“Hey Ms. Phillips do you know when Gabby will be home? She isn’t responding to my texts” Chase Rowe said to his girlfriend’s Mom.
“Sorry but I don’t” Carla Phillips replied with a sympathetic shrug “I haven’t heard from her. I thought her shift ended at 6 but…I don’t know”
“It’s fine. I was just taking a shot in the dark swinging by here” Chase responded a bit despondently.
“She’s never been the best at keeping anyone in the loop” Carla smiled “She’s a lot like her Father in that way…and you can see how that worked out haha”
Chase smirked at the divorce joke as he walked back to his truck. “Have a nice night”
“You too Chase. I’ll let Gabby know you were looking for her when I see her” Carla said waving as he backed out.
“Nice kid…too bad my daughter can be such a selfish B sometimes” Carla muttered to herself as she stepped out of the house and onto the front step.
The concrete was a bit cold on her small bare feet and she lifted and wiggled her toes as she shoved her hands into her front pockets.
The wind picked up and whipped around Carla’s long brown hair and she had to catch it and tuck it around her ear to the one side that wasn’t catching the wind.
The 46 year old had been divorced for 5 years now, she had dated some but nothing serious. She was average height at 5’5” and thin at just 125 pounds today wearing a pair of jeans cuffed at the bottoms, a gray tank top along with a red and black flannel shirt over top.
Her hair was long and still 95% brown; it was that 5% gray that bothered her. She carried her age well with fine lines showing off her age around greenish gray eyes and a mouth that she had always thought was a bit too big for her face.
Her daughter Gabby was 18 and frankly irresponsible. She wasn’t attending college after her recent high school graduation and had already changed jobs twice since May. Currently she was stocking shelves at Walmart.
“She’s an adult” Carla reminded herself with a sigh “She can do what she wants and she’ll grow up eventually” She added as she went back inside.
Chase drove off disappointed and more than a little bit mad. “Damn she doesn’t care about anyone but her own damn self” he muttered as he headed home.
Chase was 19, he had been dating Gabby for almost a year now while she finished up school and went from one minimum wage job to the next, he had worked at the local warehouse while attending classes at the local community college. “There aren’t even that many places to work at around here; she’s going to burn through all of them by 22 and never get hired again”
He shook his head getting more and more upset. The warehouse work was tough but it paid well because no one wanted to do it. Chase wanted to get out of town eventually but Gabby seemed content to just party her time away, not caring about her future.
“Maybe I should break up with her” he thought “Lord knows I’ve given her plenty of opportunities but I think she’s using me”
He thought hard, facing some things he had been glossing over. He gave her money, let her use his truck, always paid for dinner and movies and concerts. She showed up when it was convenient to her. She blew him off socially when she wanted to be with her friends. He started to wonder if there was even another guy involved as his mind ran.
Chase parked his truck and sat behind the wheel for a moment, strangely enough he saw Gabby’s Mom in his mind. Her kind, understanding smile; she knew what he was going through because she was too. They had a common bond in putting up with Gabby’s selfish ways “Too bad I couldn’t date Carla haha…she seems like a way better catch. Too bad she’s 27 years older than me”
Chase laughed as he got out and walked up to the home she still shared with his parents and younger brothers.
While her boyfriend confronted rather grim realities, Gabrielle Phillips was chugging a beer in the backseat of a car going 90 down an empty highway racing to Austin.
She had gotten off work and changed in the breakroom into a bright blue mini dress and stiletto heels. She had hopped in the back with three friends and raced off to the city for a night of bar hopping with her fake I.D.
It was a typical Tuesday for Gabby.
At around 5 A.M. Wednesday, Carla heard a car pull in and loud, obviously drunk voices beneath her window. The screen door slammed, heavy footsteps made their way up the stairs going to the bathroom first and then to her daughter’s room.
Carla closed her eyes tight “At least she’s home safe” she thought hating herself for not doing more. “I hope she grows up soon; she needs something drastic to make her mature and I’m afraid of what that might be” she thought.
