Her right knee gave her the oddest twinge. It buckled as the rest of her muscles freaked out in response.

Her boobs slapped, her stomach jiggled, her ass and thighs felt different. Even her feet felt different slapping off the concrete. And she was almost winded by hustling across a two lane blacktop.

Joan watched in awe as her daughter ran in her body. "So other worldly" she said using her new voice. "Like a living, breathing out of body experience"

Abby came up to her Mom and had to pause and do a double take. She was an inch taller and that fact alone was messing with her head now. The slight reversal in their heights.

"Look, we've got like 20 minutes to the resort. Let's just…let's just get there and then we can wrap our heads around this okay?" Abby said.

"Do you want me to drive?" Joan asked.

"No! This is my fricking car! Why would you drive…oh…just…no!" Abby growled in frustration looking at her Mom just standing there. There was just a latent smugness Abby could detect from her.

Abby grunted getting up into the SUV. Joan giggled and Abby shot her a death glare.

She pulled out and drove slower than she had been, barely hitting the speed limit on the winding road.

They didn't speak on the rest of the drive. Their faces, though, told whole stories in themselves.

Abby stared straight ahead at the road, her jaw clenched. Her hands gripping the wheel tightly. Grim determination mixed with deep seated rage and disbelief.

Joan, on the other hand, had a bright and open look. Her big brown eyes danced and she couldn't help but to smile.

She patted her thighs as her feet tapped to the beat of the radio. She took in deep breaths and could catch glimpses of herself in the side mirror.

Unbound enthusiasm mixed with somewhat guilty pleasure and disbelief.

They pulled in and Abby grabbed her Mom's purse "I guess I'm paying now"

"Yes you are" Joan replied.

"Oh I'm paying in more ways than one" Abby grumbled as she went in to the front desk.

Joan let out a pent up squeal of unbridled energy and euphoria. She couldn't help it. It had been building up and she needed a release.

She pulled down the visor mirror "No fucking way!" She said before looking down at her perky boobs, putting her hands up to them and squeezing them.

She saw her daughter coming back to the car and she composed herself.

Abby hauled herself back into the car simply hating the way her ass felt in the seat. Still basically talking through clenched teeth she passed a room keycard to her Mom.

She nearly shivered as she saw their hands so close together. The contrast between them. The age difference was now reversed.

"Room 304. We park around the back and there's elevators back there" she said.

Just dragging her Mom's luggage annoyed her. It seemed heavier and bulkier to Abby. Her knee was really bothering her. But not bothering her as much as the fact that her Mom wasn't waiting for her. She was rushing ahead and looking back at her.

Once in the room, behind closed doors and all by themselves, they had it out.

Emotions ran high as accusations and charged words flew between Mother and Daughter.

After two full hours, they had it out of their systems.

Exhausted, they looked at each other "I'm hungry" Abby finally admitted.

"Oh God me too!" Joan agreed. "Let's go get something to eat in the restaurant.

They explored the resort on their way, finding the spa, the pools and the hot tubs.

They got their table and began looking over the menu. Joan looked through what she would usually order, but it just wasn't appealing to her.

Instead she went to the salads and saw they had a seasonal salad with fresh fruit and grilled chicken.

Abby started at the salads but they didn't interest her one bit. When she looked over the steak selection, her stomach perked up.

She ordered the prime rib with a baked potato and a non-alcoholic beer. She was shocked that this was what she wanted, actually wanted to eat.

Hearing her Mom order a salad and a glass of white wine just brought it all home.

"We even switched our food orders and what we crave and want to eat" Abby said after the waitress had left.

"She said it was a complete swap" Joan said "And it is. I'm you and you're me down to the core"

They talked as they waited for their food.

Abby also scanned the crowd, picking out everyone who was younger than her now.

The food was delicious to both of them. Abby raved about the steak and Joan was amazed at how flavorful the salad was. It had been decades since she had tasted such a crisp apple.

Back in their room, Joan said "I'm heading to the hot tub" as she dug into her daughter's luggage to find a swimsuit.

Panic rippled through Abby "Putting on a bathing suit! Everyone will see my body! My belly! My…my wrinkly legs…" she saw Joan staring at her and knew she had to go along with her. "Fine" she said curtly.

Joan smiled delightedly. Delighted with Abby's reaction and with the fact that she could show off a bit.

"Suits are in the back left corner" Joan told her as she went into the bathroom to change.

Abby sighed angrily, and began to dig through the clothes she would be wearing this week.

She pulled out a black one piece; very plain and very basic. Stripping down gave her the strangest tingle as she took off her top and shorts.

Abby turned to the mirror and saw herself. A 62 year old woman in her bra and panties. "Sweet Jesus" she said looking at her little pot belly. The pale skin, the puckering around her belly button.

She looked at her bigger thighs.

