her stomach flattened. The small belly she had was gone behind abs that held firm.

“I’m younger than when I had you” Roseanne said. She splayed out her fingers as the changes reached her hands. The first thing she noticed was a large diamond ring appeared and her eyes flashed to Kat.

Kat just stared at her bare right hand; her engagement ring was gone and her hands were rapidly aging.

Veins and bumps built up, her knuckles seemed to enlarge even as her fingers slimmed. Her nails grew out and a dark purple color covered over her thicker nails.

Rosie’s hands slimmed and smoothed out. Her fingers felt strong and long as her nails thinned and pulled back. Her dark purple lightened to a lilac tone.

“Oh Honey…I’m so sorry…I never meant to steal your years I…”

“It’s okay Rosie…I know you didn’t. Neither one of us could have thought it would actually happen” Katherine replied.

“But you…you’re going up so much in age…You’re Post-Menopausal now honey” Rosie said and was surprised by Katherine’s smirk.

“Then I guess it’s you who has to go back to dealing with her period” she said.

“We’ll figure this out Mom. I swear we will” Roseanne said.

“I know Honey…I know we will. I’m hoping this isn’t permanent”

“Don’t say that; it can’t be…” Rosie said not knowing or believing if it was true.

“It’s not your fault if it is” Katherine said trying to reassure her daughter.

The excess pounds now began to attach themselves to Katherine’s ass. Weight filled in, stretching her stretch pants until they changed into a pair of black slacks. Much looser and able to hide her cellulite through the thicker fabric also helped by the fact that it went up to her appropriate size.

Katherine’s hips spread and her thighs thickened. Dimples forming up on her looser skin, she felt her thighs come together at the tops.

Rosie’s ass lifted up. The muscles tightened as she gained the tight well-rounded backside of a young woman. Her hips narrowed and her thighs trimmed, gaining athleticism and tone.

Roseanne’s cheeks flared with color and her knees buckled as her body’s hormones kicked into high gear, reigniting. Moisture flooded forward as her body rejuvenated.

A dryness settled in. Katherine sighed as a light went out inside of her. She knew what had happened, could tell the reverse was true of Rosie as color flared up. The tingle inside of her was gone; transferred to the younger woman in the room.

Katherine’s feet began to ache. A dull pain across the bottoms of her feet as they spread out wider with age. Her toes, unseen in the ends of her ballet flats went crooked. The skin dried up and the nails thickened there too. A matching burgundy color came on them just before her shoes closed up across the tops and a wedge heel lifted her up; her shoes changing from her simple flats to a more elaborate ankle boot.

Rosie could barely stand up straight as her body twitched, trying to understand what was happening. Her breathing settled as her hands rested on her mid-section. She pressed down as her pants thinned. The rigid slacks clung to her shapely legs as they became a pair of black leggings. They showed off her curves and fit her style at her younger age.

She wiggled her toes inside her cramped boots as they straightened out. Her feet softened in the dark and her toenails thinned and took on a coating of black polish; something she would never worn at 58. She dropped down shorter and her heeled boots turned into a simple pair of ballet flats.

Rosie felt the tops of her feet become exposed to the air. She looked down and saw the smooth soft pink skin of her cute feet.

“I’m young!” she said.

“I’m old” Katherine countered.

“We swapped ages Ma!” Rosie said exuberantly. “I’m 28”

“Which means I’m 58…I’m my own Mother’s age” Katherine said looking around. She started for the bathroom to see herself in the mirror but her gait was off. She was taking smaller steps in her heels and her legs and back just didn’t have the flexibility she needed. “My stars…I feel so different” she said walking. “I’m sloshing all over the place” she added looking down at her excess weight and larger breasts.

“Your body changed a lot as you got older” Rosie said easily coming up behind her “Mine did too; just the opposite you know…I feel so light”

“I know that honey, but just how…oh my god look at us!” Katherine said upon getting to the mirror. Rosie was right over her shoulder.

Both of their jaws dropped. Rosie began to examine her tight features “I’m pretty…I’m young again…I’m basically you”

“But you’re not me…you’re you; just 28 year old you again and somehow now I’m old enough to be your Mother”

“So does that mean this is my apartment that I share with Shane? I…my ring?” Rosie said noticing the weight on her ring finger.