Chase got off work at the warehouse at 3 and headed to Gabby’s house. He couldn’t tell if she was home but decided to stop by anyway. He had knocked once when he saw Carla turn into her driveway.
“Hey Ms. Phillips” he said with a wave.
“Are you checking up on Gabby?” Carla said getting out of her car. Carla was a 3rd grade teacher in town just coming home after work.
“Yes Ma’am…I never did hear from her” Chase said looking down.
“Well I didn’t either but I heard her stagger in around 5” Carla said with a disgusted look on her face as she unlocked the door “You might as well come on in”
Carla went in first and kicked off her simple tan flats. She wore tan pants that Chase saw were rather tight and form fitting along with a simple dark green top.
Together they found a rather spaced out looking Gabby lying on the sofa with a bottle of water resting on her stomach.
“10 hours not enough to tackle this hangover huh?” Carla said coming into the room.
“Ugh…stop please” Gabby said draping an arm over her eyes. She stretched out her long legs until her feet rested on top of the far arm rest.
Remnants of makeup still crusted her face, her hair was a knotted and tangled mess as she wore a simple white tank top and blue cotton shorts. Her cotton mouth was vicious as she took another sip of water “Are you here to lecture me too?” she asked Chase who stood back by the door.
“No” he said softly “I don’t think either of us is going to lecture you”
“But you’re also not going to get my sympathy; you did this to yourself” Carla said as she flipped on a light and went through the mail “You’ve had your chance to sleep it off now it’s time to sit up and deal with it”
“Oh my God Mom” Gabby said softly turning her head away.
“I never heard from you. I was just checking on you on my way home from work” Chase said.
“Good. Your duty is done then. I’m here” Gabby said sarcastically.
Chase snorted a bit wanting to say more “Yeah…I guess I am done…it’s obvious that I’m not important to you” he said and turned on his heel to leave.
Gabby just sighed and chuckled a bit “Talk about a fucking drama queen…who are you my mother? I don’t remember getting married to you. I didn’t think you had that much say over my life dude”
Carla put her hands on her hips, her jaw dropped a bit realizing she was now watching a break up on top of everything else.
“I wish you were more like your Mom. She seems like an actual caring adult unlike you. You need to grow up Gabby. You’re selfish and immature as Hell. You use everyone and you don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself” Chase said.
Gabby now sat up “Get the fuck out of my house you asshole! We’re done!”
“Oh you’re dumping me! Fuck you! I came over here to...God you…I have to ask one last question: Were you sleeping around on me?”
Gabby just raised her eyebrows and licked her lips rocking back on the sofa and putting her feet up “You know it”
Chase exploded “God Damn It! I knew it!”
“I’m sorry Chase” Carla said.
“Stay the fuck out of it Mom!” Gabby said “If you like him so much…you date him…Lord knows you could use a boyfriend…even a useless one like him”
Gabby stood up and laughed. She was 5’9” several inches taller than her Mom but the two did share the same brown hair and green/gray eyes “Too bad he’s too young for you”
“I wish…” Chase stammered as he looked between the two women in the room.
“Wish what?” Gabby had picked up steam “Oh! You wish you actually COULD date my Mom!”
“What I was going to say was that I wish you would get some maturity. Someday, something is going to happen to make you grow up fast and I wish I could see it” Chase said.
Gabby smirked; an evil looking gleam in her eyes. She reached up and took off the necklace that Chase had given to her. The necklace had a Ying/Yang symbol on it that now glinted in the light as she tossed it in the air.
Time seemed to freeze as it dropped to the carpet between her and her Mom’s feet.
No one expected it to suddenly shoot out a bright white light that engulfed the two of them for a moment.
Carla had watched the argument uncomfortably. When her daughter took off the necklace and basically dropped it on the ground in front of them she was expecting Chase to yell or simply leave. What she got was a whooshing sound all around her that felt like she was inside of a tornado for the quickest of seconds accompanied by a blinding light that left her staggered.