Abby unhooked her bra. A bra she has not put on, it had simply appeared on her changing body. She remembered vividly the feelings of a few hours earlier. She would never forget how it felt. Her body slowly changing shape and turning into this. The feeling of her clothes changing on her. Her boobs growing.

She shivered as she took off the bra and felt them move on their own.

They fell freely and swung slightly as gravity took hold. She whimpered thinking "That’s what I have now. This is me"

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties "I can’t believe I have my Mom's panties, let alone her whole package"

Her ass jiggled, her pubic mound expanded like letting out a breath.

She slapped and grabbed handfuls of her ass. She ran a finger over her hips and shuddered.

"Get the damn suit on Joan" she chided herself. She stuck her legs through the holes and pulled the suit up. Adjusting and tucking to get as much of herself covered up, she still felt her hips and ass trying to escape.

She felt the spandex grab her belly and hold it in as she got her arms in.

More adjusting and tucking was required to get her boobs in. "I hate this" she grumbled.

Joan felt an electric current of excitement and curiosity as she closed the door behind her. She was tingling and smiling despite herself. "I shouldn't be enjoying this" she scolded herself but it couldn't stop her feelings. She was excited. She was happy. She didn't want to rub it in, but this was fascinating to see and feel.

Ever since they had set off from Madame Onyx's place. She kept replaying their swap and every time she thought about it, it reignited that deep seated warmth and tingly feeling.

Joan would never forget how it felt, physically and emotionally, to turn into her own daughter. The appeal of it was enchanting, enthralling. She was smiling again.

She turned to the mirror and had to admit to the magnetism of that smile and face.

She took off her shirt and shorts, kicking them aside. "Holy heck…" she turned to get a side profile. She focused on her flat stomach, her toned ass and smooth hips and thighs.

Giggling to herself, she unhooked her bra. She nearly let out a guffaw at how her breasts barely moved upon coming out.

She remembered the feeling of them shrinking up and pulling on her chest as they changed.

With a deep breath, she took down her panties. "Sssshhhiiitt" she hissed out seeing her flat mound.

She glanced at the closed door as she ran a finger over her lips. She melted as sensations burst forth. But, she blushed and had to compose herself. "Stop that" she chided herself again but so many emotions were rolling. It was overwhelming.

"Dang girly" she said putting on the green bikini bottoms "I wouldn't…I haven't worn one of these in 35 years"

She fumbled a bit with the bikini top. Her fingers worked differently and tightening the knot escaped her twice.

On the third try, she got it.

Stepping back out, they both gasped.

"Mom?" Abby gasped.

"Abby?" Joan replied.

"You have a cover up in your luggage" Abby snapped.

"So do you!" Joan retorted.

Abby blushed and stomped to her bag until she pulled out the pink cover up to toss at her Mom.

Joan cracked up at Abby's fussing and frustration. She put the cover up on and watched with interest as Abby went through her bag searching for her own cover up.

"This isn't funny!" Abby growled "This sucks!"

Abby found the black garment and she wrapped it around herself.

Joan was fascinated watching herself be controlled by someone else; her own daughter at that.

Seeing Abby as older than her was not sinking in easily. Her being heavier was hilarious though. Her loose skin and the fat of an older body was obviously maddening to Abby.

"Look Mom, look all you like…this body is only temporary for me, so enjoy yourself"

"I am and I will" Joan replied with a wide smile "I still can't believe that we're switched and our ages are reversed"

"Neither can I" Abby said frankly.

They headed to the pool area. Joan caught several eyes watching her. Her pert ass jiggling, her trim and toned legs, she smiled to herself.

They got into the hot tub and sat a few feet apart from each other.

Abby's eyes just kept drifting to her Mom in her body. Her chest would be concealed by bubbles and then come clear again. The triangles of fabric covering the smooth skin and pert breasts that were currently not hers.

As she watched, Joan stretched a leg out and she saw her toes break through the surface.

Joan smirked at her daughter. After 15 minutes, she got up "It's too hot in here, I'm going to go into the pool"

Abby stayed in the hot tub watching her Mom pull her bikini bottom to cover her bubble butt and watching her hips sway as she went to the steps to get into the pool.

Joan sucked in a breath as she stepped into the cooler water. Her nipples popped out as she went in and began to swim back and forth.

Her longer hair trailed behind her and at the wall, she took a break and tied it up into a messy top knot.

Joan relished how lithe her body felt cutting through the water effortlessly

Abby got hot and dried off, covering herself with her towel as she took a seat and watched her Mom swim.

It was getting easier for Abby to think of herself as older and her Mom as younger. Seeing it demonstrated was hammering it home.

It was rather disconcerting. Her Mom was younger than her by 28 years.

Abby sat in a plastic chair while Joan swam. Abby was tired, worn out. She got her Mom's attention and told her she was going to the room to shower.

Joan gave her a thumbs up and floated on her back.