“The picture changed first” Katherine said. “You replaced me in the picture before anything happened to our bodies”

“We’re both nurses so we can easily do the other’s job and live the other’s life” Rosie added. “You must have my 35 years of work experience”

“Oh I must huh…I can’t…we can’t just swap lives”

“We swapped ages…we have to swap lives” Rosie countered. “I don’t think Shane wants to be engaged to a woman pushing 60”

“But that…” Katherine was struggling for answers to stop Rosie.

“You didn’t want to be the center of attention for a wedding anyway…”

“No but you sure did!” Katherine said “You wanted this all along didn’t you?!”

“No! I would never; could ever take away 30 years from my own daughter” Rosie said. “I’m sure we’ll swap back”

“Why did we swap in the first place and when do you think we’ll swap back?” Katherine said.

“I don’t know; all I do know is that we are where we are and we can’t stand here in the bathroom arguing about it until we do swap back. Shane will be home anytime now”

“He can’t see me like this!” Katherine said.

“I don’t think he’s going to know the difference” Rosie said.

“What do you…?”

“To him, I think it’s going to be like we’ve always been like this” Rosie finished.

Katherine staggered out of the bathroom “How could this get any worse?” she asked. “I lost my guy, my youth, my body…I don’t think I won on anything here”

“Don’t say that Mom” Rosie said not realizing the last word out of her mouth until Katherine gasped at hearing it.

“Did you just call me your Mother?!” Katherine said.

Rosie blushed “It…it just slipped out”

“Roseanne Elizabeth Jennings you are in big trouble young lady” Katherine snapped back to an equal gasp from Rosie “Listen to yourself and what you just called me!”

“Don’t fight with me…I’m upset as it is” Katherine walked back down the hall “God I could use a cigarette”

“You quit…or, I mean I quit”

“And I’m craving one even though I have never smoked a day in my life. Did you pass that off to me too?” Katherine said feeling the urge; the want and need of nicotine in her system. She could feel how much calmer she would be with a cigarette between her lips, cradled in her fingers.

Roseanne searched herself “I don’t want one. This is the first time in, well forever, that I not only don’t want a cigarette; I couldn’t even tell you what one actually tastes like” She looked in shock at the older woman before her “This is spooky”

“It’s beyond spooky it’s…” the door opened interrupting their talk.

“Hey hun…oh hey Katherine” Shane said letting himself in.

Roseanne and Kat froze, looked at each other in panic and then tried to compose themselves.

“How was shopping?” he asked as he took off his shoes and sorted through the mail in his hand. He walked over and gave Rosie a quick peck on the cheek.

“It was…” Rosie began.

“Awful” Katherine finished “Your lovely fiancé here can’t decide on anything!”

“Mom…easy” Rosie said.

“I’m just teasing honey. I’ll get out of your hair” she cocked her head and stared hard at Rosie while Shane’s back was turned.

“Oh…um, yeah, I’ll talk to you later Ma” Rosie said.

Katherine made sure to pick up what had become her purse. It was big and bulky and old lady like.

“See you soon” Shane said with a grin as he continued on into the kitchen.

“I’ll talk to you later, you’d better believe that” Katherine whispered as she went to the door “I can’t believe I’m leaving you here in my place” Her face was one of anger and shock but she knew she had to go.

“Yes…we’ll talk as often and as soon as possible” Rosie whispered back “See you later Mom” she said much louder.

Kat stepped back and Rosie closed the door.

Katherine stood in the hallway “What the HELL just happened?”

Rosie spun on her heels and pressed her back against the door, Kat on the other side of it “What do I do now?” She walked forward, her close cut top and legging clinging to her lithe body “Even though you’re super nervous…just act casual. Nothing is wrong…this is your life. Always has been” she told herself.

Rosie giggled, a chill ran up her spine “This IS mine” she realized. She bounced into the kitchen and kissed Shane long and hard on the lips “I missed you” she said with a look in her eyes.

“I’ve missed you too” he replied; his hand venturing up her shirt.

“Oooo!” Rosie cooed and kissed him again.

Soon, passion over took them and she was running down the hall laughing to their bedroom with him close on her heels. She stripped down, her youthful body and all its hormones were in charge and Shane was all too willing to make love to his fiancé.

Rosie took in his body as much as her own changed one as she slipped onto their bed and eased back, spreading her legs open for him. “Oh God” she moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her moist and throbbing pussy.

It felt natural and familiar to her; like they had been together for years, yet also so exciting and new; something she hadn’t done in years.

Her body ached for him “Deeper…harder…comeon…comeon…comeon…God Yes!”