“Whoa…what the fuck was that all about?” Gabby said looking around the suddenly silent and still room. She chuckled nervously as her eyes darted around. Something felt off; there was a heavy air to the room and Gabby could feel the hairs on her arms standing up.
Chase was just as confused. He looked at both Gabby and Carla feeling unsettled suddenly. Like something was sitting in the pit of his stomach.
A faint clicking sound started up. All three of them heard it and they all looked around to see where it was coming from.
“What is that?” Gabby said annoyed. She looked down and wrapped her arms around her mid-section protectively.
“You hear it too?” Carla said with her brow furrowed.
Both Chase and Baggy nodded as the clicking got louder. “I think it’s coming from the necklace” Chase said.
Gabby and Carla were closest to it and both bent down barely avoiding knocking their heads together to pick it up. Their fingers touched the locket and each other.
“AH!” Gabby screamed as another burst of light shot upward.
Carla jumped backwards hearing her daughter add in “What the Fuck?!”
Carla shuffled her feet. As she curled her toes against the carpet nervously, the soles of her feet began to plump up and smooth out. The rough dry skin around her heels, healed up as her toes straightened out and her nails thinned. The persistent pain she felt along the ligaments of the bottoms of her feet vanished even though she was too concerned with other things to notice these rather small changes to her own feet.
Gabby too was still mystified by the lights coming from what she thought was just a cheap necklace to notice that her own feet had flattened down. Her arches were no longer as high, her soles were not as thick, her heels were not as smooth, her toes not as straight and her nails not as level.
Changes were beginning in them, Carla’s feet looked quite youthful for a woman her age while Gabby’s portrayed the feet of a much older woman.
“Pick it up” Gabby said to her Mom.
“No! I don’t want to pick it up” Carla replied as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“I don’t trust it” Gabby added in “Why does it keep shooting out light? That shit’s not right!”
As Carla continued to run her fingers through her hair, her fingernails began to grow. She felt the scratch of them against her scalp but once again dismissed it as simply being in need of a trim.
In actuality, her hands were revitalizing and her nails were growing out to be in more of the style of a younger woman; one really who was still almost a girl in her teens. A bright pink polish began to spread across her stronger nails as all bumps and veins that showed her age simply vanished.
Gabby’s hands resided firmly on her hips. Veins began to lift up; small bumps and marks began to come to the surface and her brightly painted orange nail polish faded lighter and lighter only to disappear giving way to plain, thicker nails that shortened down below the ends of her fingertips.
Carla took her hands out of her hair and a flash of bright pink caught the eyes of both Chase and Gabby “What the hell did you do to your fingers Mom?” Gabby said.
“What are you talking about I didn’t do…” Carla began to say lifting her hands up as she did. She stopped in mid-sentence upon actually seeing her hands.
Confusion crossed her face “What the…? What’s going on? These aren’t…I wouldn’t…I don’t have long nails or wear nail polish”
“Um…yeah you do” Gabby said with full attitude.
“Well I can see that but what I mean is…” Carla looked around totally confused.
The changes began to move back through their arms and up their legs.
Gabby’s legs began to thicken. Her calves and thighs filled out. She was by no means fat but additional weight began to build on her body. Small bumps and sun marks began to dot various spots.
An ache began in her right knee. Cartilage wore away creating a bone on bone situation. Her inner thighs softened and came together touching at the top as her blue cotton shorts grew tighter.
Carla’s forearms seemed to shudder. The skin there looked smoother all of a sudden, brighter somehow. Her upper arms, just beginning to get a bit loose tightened back up, the muscles there quivering as the skin rejuvenated.
“What. In. The. World…” Carla said as her eyes traced back up her arms to the short sleeves of her green top.
Gabby looked down at her now big and soft legs “What the hell is going on Mom?! My…my body! It’s changing!”
“Gabby?!?!” Carla looked at her daughter and could tell so many differences all of a sudden combined with her own hands and arms “I think I’m changing too! I don’t understand!”
Gabby’s forearms now looked rougher; her skin was toughening up with age. Her upper arms plumped, the muscles twitched a time a tow and then went lax as bumps and freckles broke over them.