Abby was feeling overwhelmed by the time she got to the room. Peeling off a wet swimsuit from her body didn't help anything.

But, being by herself she walked nude around the room. She was adjusting to the feel of her body.

A hot shower felt good but scrubbing up her Mom's body was definitely different. Brushing her Mom's teeth while naked was also difficult and different "Just get through this. It's got to be some weird trippy dream…just do it" she told herself.

Abby was in her Mom's nightgown and brushing out her hair when the door opened.

They almost didn't recognize one another; it was like seeing each other for the first time again. A fresh surprise reminder of their actual bodies.

Joan gathered up items and headed to the bathroom while Abby climbed in one of the beds and began to channel surf.

Behind closed doors, Joan couldn't stop smiling. She stripped down and brushed her teeth. Just feeling her upper arms not moving. The little chills when she bumped her breasts. She felt so alive. She couldn't help it.

Taking her shower, she washed everything, just simply taking in how different everything actually felt.

Joan came out in a tank top and small cotton shorts with her hair wrapped up in a towel.

"So…how's it going?" She asked as she took the other bed.

Abby grumbled "How do you think?"

"Tired?"

"Yes…it's catching up to me. I'm realizing that this isn't actually a dream. I really am you" Abby said.

"Oh it's real" Joan replied "We really switched places"

"I will never forget how it felt" Abby admitted.

"Neither will I" Joan agreed.

"I'm just hoping I learn whatever lesson I'm supposed to learn so we can actually swap back" Abby said.

Joan just shrugged "I don't know how it all works…any of this" she replied.

Abby sighed. HGTV was on and Joan got out her book. She was trying to read but couldn't concentrate. Her eyes kept drifting to her legs. Or her stomach. Or her hands.

Joan heard snoring. She looked over and saw herself asleep.

Joan was tingling. She felt guilty as shit for doing it but she had to, she simply couldn't ignore it.

Her hand slipped down underneath her shorts and panties.

Joan convulsed at the slightest touch. She had to relieve the pressure concentrated in her, so built up by everything in the last day.

She tiptoed to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and began to finger herself.

The absolute rush she felt was so amazing.

It wouldn't take long, her body had been screaming at her for this release.

Her toes curled, her back arched as she broke out in a sweat.

The worst part was not being able to scream out. Joan grabbed her towel and shoved it in her mouth and bit down to stifle her sounds.

Her right hand worked fast and furiously.

Joan's muscles tightened as she reached her climax. She came. She curled up sitting there, her whole body convulsions in sheer pleasure. She squirt her juices in a warm gush on her hand.

It was so intense, her vision blurred for a good minute.

It took her several minutes to compose herself and even longer to clean up.

She took one last look in the mirror and went back out. Abby was snoring even louder as Joan curled into bed.

Abby woke up to pitch dark. She had to pee. It was only 1:24 "What the hell? I haven't had to get up in the middle of the night since I was pregnant" she thought.

But then she started to move. Her body swayed and she felt a heavier weight on her chest. She felt satin brushing her thighs "Mom's nightgown! Mom's body! I'm Mom!" It hit her all over again.

Her knee and back were stiff and she limped to the bathroom, hurrying to sit down.

She flipped on the light but shut her eyes. She blinked them open to see her thicker legs below her. Her older hands rested on those legs as she used her Mom's body. Her body. Her bladder now. Her age…everything was hers. She was her Mom.

It took her some time to fall back to sleep.

Abby woke up to pitch dark. "Again! Fuck!" She hissed seeing it was 4:47 and she had to pee again. She repeated her stiff bodied walk to the bathroom.

And then she was wide awake at 6:30.

She got up and made coffee as she got ready.

Joan awoke to the sound of the Today Show being played way too loud. "Am I that fucking deaf?" Joan thought, realizing what was going on faster than Abby had.

All the hair in her face and how light she felt flipping over, along with the memory of what she did right before going to bed, all hit at once.

She opened her eyes with her chin at her chest so she could see her flat stomach and small boobs.

Her eyes trained down to her slim, firm legs. Then she rolled over and saw her daughter. Old. That's what she thought first. She was reading something on her phone and had her slight double chin on full display as she concentrated.

Hearing stirring Abby looked over "Good morning sleeping beauty!" She said sarcastically "Who's ready for another exciting day stuck in each other's body?!" She clapped before rolling her eyes and looking away disgusted.

Joan got up easily and pain free and smirked as she walked to the bathroom.

To Abby it looked like her Mom was rubbing it in; she was stepping so lightly as she walked, pulling her panties out of her ass as she went.

Neither got overly made up; it was spa day for them so they wore simple clothes downstairs to the massive spa with a lake view.

The sauna was first.

They were given terry cloth robes to wear as they made their way from station to station.

"Shall we begin?" Joan asked at the heavy oak doors of the sauna.