When Shane entered her, she gasped. Her eyes popped open and she clutched at him, holding him in tight as he thrust “I have an IUD!” She realized. “I have it…I must have missed that swapping between us” she thought “Not like Mom needs it now haha”

As Rosie lay back, sweat glistening off her pert breasts, her pussy throbbing with satisfaction, holding Shane in her arms, Katherine gave in to her base craving.

“Can I get a pack of Newport Menthols?” she asked the clerk at the 7-11 at the corner of what was now the end of her street again.

Kat had grown up in the house at 190 Lincoln Street. Now she was back and it was just her living there. Angela was living on her own and she knew all too well where Rosie was.

“That’ll be $6.24 Ma’am” the college aged kid told her.

“Thank You honey” she replied as she dug into her purse. She still had a lighter in there as she pulled out ones and a quarter.

Walking slightly hunched over without even realizing it, she returned to her car to drive home.

Once inside the very familiar house, she took off her heeled boots and felt the pain in her feet.

“My feet, my knees, my hips, my back, my shoulders…everything hurts” she said shaking her head. She took her time walking through the house until she found herself in her bedroom. A picture of Angela was on one side of her dresser and the picture of Rosie and Shane together was on the other side.

What surprised her the most was when she took a seat on the side of her bed and closed her eyes.

Her eyes popped wide open and she got up “No, no, no, no, no” she kept repeating as she grabbed the pack of cigarettes and her lighter and headed for the back door.

Standing outside on her back deck, she lit up and took a deep drag in, calming her nerves. “I didn’t just see that” she told herself but she couldn’t clear the visions that were coming to her. Seeing Rosie and Angie as little girls, holding them as infants, being in labor with them “No…I’m not really their Mom. I’m 28 damnit!”

But all she could see was herself pregnant; twice!

“At least my face is familiar and young in my memories” she told herself as she finished off one and then another cigarette.

The wedding was a month away.

The next day, Angela picked up her sister Roseanne for her second to last fitting.

“Come on Rosie” she texted as she pulled up in front of the building “Appointment is at 11”

Even though Angela was 25, she had always been the most mature of all three of them. Always on time, always following the rules and meticulous in her details; this had been her show all along.

Rosie came out putting her black hair up into a bun on top of her head “Sorry I’m late” she apologized as she got in.

“Thanks for getting dressed up” Angela said taking in her big sister’s sweats.

“Oh um…yeah…I mean I’m changing clothes anyway so…” Rosie said buckling up.

She had been reluctant to get out of bed; she was so cozy snuggled up with Shane.

“Please tell me you went online and set the menu” Rosie said.

“Of course I did. The bar set up is ready too and since you and Mom couldn’t decide on centerpieces, we’re just going with the ones the center already has”

“Oh yeah, those will be fine” Rosie admitted. “It’s Mom you know…she’s all over the place”

“She always has been” Angela said. “Oh Honey…you’re going to look so fabulous” she said doing a spot on impression of Katherine.

Rosie just laughed “I can’t wait to see how the dress is coming”

“One more fitting after this, the last day one” Angela reminded her.

“I’m so excited!” Roseanne admitted.

“I know you are; it’s your day to shine!” Angela reminded her.

“A bride on her wedding day…” she said out loud “I finally get to experience it” she added just to herself “Thanks Mom haha!”

Rosie took a deep breath in and let it out; the tight corset top fit her lithe and trim chest firmly. Her shoulders and arms were bare and just below her hips, the dress opened up “Perfect” she said.

“Perfect” echoed Angela.

“Perfect” the seamstress nodded.

While her daughters shopped, Katherine worked. She was a Supervisor now; 35 years’ experience made her head nurse on her orthopedic ward. Her daughter was now stuck on crappy night shifts in the ER; at least she had that going for her.

Both women fell into their routines, even though Katherine really had to sneak around to not give up that she was back smoking again.

They texted each other and saw each other a few times in the next three weeks; they both realized they were powerless to swap back. Whatever had changed them in the first place would decide if and when they went back.

By Wednesday of the big week; both worked their last shifts, taking vacation time over the last few days of buildup.

Katherine got up on Thursday morning and got dressed in a pair of black slacks and a green top. She added an infinity scarf, her favorite hoop earrings and her favorite pair of black ankle boots. She was going to meet her daughter’s at the dress shop for the final fitting before they went to the venue to get the final table lay out and seating chart.