“Ahhhhhh!” Carla jumped again feeling her legs twitch and a tingle begin as her calf muscles tightened and lifted up changing the shape of her legs. The bounce displayed as she landed could only be had in the legs of a much younger woman. Her calves bounced, her knees didn’t ache at all and her already fairly trim thighs tightened up even more, changing to absolutely trim and toned.
“Everything feels soft on me…I feel aches I’ve never felt before” Gabby said panicking.
It hit Carla. “Nothing hurts on me at all…my body feels great! Fantastic even…like it’s…well my body feels like it did when I was…oh…oh no…” dawning horror came over her expression.
“It can’t be that…that’s impossible” Carla said.
“What?! What is it Mom?!” Gabby pleaded.
“I think we’re switching ages” Carla said.
“What?! That’s absolutely impossible! Crazy!” Gabby said.
“But…I don’t know…you said you’re feeling achy and I’m looking at you and I’m like thinking, yeah, your body is like, starting to look like the body of someone older” Carla said.
Gabby’s eyes did a fast up and down over her Mom’s body. Her skin looked fresh and her legs looked better than they had. “No”
“Well then come up with something better to explain what’s happening to us!” Carla said in a surprisingly sarcastic tone.
Gabby was taken aback by both the comment and the very odd sensation of her ass growing.
“Whoa!” she said shifting her feet out wider to accommodate hips that unexpectedly pushed outward.
“What the heck is this?!” she said as she reached behind her. Grabbing through her blue cotton shorts and squeezing, more flesh came underneath her hands with each squeeze.
Her shorts rode up even tighter, her underwear slipped up into her crack as the mounds of flesh that her ass cheeks grew into swallowed them up.
Chase had retreated to the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. He had watched both women’s bodies as they changed. His jaw had worked up and down but no sound had come out. He was frozen but hearing the two of them come to the conclusion that they were exchanging ages made sense from what he was seeing.
“I think it makes sense” he finally said. Both Gabby and Carla turned to him “Your body Gabby…it looks like it belongs on a middle aged woman and Ms. Phillips; you’re looking way younger”
“I fucking knew it!” Carla said as her hips narrowed and her ass began to rise up, lifting up higher and tighter on her body, firming up all around.
“But why?!” Gabby stomped her foot which caused the necklace to rattle.
Gabby eyes widened and met her Mom’s equally wide ones. Both women bent over diving for the necklace.
As Gabby bent forward she felt her stomach slip forward. It had abruptly popped out in a soft belly that now sloughed forward as she bent over. She had never experienced movement from her previously flat and toned stomach so the sensation was entirely foreign to her and it caused her to pop back upright.
Carla’s small pouch of a stomach toned up and trimmed back to entirely flat as she bent down and picked up the necklace “Glow damn it!” she said smacking the pendant on the bottom.
“Mom?!” Gabby said in a quivering, soft and fearful voice.
Carla looked over; their eyes met for a moment before Gabby broke contact to look down at her chest.
Gabby was wearing just a white tank top, no bra and nothing over top of it. Her stomach was pushing out the bottom of her shirt now but more changes were beginning higher up.
The exposed skin atop her chest changed first. It looked darker and rougher and more importantly, it looked looser. That was when Gabby’s shoulders shuddered and her breasts began to grow.
The small, round and pert breasts that were defying gravity in a way that only an 18 year old body could do began to increase in size pushing her thin white tank outward.
Excess flesh began to come out of the sides creating small rolls and gravity did the rest, pulling her larger breasts downward “Ho…Holy shit” Gabby said bringing her hands up and lifting her hefty breasts through her shirt.
Carla’s jaw dropped watching her daughter’s body mature and her breasts grow. Trying to see her for what she was becoming, she could clearly see her daughter’s very different and much older body taking shape.
