“You are so uptight! You need to relax a bit…I can’t believe I raised such an intense young woman” Barbara Collins said sitting back and crossing her legs on her daughter’s sofa. She took a sip from her drink and satisfied with the amount of alcohol in it, closed her eyes.

“Mom…you just don’t get it, I know that…we’re just…very different people” Amanda Collins replied. Her lips tight, her foot tapping, her arms crossed “My career is very important to me”

“I know it is honey but you just seem like you never relax” Barbara said.

“And don’t you dare mention your crazy cockamamie scheme to me yet again” Amanda rolled her eyes hard.

“It’s not crazy. If you’d just let me show you. I could demonstrate it in absolutely no time. You just refuse to believe it would work” Barbara laughed.

Amanda laughed sarcastically “Oh ho ho…No…I have absolutely no interest in swapping bodies with you Mother. Sorry…it sounds crazy; it is crazy. It’s physically impossible and the fact that you mention it to me like once a week just drives me nuts!”

“I just mention it as a way for you to get some rest. You’ll never relax if you stay like this and you’ll be dead of a heart attack by 40. A week as me would simply be a much needed vacation for you” Barbara said calmly.

“And then what is it for you? A chance to destroy my job? Get me fired for being a drunk slacker?”

Haha…is that what you actually think about your own Mother? No honey. I would show you that you can still do your job and live your best life possible, just with so much less stress. And…it would be a chance for me to have one last week to be young again. A chance to relive a bit of my youth. A week of being young and beautiful again”

“Oh Mother…you’re very beautiful” Amanda said.

“I’m 56 honey” Barb laughed “And yet you’re only 24 and you act so much older than me”

“I know how old we are” Amanda said finally taking a seat in the chair across. While Barb was laid back, Amanda sat perched at the front of her seat, her knees together, her hands folded on her lap, and her heeled feet tapped.

“See! You never simply relax…you can’t even kick back in a chair!” Barbara prodded.

“No…just no Mother. Being my own Mother and watching you be me…it’s just…weird! Too weird for me!” Amanda waved it off yet again. Switching bodies had been brought up at least a dozen times by Barbara in the last few months and Amanda just couldn’t understand why.

Barbara gently moved her head, a sly smirk on her face “Oh don’t be such a prude dear”

Amanda looked shocked “I’m not a prude! I just can’t wrap my head around being my own Mother! Having the body that gave birth to me as my own” she shivered “Let alone we’d be swapping ages! You’d be 24, I’d be 56…” she trailed off.

Barbara was actually quite proud; this was the longest and most her daughter had engaged in even talking about the subject “I’m breaking through” she thought “Don’t overplay your hand”

“It would just be a nice break. I could send you on a vacation in your own body but you’d just work the whole time; you’d just be sitting on a beach in a floppy hat with your laptop out. If I take away all the reasons you overwork…i.e. being you…then you could relax and enjoy yourself”

“Enjoy a week in your body” Amanda said flatly.

“What? I’m in great shape! Sure a few wrinkles, a few aches and pains, a few gray hairs” she waved them all off dismissively as she stood up and began to dance slowly. She moved her hips around while laughing.

“You’re absolutely ridiculous Mom” Amanda said deadpan.

“You’d get to be taller” Barbara added “Eh…5 inches taller honey…” she laughed again.

“Stop!” Amanda said but she was smiling and laughing now.

Barbara looked at her daughter. Amanda was a very petite 5’2”. She was thin but had curves and a very pert and perky chest. They shared the same light brown hair albeit with some major differences. While Amanda’s was long and wavy halfway down her back, Barbara’s was cut in a short tousled shag and speckled with gray.

They also both had the same light blue eyes. It was just that Amanda had no lines around hers.

Amanda looked at her Mother standing across from her so casually. She knew she’d end up looking like her anyway except for the fact that her Mom was 5’7”. She’d eventually get her wrinkles and her glasses; now she hoped she wouldn’t get her delusional belief in magic. “I’ve seen your pictures when you were my age” Amanda said.

“I know…there’s no denying that you are my child. My hair was even that length for a while when that was the style” Barbara said. “For me, it’s flashback…for you, a flash forward. You’re going to look like this eventually” Barbara added putting Amanda’s thoughts into words.

Amanda smirked “You might as well try it out for a week so it won’t come as a shock to you” Barbara further pushed.