One thing hadn’t changed; Katherine still thought all this was a pain but she had to be there to support her girls’.

She had her own dress already picked out; a dark purple with long sleeves and cut just below her knees along with a pair of black pumps.

“I feel like such a tag along” she said as Angela and Rosie talked and did their thing.

“You’re not Mom” Angela told her “We want you here for all of this”

“Yeah, even if we both know that you really don’t want to be here” Rosie added with a kidding laugh and a wink.

“Watch yourself young lady” Katherine said wagging a finger at her oldest daughter and winking in return.

Katherine gasped and nearly cried when she saw Roseanne in her wedding dress “You look so gorgeous honey” she told her and the big wide grin on Rosie’s face said it all in return.

Later on, while Angela was running the show at the reception venue, Rosie leaned over and whispered “Are you doing okay Mom?”

“I am…I’ve accepted it” Katherine said gripping her daughter’s hand and smiling reassuringly. “This is your day now; not mine. I’m just the Mother of the Bride”

Roseanne’s heart swelled at hearing the words “Thanks Mom” she said and began to tear up.

“You deserve this day and all the happiness that comes with it” Katherine said as they huddled together.

Rosie cried freely “But you gave up so much; how can you be happy?”

“Motherhood is all about sacrifice honey…or have you forgotten that?” Katherine told her “It’s okay. You’ll have kids of your own one day and you’ll learn” she winked again.

“What are you two bawling about?” Angela asked coming up “We still have to check on the rehearsal dinner…let’s go you two!”

Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny. Angela and all the bridesmaids showed up at 9 in the morning for a 4 o’clock ceremony.

They had manicures and pedicures and generally fussed over their hair and makeup until they got dressed and began all the numerous photos.

Katherine woke up by herself and drank coffee and smoked until she needed to get ready. She showered and did her own simple makeup and styled her hair.

She got dressed in her nice dress and headed over to the photo session much closer to 2.

Moving into the back room at the church softly on her black pumps; she caught a glimpse of Roseanne looking radiant in every picture with her bridesmaids and her flower girl. Her heart swelled seeing her so beautiful.

As soon as Roseanne caught a glimpse of dark purple, she knew. Her heart swelled as well and she rushed over to her Mom in tears.

“Don’t ruin your makeup honey” Katherine told her as they embraced.

“This is industrial waterproof shit I’ve got slathered on my face today” Rosie replied.

“You look gorgeous; the most beautiful bride ever” Katherine told her hugging her even tighter. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing heels”

Roseanne lifted the hem of her dress and pointed her toe. Her open toed white heels showed off her blue painted toes which she wiggled playfully.

“Special occasions only do I wear heels” Rosie teased.

“This day is the most special of both our lives” Katherine said.

By now the photographer had come over and started to get candid shots before he posed them and then posed them with Angela.

“Both my gorgeous girls” Katherine said and the smile on Rosie’s face waned a bit

“This isn’t right” she thought “This isn’t…I should be saying those things about Kat and Angie”

Their eyes met briefly before the smile returned and the pictures continued.

Katherine snuck away and went to the back of the church to greet people as they arrived. She would walk herself down the aisle when the time came.

She sat in the second row beaming with pride as Rosie said her vows.

The reception was a whirlwind of dancing, drinking, food and talking.

Rosie was sweaty and exhausted by the time the show was wrapping up around midnight.

Katherine walked up to her, pumps in hand and sat down next to her. She patted her on the leg “Well kiddo; you made it through. What a day and what a party”

“I know…it was the best day” Rosie said turning to her Mom “It should have been yours”

“No; it shouldn’t have. This was you” Katherine told her “Don’t you dare end this day feeling sad and sorry for me”

Rosie smiled “Now I have to ask you for something only a daughter can ask her Mom”

“What’s that honey?”

“I have to pee. Can you help me get out of this thing enough to go to the bathroom” Rosie laughed.

“Of course honey” Katherine got up and off they went.

Once inside the bathroom, Katherine locked the door behind them

No word was said. No wish was made. Once it was the two of them together and alone; both Kat and Roseanne felt a warm tingle run through them; wash over them and they knew; they just knew.

Their eyes met. Roseanne’s welled up yet again “Oh honey” she said, her hands coming up to her mouth. She watched in awe as Kat’s hair began to brighten in color and thicken. The grays vanished as her hair took on a lustrous brown once again.

“Is it?! Is it really happening?!” Kat said touching her hair.