Carla’s breath hitched in her chest as a tickle made her shimmy her shoulders. Inside her bra she felt her breasts came away from the cups. An intense tingling ran through her breasts and she yanked at the front of her shirt to get a better look. Independent of her bra, her breasts were sitting up pert and perky, not needing the garment to keep them up.
Carla let go of the front of her shirt so she could instead grab them from the front. She felt the bra smoosh back against what were extremely firm boobs on her smooth chest.
“Mom?” Gabby said again but the tone of her voice was very different, more questioning with a twinge of doubt in it.
They stared at each other as their ages exchanged, changing the details of their faces.
Carla’s gray green eyes widened and cleared. Her eyelashes thickened, her eyebrows thickened and her hair began to grow out longer and thicker. The grays vanished in a sea of dark brown as her hair strengthened.
Those few grays migrated to Gabby. Popping out in various places and running the length back as her hair crept up to shoulder length and the front styled differently, a much more fitting look for a more mature woman. Lines crept in around her eyes that now showed a weariness to them. Wide eyed optimism was replaced with time honored truth.
Gabby’s nose broadened and her lips thinned. Her cheeks pulled down slightly as her ears grew out a bit lower. More lines etched in around her mouth and on her cheeks and along her forehead.
The lines on Carla’s forehead filled in completely. The lines around her eyes and mouth also vanished as her nose shrank, her lips plumped, her teeth strengthened and her cheeks rose up.
A fresh blush of natural blush arose on her cheeks as her ears pulled up along with the loose skin of her neck, jaw and chin.
Gabby stared at Carla’s youthful face.
Carla stared at Gabby’s mature face.
Carla had never dropped the necklace again; she still had it clutched in her right hand, it began to heat up and only now Carla looked down at it.
“Ow!” she chirped and dropped it and again it landed on the carpet between their feet.
Gabby’s mouth dropped “N…” was all she managed to get out before a bright flash of light shot out.
Blinking, trying to see again from the momentary blindness, Gabby put her arms out in front of her. Dressed in blue cotton dress pants and a white blouse from her day of work as a 3rd grade teacher, the room slowly started to refocus for her.
Carla, dressed casually in a pair of tan shorts that hugged every inch of her youthful curves along with a super tight dark green tank top that did the same also saw the room slowly coming back into focus. Bright spots of red and blue pocked her vision.
“Mom?” Carla said cautiously.
“Uh…” Gabby said taken aback “Carla?”
“What just…?” Carla said looking around. She paused and let out a nervous laugh “…happened?”
“We just, um, well…” Gabrielle paused. Her mind was still reeling and shifting, changing in its own way to truly convert to their new reality.
“Did we just switch places?” Carla said looking around and seeing Chase still standing frozen in the doorway. She pointed at him “You’re my boyfriend?!” she half asked, half stated.
“We did. We swapped ages and therefore we swapped roles” Gabrielle said now looking down at her changed clothing. A pair of matching blue flats sat a few feet away where she knew Carla had kicked off a pair of tan ones.
“That means then that I’m YOUR daughter” Carla looked at her Mom. Both of them confirmed it in their minds “I was born in 2001”
“And I was born in 1973” Gabrielle had to chuckle a bit.
“But I’m taking classes at college” Carla confirmed “I’m not working at Wal-Mart” she searched for a minute “I’m working at a preschool and I’m studying early childhood development. Well I will be. I’m just a freshman so I’m still just taking my basics” she looked up shocked at the new reality forming up for both of them.
“And I’m a teacher…I went back to school after you were born. I screwed around in my youth but getting pregnant with you made me grow up…mature…and you learned from my mistakes”
“Wow” Carla said.
“Wow is right” Gabrielle agreed “And all because…” she bent down and picked up the necklace at her feet. She handed it over to her daughter.
Carla reached up and fastened it moving the clasp to behind her neck and letting her hair fall over it. She rose up on her tip toes and fidgeted a bit showing off her youth, looking down to the ground before raising her eyes to look at Chase.
Chase remembered his words, knew that he had caused this but in that moment, seeing the innocent and loving look on his girlfriend Carla’s face, he was fine with the way things had turned out.