“Enough Mother” Amanda said.

Barbara smiled “I’ll get out of your hair. Let you relax however you do” she said slipping her feet into her flats and putting on her light jacket.

“I’ll see you later” Amanda said walking her Mom to the door and giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Bye honey” Barbara said returning the kiss. She patted her daughter’s soft hair and smiled as she left.

“That was by far the longest she’s talked about it…she’s definitely thinking about it; it’s starting to work. She’ll eventually do it” she thought, her stomach aflutter.

Barbara stopped by her daughter’s a few days later. She didn’t mention swapping this time but could feel Amanda’s eyes upon her in a different way; a more examining way. As she was getting ready to leave, it was Amanda who breeched the subject.

Amanda watched her Mom slip on her flats and she said “You’d have to wear heels if you were me, you know that right?”

Barbara’s heart jumped. She smiled “Of course I would! I’d wear heels every single day if I were you”

“I haven’t seen you wear heels in years” Amanda added.

“You won’t need them as much if you were me. It’s the extra height you’d get naturally” she winked but didn’t press it any further.

Barbara walked out ecstatic “She is definitely thinking about it!”

“I just need to catch her on the right day…she’s got it in her head”

Amanda watched her Mom leave. She heard her car start up and pull out before she sighed and slumped way down “I am so tired” she said to the empty room.

She walked to her bathroom and stood in front of her mirror “Maybe Mom is right. Maybe I am too uptight. Maybe I do need a break but…changing into her?! Why is that my only alternative?” she chuckled to herself.

She reached into the top drawer of the vanity. Her Mom had left a pair of glasses at her house in case of an emergency and now Amanda put them on. “Whoa” she said reaching out for the countertop. Her vision was blurry looking through her Mom’s glasses but she adjusted enough to see her face in the mirror with them on.

“Damn her! Now I’m actually thinking about it!” she took the glasses off and stomped her foot.

She went about her evening. She made some food and then went onto her computer and read emails “If I were in her place, I’d have my feet kicked up drinking right now” she thought before chiding herself “Stop it! It’s crazy! You cannot change places with her!”

Later, Amanda was twirling a long strand of hair around her finger “Couldn’t do this with Mom’s short hair” crept into her mind.

She made a face and closed her computer, got up and walked around her apartment, pacing quickly “I can’t believe I’m thinking like this. I need to go to bed”

Sleep was a long time coming.

That night after a very long day at work, Barbara swung by and Amanda wasn’t unhappy that she did.

“Hi Honey…happy Friday” Barb said in a sing song voice coming inside.

“Hey Mom…come on in. Can I get you a drink?” Amanda asked.

“Only if you’ll have one with me tonight” Barbara answered kicking off her shoes and heading to the kitchen.

“Already on it” Amanda answered “Two Gin and Tonics coming up”

“Well, well, well…I am glad to see this honey. Rough day?” Barb asked.

Amanda just raised her eyebrows saying everything she needed to say in the gesture.

“Then let’s drink up honey” Barb laughed.

“Cheers” Amanda said slinking her glass off the one she had just handed to her Mother.

Barbara felt warm and not just from the alcohol. A sense of possibility was building in her “This could finally be the night” she thought taking a sip and noting that Amanda took a gulp.

Amanda grimaced as she swallowed a large amount of gin “Mmm…I needed that” she said.

“I can see haha” Barbara played it cool for the time being.

They took their drinks into the living room and sat down “You may be right about me being too uptight” Amanda said.

Barbara smiled and leaned back “Finally! Hallelujah!”

“And where is it getting me?” Amanda continued “They don’t even appreciate me there” she shook her head.

“Oh I’m so sorry honey” Barbara said, trying to keep her calm as best she could.

“It…it’s fine” Amanda said quietly as she took another drink. She sighed heavily “Well…”

“Well what honey?” Barbara answered coyly.

“Well aren’t you going to bring up the fact that all my problems could go away if I would simply switch places with you?”

Barbara smiled. She couldn’t help how wide it grew. It showed off how deep the lines on her face were and Amanda really noticed how soft and flabby her neck was as well.

“Well now that you mention it…” Barbara began.