Roseanne nodded vigorously, “It is Honey! You’re going to be young again! You’re getting your life back. Your years back.”

The lines on her face began to fade as her skin’s elasticity returned. Her cheeks rose up nice and full, her double chin tucked up and in as her nose became fleshier. Kat’s face was rejuvenating; her lips plumped up and her teeth strengthened, her eyesight began to focus in stronger and colors bloomed before her eyes. The faint ringing sound that had been in her ears and head for the last month finally finished up. 

“Mom!” Kat yelled out in surprise and happy shock.  She pointed as Roseanne’s black hair began to gray at the temples and lift up shorter, dulling in color and luster as it did. “It certainly was fun while it lasted” she gave Katherine a knowing wink and nod “But I need; no, we need to go back to how things should be”

“You got your day; you got your big show and the chance to be the bride in focus for everyone to see” Kat added.

Rosie nodded as lines etched across her forehead, around her eyes and at her mouth as her eyes weakened and appeared to shrink down smaller as her face aged. Her cheeks sagged and her chin drooped. Her jaw slackened as her age began to return to her. “This all feels all too familiar to me…getting my real face back, my real age back”

She patted her neck as the skin loosened and managed a smile.

Rosie’s shoulders sagged under the weight of the wedding dress as she stooped forward. Her upper arms plumped, bare and exposed as her hands thickened and veins returned to prominence.

Kat’s hands smoothed and a nice manicure spread over her nails as they thinned back down. Her hands no longer hurt as her arms trimmed and toned back up under her purple dress. She tensed her muscles feeling them react and answer her call. She splayed out her narrow and smooth fingers as her diamond reappeared on her left ring finger and then, it was joined by a simple gold wedding band.

Roseanne put her hand out, now bare. Her knuckles thicker and with more lines and marks on them “You’re a married woman now!”

Kat’s breasts rose up, shrinking down smaller as they regained their bounce and pertness. She playfully grabbed them and gave them a squeeze before bursting out in laughter.

Her stomach flattened and her hips narrowed “No longer childbearing hips I tell you what” Kat joked.

“But you know what; a woman can hope they spread back out” Roseanne said “I’m in great shape to be a very helpful Grandma”

Kat’s ass tightened back up into the round perky ball it had been as her thighs returned to their slim athletic build. All the way down her legs, she felt energy returning. Even her feet no longer hurt. She looked down to them as her bare toes straightened out, her pedicured nails turning blue atop pale smooth feet.

Underneath the elaborate wedding dress, Roseanne’s breasts sagged and grew larger; her stomach puffed out pressing against the corset top along her belly and sides. Her hips spread and her ass grew larger and soft, much more befitting a middle aged woman’s physique.

“All the extra pounds are coming back” Roseanne said as she squirmed a bit against the tightening dress “The aches and pains that I deserve; not you. It was nice to not have them for a month, I’d almost forgotten how annoying they really are”

Rosie lifted up the hem of her dress as she felt the changes travelling down her legs. She watched the firmness leave her legs. Her legs were becoming rougher and yet also softer all the way down. Veins showed atop her feet as they too began to change back. Her blue painted toes crooked a bit with age, rough patches appeared at her heels and a simple red polish came onto her toes.

They looked at each other and gasped as in the blink of an eye, Kat found herself now encased in a tight wedding dress and Roseanne was now wearing the conservative purple dress of the Mother of the Bride.

“Honey” Roseanne said as she felt a light go out and a dryness settle in. She pressed down hard against her abdomen and raised her eyebrows.

“Oh God” Kat replied blushing as a flame ignited in her; reinvigorating all her energy and youthfulness.

They took a step back; they had swapped back. Kat was young again and Roseanne was back to being her Mom again.

They grabbed each other in a full on embrace and held on for minutes as they both cried it out.

A banging on the door and Angela’s voice on the other side made them break apart “Come on! You can’t lock the door this isn’t funny, I’ve got to go!”

Roseanne shuffled to the door “Hold your panties on girl! We were just trying to get a moment of privacy”

Angela laughed as the door open “Hey Mom!” she rushed past and into a stall.

“I don’t even have to go anymore” Roseanne joked.

“Haha…me either” Kat said. She nodded and smiled to her Mom and walked out looking for her husband. She found Shane standing by the bar talking to the last few reaming guests.

Kat grabbed him with such pent up force that she actually lifted him off the ground. She spun him around and kissed him as passionately as ever “Now…about that wedding night…”