“I’ll do it” Amanda said succinctly. “I’m ready for you to show me that you’re not crazy and you’d better do it fast before I lose my nerve and change my mind”

“Can I just ask why did you change your mind? You had dismissed this at every turn”

“Well you’re quite the saleswoman I guess. I kept thinking about it and finally I just thought, Fine, what the heck” Amanda said.

“I am so happy that you did. You have no idea…!” Barb said.

“No, I do know” Amanda said finishing off her drink in a final large gulp. “So how does this work?”

“It’s a spell” Barbara said “We need to be holding hands when I say it” She put her hands out and Amanda took them.

“Do I need to say anything?” Amanda asked.

“No. I need you to close your eyes and picture me. You need to have me in your mind while saying my name over and over so say Barbara Lynn Collins and just picture me” Barb told her.

“Okay…I will” Amanda said as she closed her eyes and did as she was told.

Barb swallowed, she was shaking she was so excited “Two people wish to swap their bodies. Barbara Lynn Collins and Amanda Elizabeth Collins shall swap. They will have each other’s bodies and ages. They will look, act and sound like the other. VALAS GARZA SHANTOO MILAS KIDNAW.

Barbara…Amanda…56…24…swap, swap, swap”

Amanda had pictured her Mom and said her name over and over as she heard her speak. At the last nonsense word, she felt an electric current race up from her hands; up her arms and out through her entire body. She felt her Mom let go of her hands and say “It’s cast. You can open your eyes now”

Amanda opened her eyes expecting to see her own face in front of her “Did it work?”

“Yes. It did. Can’t you feel it working inside of you?” Barb said.

“Um…I guess. I felt a shock and now I feel all warm but you don’t look any different” Amanda said.

“Just give it a moment. You’ll see” Barbara smiled. “I can’t believe she did it!” she thought in her mind.

“Oh. Ok.” Amanda replied. Her age was already beginning to advance and her body was a ticking time bomb about to go off.

Amanda was wearing a tailored black suit. But since she had taken off her heels, the pant legs dragged on the ground and her tiny toes barely poked out from beneath them while her heels kept stepping on the backs and the bottom cuff. She was standing perfectly still when she felt those cuffs slide backwards and pop up, clearing her heels.

“Did my pants just move?” Amanda asked looking down. She rose up on the ball of her right foot, her toes spread out and pressed down “Huh” she said putting her heel back down to the ground but feeling it hit nothing but tile.

“Weird” she said leaning forward. Her hair spilled forward and dangled as she could now see all of her toes and part of the top of her foot.

“No. It’s working” Barbara said smiling wide.

“No!” Amanda said. She flipped her hair back and looked directly across to her Mom immediately noticing that something was off. It was her sightline that was off “Mom?” she said.

Barbara just nodded slowly “For now” she replied.

“Are we…?”

Barb nodded “It looks like it honey! It looks like you’re growing and I feel like I’m shrinking!”

Amanda looked back down. Her pants now came to her ankles. Her heart suddenly took off pounding in her chest “Holy shit this is real!”

“Of course it’s real honey. I told you it was real…you didn’t believe me” Barbara laughed.

As she laughed, Amanda noticed that a line etched in the corner of her mouth smoothed out and vanished. Then another one followed it. “You…you’re getting. Younger”

“Oh am I?!” Barbara laughed “Well if that’s the case, it’s all thanks to you because it means that you; are getting older”

Amanda spun “What?”

“What did you expect dear? We’re switching places. We’re changing bodies with each other. Everything you see on me will be yours and vice versa honey. You’re getting my height but also my age and my entire body with it” Barbara said.

“I didn’t think it was true…but, but…” there was a mirror on the wall next to the door and she went to it. Her pants now riding a bit high on her ankles as she walked. She looked but her face didn’t look much different yet.

“Give it time…it’s working” Barbara added as Amanda turned back to face her.  As she did, her jaw dropped “I mean look at us! We’re the same height!”

Amanda took a moment to realize it was true. She was looking eye to eye with her Mom.

“You might even be slightly taller than me” she added. “Just a smidge right now but destined to grow into a 5 inch gap”

“Oh my God” Amanda said looking across “You hair Mom! It’s getting darker!” Amanda watched as a gray hair turned brown before her eyes.

“Well I would hope so…should start growing out too if it’s going to get to your length and style” Barbara added.

“I, uh…” Amanda’s head was spinning.

“Speaking of which…maybe you should check the bottom length of your hair” Barbara said mischievously raising her eyebrows.

Amanda flipped her hair to the front. It was still at the top of her breasts but she saw it lifting up. Her scalp itched as her hair retreated into it “Where’s it going?”

“It’s pulling up to the point where you’ll have my hairstyle instead of your own” Barb explained simply. She looked down “Looks like those pretty little feet of yours are changing too”

Amanda could feel her feet moving against the floor beneath them. The balls of her feet slid forward. Her heels slipped back, her toes grew longer and thinner. The softness and elasticity seemed to drain from her feet. They thinned and paled as they grew. The tendons popped out more prominently as they lifted up her changing toes. Her nails appeared more prominent, wider and thicker. Simply put; her feet looked older “They’re bigger!” she said initially.

Barbara couldn’t hide her excitement “They’re mine!”

Amanda wiggled her toes. They were surely familiar. They matched up perfectly to the ones still on her Mom’s body just inches away from each other “Size 8 and a half now” Barb informed her “Looks like they grew quite a bit…so mine are going to get much smaller”

“Um…yeah…size 7…sometimes a 6 and a half is fine” Amanda said dazed.

“Oh my gosh so tiny!” Barbara exclaimed.

“It, um, comes with the height” Amanda replied looking down at her Mother who was noticeably shorter than her now.

Barbara could feel her toes creeping back, shrinking down smaller. Her heels pulled inward at the same time the balls of her feet scooted backwards. Her feet plumped. Youthful softness came on them lifting her soles up thicker along with the tops of her feet. Her nails thinned and got smaller atop her smaller toes. Barbara wiggled them similar to the why Amanda had moved hers around upon seeing them change. She bounced on them twice feeling her heels hit the ground softly. Much less of an impact.

They had swapped their first part fully. They now had each other’s feet.

“This isn’t stopping until…” Amanda began.

“Until we are completely each other…head to toe honey, head to toe” Barb confirmed.

“What did I get myself into?” Amanda mumbled.

“Hopefully not as much as I got myself into” Barbara thought. “Being me can’t be that bad” she said.

Amanda gave a polite half smile that didn’t reach the worry in her eyes “Heh…yeah”

“Oh what is it honey…is being older? Is that what you’re worried about?” Barbara asked in a concerned voice.

“Um, yeah…that. And just…everything else. I mean…” Amanda’s voice lowered “I’m turning into my Mother for real”

“And I’m becoming my own daughter but you don’t see me upset like you are” Barbara added in smiling again.

“That’s because you’re getting younger and prettier” Amanda thought but didn’t say as she felt her leg muscles tense up. Her Mom looked quite short to her “Did we stop growing and shrinking?”

“We might have…I don’t have that sinking feeling going on in my stomach anymore so I might be done” Barb said looking down at the ground.

“Yeah, the floating sensation is dying down for me” Amanda added “This is weird being the taller of us. I always wanted to catch up to you when I was little but I never did”

“You did now!” Barbara encouraged her. “There’s plenty of good things about being me”

Amanda again flashed her half smile. She pulled up the bottoms of her pant legs exposing what was now looking like the legs of an old lady. The flawless and smooth skin was gone. Small bumps and the blue lines of veins could now be seen much clearer on her rougher skin. She dropped the pant legs covering her calves up again and she stared at her older feet, frozen in place.

Barbara began to move. “What are you doing Mom?” Amanda asked her Mom, seeing her undressing next to her.

“I’m curious okay…I want to see this happening…it’s a once in a lifetime thing! Getting to see your body physically change before your eyes; I’m going to watch this. It’s not like I’m not going to know what your body looks like naked. I’m going to know everything about your body soon enough”

“Ew…don’t…don’t put it like that okay Mom” Amanda replied.

“Still uptight” Barbara tsked and shook her head removing her pants. “I honestly hope I can keep most of my personality in you”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Amanda replied a bit put off.

“It means that you’re a stick in the mud!” Barbara said standing in just her panties below the waist “You know what? You should be the older of us because you already act like an old lady…you act older than the 56 years you’re going to be”

“I do not!” Amanda shot back offended.

“Yes…you do” Barba sad now taking off her top.

Amanda was getting an eyeful. The stretchmarks on her thighs; the sagging inner thigh skin; the pockets of fat on her hips, the small pot belly and wrinkles…so, so many wrinkles. But the thing was; her Mom’s skin was tightening up. Those stretch marks were fading and becoming lighter and her skin was filling back out and now the curiosity was killing her.

Amanda began to undo her pants “Fine…I’m not afraid if you’re not. Let’s watch”

Barb laughed “Good for you! Now we’re talking!”

The changes were moving up their legs. Barb’s knobby calves smoothed out nicely rounding off with bright soft skin. Her knees bulged slightly as they shifted before settling back into place.

Barb’s thighs began to fill out. The pockets of cellulite cleared up; the skin on her inner thighs tightened up and pulled taut as even a bit more fat filled in to give her more curve than she had originally had.

“Wow!” Barbara said as she wrapped her hands around her left thigh “Oh My Gosh…it feels so firm…I had forgotten what it’s like to have a 24 year old body. Just how tight everything is” she was smiling wide again.

Amanda pursed her lips and ran her tongue over her clenched teeth trying to not lose it. A rising sense of panic was gripping her nerves. She controlled her breathing for a few ins and outs feeling a dull ache settle into her knees. They popped as her kneecaps shifted.

Amanda looking down at her hybrid legs; hers on top and her Mom’s on the bottom. That look only lasted a few seconds as the changes moved up to her thighs.

Her skin slackened especially on the inner halves. Pockets of cellulite began to bubble up and take form on the backs and sides even as her muscle and fat lessoned and her thighs slimmed down. The bumps and lines of age appeared; a star pattern of blood vessels swapped places from her Mom’s left thigh to her own.

“The details…everything down to the smallest little details are even changing” Barb said as her skin cleared.

Barb’s eyes fluttered and she let out a moaning “Ohhhhh” Her knees buckled and she blushed as she stood back up straight.

“Are you okay Mom?” Amanda asked.

“Yes dear, I just felt an OH!” Barb staggered. Her hands went to the front of her panties and pressed down.

Amanda saw distress on her Mom’s face initially then a totally different look took over; hormonal ecstasy. “Shit Mom are you?”

Barbara bit her bottom lip restraining herself from moaning out as incredible intense pressure built up. “Mmmmmm” she hummed and hopped up and down still pressing down.

Underneath her fingers; her vagina and vulva shifted and changed, plumping up with blood flow and life. It had been 4 years since menopause and everything suddenly revitalized and kicked into a super high gear. Inside, her uterus lining built up thick and strong. Her fallopian tubes widened and ovaries began to produce eggs; eggs bearing a different DNA pattern than what they had originally produced. Barb was no longer producing her own eggs, but the eggs that had been Amanda’s.

“Mother!” Amanda said as she saw the wet spot spreading across her Mom’s panties.

“I can’t…” she shuddered and shivered; her body wracking with spasms “Can’t help it…it’s…oh God!” Barb said as her clitoris puffed up, vibrating on high all on its own “Fuck!”

Amanda’s jaw dropped seeing her Mom come to orgasm just standing there. Barbara bent forward and went to her knees. She threw her head back panting, her hand rubbed, she was unable to contain herself.

Barbara felt the waves of pleasure washing over her until her muscles clenched and she came. She slumped, sweating and panting, unable to stand momentarily, overcome by pure physical pleasure.

“Seriously?!” Amanda said incredulous at what she had just watched.

Her own body was going in the opposite direction. The drive and desire was lessening as her body aged. Feelings dulled, sensations shifted before she felt a curious tingle in her panties. Her vaginal lips thinned and dried. Her vulva closed up smaller as it shifted shape. Her clitoris seemed to hum momentarily giving her a few chills before it quickly died down “You don’t see me making a big scene like you” she scolded.

Inside, Amanda’s ovaries stopped. The eggs vanished without a trace and her fallopian tubes narrowed. Her uterine walls thinned and shut down active production. Her estrogen levels adjusted throughout her body and she got a new chill that made her shiver. She simply reset her feet and tugged on her panties, adjusting them slightly.

“You don’t get it” Barb smiled slowly getting to her feet and shaking her head.

“No…I guess I just don’t” Amanda replied.

“Your stuff just aged and slowed down but mine…” her smile spread “Mine just took off in a white hot rage”

Amanda blushed now realizing that something fundamental had changed in her. A feeling was lost and others had dimmed significantly “I…I’ll think about all that later” she looked away.

Barbara took in a deep breath, held it, then exhaled as she felt her hips and ass begin to move.

Barbara’s hips and ass were, for lack of a better term, lumpy and flat. Her ass had flattened out as she aged, dragging down with time and gravity. Being naturally skinny, she never had much and neither did her daughter, but, at least Amanda’s was high, a nice round and small bump.

Barb’s ass began to lift up. It tightened; muscles forming, making it perky and pert. The skin once again smoothed forcing the cellulite deep down just like on her thighs.

Her hips followed suit; pulling up tighter. The little packets of fat smoothed out into a nice curve, accentuating her lower half’s transformation and rejuvenation.

Barb bit her bottom lip again and popped her ass muscles. Once…she giggled. Twice she added “Pop POP!” and laughed then she began to bounce it and twerk.

“Mother!” Amanda yelled shocked “I don’t do that! Don’t use my body like that!”

Barb smirked and cocked her head “Well technically…it’s my body now honey”

Amanda’s jaw dropped. Then her ass dropped.

“Ah!” she exclaimed as her hands flew behind her just in time to feel her ass slouch and droop. It felt soft and flabby where she could get ahold of anything. Mostly, it was flatter and lower than before.

“Whatever…just…just don’t embarrass the shit out of me” Amanda said shaking her head visibly upset. Her hips shifted and pulled. Pockets of fat appeared, pockmarking her hips, making them softer even as the skin got rougher.

A few stretch and age marks now wormed their way over her hips and crept up her inner thighs “Oh dear lord” she said softly.

“I’m just taking advantage of my increased muscle tone is all” Barb said “It’s not like I’m going to quit your job and get a new one as a stripper!” she laughed as Amanda’s mouth tightened and shrank down small in anger and fear.

“You so need this” Barbara said “You might loosen up in my skin”

“Loose skin…yeah…seems to be a specialty over here” Amanda replied pinching some loose skin on her thigh.

Barb shook her finger playfully as she smiled. “Aging really takes its toll on you”

“So what do you call what you’re going through then?” Amanda asked.

“Youthening…regressing…rejuvenating…I don’t know. Do I look like a thesaurus?” she laughed “I just know it feels really good”

“Why do I think you’re getting the best of this deal? You sold it to me like it would be a vacation for me but yet all I’m getting is older. You’re recapturing your youth. Every single part of your body has gotten smaller or firmer…I think you really wanted to do this all along. You just needed me to get on board and once I finally relented; Boom. There you are taking my life and giving me yours in return”

“Now honey. Yes, I’ll admit to wanting this. I even said that when I first brought it up. It’s a chance for me to re-experience my youth for a little bit. I was honest about that and hello, it’s a body swap. What did you think was going to happen to your body going from 24 to 56? You are swapping bodies with your Mom. You’re acting surprised now?!” Barb replied.

“No, um…no…I get it” Amanda said feeling her waist begin to move. “It’s just…”

“It’s just reality has hit home. You feel it, you see it, you’re living it. It’s real now” Barb said.

Amanda nodded.

“Then just relax” Barbara told her “Lean into it…enjoy the ride. You only get to do this once!”

Amanda lifted her top. It was a white shell top and now she took it off over her head. She shrugged and smiled “Ok…I’m into it”

“There you go”

“Yeah…my mind is just…”

“No. Really…there you go” Barbara said pointing at Amanda’s stomach as it puffed out into a little middle aged pot belly.

“Oh!” Amanda’s hands went to it and she let her fingers rise up as her belly grew. Dark stretch marks wove their way in, burrowing lines into her flesh stretching down into the top of her panties and she could feel the slight rivulets they made as they did. “It’s just so sudden. So different…you’re supposed to age gradually not over the course of a few minutes”

“Well, we’re not like everyone else” Barb said happily “We’re switching bodies”

Barbara’s loose skin around her sides tightened up first. Her waist sucked in just before her stretch marks faded, faded, faded away. She smirked as her small round little belly began to constrict. The fat melted away until a flat and smooth stomach remained. Her belly button even looked better and tighter and she quickly poked a finger in it.

“This skin is so soft and moist…it’s simply gorgeous” Barb gushed. Her back began to squeeze inward as it too changed into Amanda’s. It felt stronger and more secure; her posture improved immediately.

Amanda felt a pain in her lower back just above her right hip. Her hand went to rub it and she felt her skin move more than before and despite the rubbing; the pain got worse “Well that must make you feel better”

Barbara shimmied “Pain free” she admitted.

“Wow” Amanda said raising her eyebrows shocked. A dull ache settled into her shoulder blades and she rolled her shoulders up feeling the difference. She also noted that all this time, her hair had been steadily lifting. It was now up to the top of her shoulders while her Mom’s hair was brushing her bare shoulders across from her.

The sight of her Mom’s chest caught her. A flat and smooth stomach but wrinkled and saggy breasts but no sooner did she think it and it began to change.

“I believe we both wear a 32B bra right?” Amanda asked.

“That’s my size yes” Barbara replied.

“But we wear them quite differently” Amanda added.

“Yeah” Barbara chuckled “And those ways are about to flip”

Amanda’s chin dipped to her chest. Much less hair got in her way; it barely dangled down as wrinkles began to pop out in her cleavage. The skin on her chest felt like it was being folded up and smushed together.

For Barbara it was like someone grabbed all her excess skin and pulled it taut. Bounciness returned to her skin and her cleavage look became smooth.

The real bounce began in her breasts. A sharp tingle took ahold as her breasts began to lift up all on their own defying gravity and filling up her cups with invigorated perkiness.

Barba grabbed for them and moaned at their enhanced sensitivity and form “Just like new” she whispered.

Amanda had a sense of deflating. Her breasts sagged downward settling lower into her cups. She felt it in her sides and her back even as gravity took its toll. She also felt a tingle, but hers was more like a numbness, like when your hand falls asleep. It prickled and passed, leaving just a pair of saggy, middle aged tits on her wrinkly chest.

Amanda lifted them. She put her hands beneath them and forced them up but it just accentuated their age and wrinkled skin before she let go and let them drop.

“Shit” Amanda murmured looking down at her changed body.

Her shoulders tightened and her arms felt funny; weaker than normal as her strength sapped away from her and transferred to her Mother. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Barbara slowly lifting up her arms with a surprised look on her face.

Barbara couldn’t contain her excitement. She really hadn’t been trying to all along but as she felt strength pulse through her arms and felt her muscles twitching and pulling, her smile came out again.

“Wow…look at these guns” she said as the loose flabby upper arms she had been sporting turned into a pair of sleek and formed arms. She even gave them a minor flex as she laughed.

As Amanda felt her strength draining away, everything in her arms went slack. Muscles turned to flab, her skin went loose and suddenly she found herself with a pair of flappy wings; the hallmark of being old.

With her saggy breasts, her pushed out belly, her skinnier legs, and her flat ass, Amanda looked 56. Every sign of youthfulness on her body was gone; all of it given away to her Mother who stood by, the very picture of young beauty, a 24 year old in the prime of her life and looks.

Barbara flexed her fingers as the dull ache of years left them. She tightened her hands up into fists even feeling her fingernails dig into the palms of her hands.

Her hands plumped up fuller; the boniness of them left as her fingers filled out and the backs lifted up smooth covering the prominent veins. Her nails thinned and rounded off as they changed shape and turned into her daughter’s hands, fingers and fingernails.

A quick pain hit Amanda’s hands. “Ow!” she exclaimed as it settled into a dull ache. She spread her fingers out and watched in shock as they aged into old lady hands.

Her jaw dropped and hung open as veins came up and her skin dropped down thinner. Any subtly and substance in her fingers melted away leaving slender and bony fingers with prominent joints in their wake. Her nails thickened and widened on her shrunken fingers and her hands shook ever so slightly even when she tried to keep them still.

They looked at each other. Amanda saw the smug smirk of satisfaction on her Mother’s face; the smile that kept creeping in and spreading wider and wider, the look of joy in her eyes.

Barbara saw the look of shock and fear on Amanda’s tight face. The way her jaw locked and her pressed down lips brought out a bit of white at the edges. The pleading look of helplessness in her eyes along with a bit a resignation.

“This is so…” Amanda fought for the right words “odd”

Barbara cocked her head slightly “Yes…yes it is odd. The ability and chance to swap bodies doesn’t come along everyday dear but I prefer to think of it as amazing”

“I bet you do” Amanda snapped.

“Just remember that it was you who brought it up tonight and agreed to do it” Barb said a bit smugly.