The heat and steam rolled out as they hung up their robes and wrapped plain white towels around themselves.

Abby followed Joan in, enviously looking at her own body as they took their seats.

Joan effortlessly crossed her legs and put her head back.

Abby looked at Joan's thigh fully on display. The lack of cellulite. When she thought of her own legs. She now saw what she had.

She had tried it earlier. She closed her eyes and simply said to herself "My legs" and the image formed in her head of these thick thighs and calves. Dimples and cellulite showed her 62 years of age.

After a day, her self-image was changing, adapting. She was able to picture so many more things as her Mom would.

They stayed quiet, relaxing in the heat.

Abby dozed off, taking a quick nap, that she only realized after the door opened and woke her up.

They kept their towels on as they went to the full body massage tables.

Abby stepped up carefully and slowly as she got into position on the massage table.

"Hello, my name is Brian" a large, muscular guy with a chiseled jaw said with a smile as he stepped up next to Abby at the table. "I'll be giving you your massage today. I hope you're looking forward to it.

Abby's stomach flipped seeing Brian "I'm…Joan" she said with a smile a coy nod of her head.

"Nice to meet you Joan…go ahead and lie on your stomach and we'll get started" Brian said getting oils ready.

Joan nearly burst out laughing seeing the scene next to her but she kept it to herself as a woman came up to her.

"You must be Abby! My name is Logan and I'll be giving you your massage" she said.

"Hey Logan…work me over haha" was all she said.

Joan closed her eyes and thought about her massage. She was thinking about parts she was hoping to get worked on; her calves, her shoulders. She thought about them and was a bit shocked at what she was picturing in her mind.

Joan thought about her body and she saw this; her body as it was currently. 34 years old, thin, fit…she shivered just as Logan's hands hit her shoulders "Sorry if that was cold"

"No, you're fine, haha" Joan said.

Curious, she closed her eyes and concentrated. "My legs" she thought and saw her legs as trim and fit.

"My Mom's legs" she got a picture of what had been her legs but from a total outside perspective. Wearing golf shoes and white shorts…

"My husband" she thought and saw not her ex husband Mike but Caleb. Her stomach fluttered like crazy.

"My daughter" she saw her 5 year old and her 2 year old.

"My Mom" she saw the woman next to her.

"Well she said we would swap. She needs to not just look like me to be me. She needs everything" Joan thought.

"So how long have you been working here?" Abby asked Brian.

"3 years" he replied as he put the heel of his hand against her shoulder blade.

"Oh!" Abby let out.

"Oh my God…is that all me?" She thought in a panic as she felt so much flesh on her back being moved.

This massage felt different from any other one she had ever received. "Brian thinks I'm old!" She panicked. His hands moved over her back and all Abby could think of was bread dough. "My back feels so…Oh God!" She grunted as she felt her back pop.

Her lower half went numb. She bit her lip to shut herself up.

Brian worked over her lower back. A mixture of pleasure and pain spread. Her aching bones felt somewhat relieved but also somewhat pained. Her muscles were screaming at her.

"Oh God! She repeated as he worked down her legs. Over her thighs and calves. He rotated her feet to work her ankles.

He came back up to her shoulders and rotated her arms working down to her wrists.

"You are tight" he told her. "Are you going through something stressful?"

"Young man, you have no idea," Abby said.

"He's young enough to be your kid!" She told herself. Brian was probably late 20s. Abby saw him as definitely attractive. She wanted to flirt with him but she stopped herself when she realized he would just think of her as a Cougar. A cradle robber. The best she could hope for was that Brian thought she was a MILF, but, she came to the realization that she was probably his Mom's age or older.

"Flirting with disaster" she told herself as a way to keep her mouth shut.

Abby looked over and saw Joan enjoying her massage, a satisfied smile on her face. She looked peaceful and relaxed.

Abby's look went up and down. Joan was only covered over her ass and hips and Abby looked at those slender legs enviously.

The massage lasted a full hour. Joan jumped up and wrapped her fluffy robe around herself, fluffing out her hair and looking fresh as the morning dew.

Abby could barely move. Her muscles felt tighter. "Ow" she sat up.

"Ergg" she swung her legs off.

"Mmmpfh" she added hopping.

She walked stiff legged, her muscles slow to respond as she put her robe back on and tried to keep up with Joan as they moved to the nail salon.

"Come on Mom" Joan teased seeing how stiff Abby looked coming in. "Give it more time. It'll feel better later" she laughed as Abby shot her a dirty look.

"I feel like I got hit by a truck" Abby whispered loudly "Fuck…that massage fucking hurt"

"Language Mom! Jeez…you swear like a sailor!" Joan laughed, teasing Abby who was stretching, trying to loosen up.

Abby arched her back as much as she could, thrusting her chest out and pulling her shoulders back.

She staggered to the nail chairs and sat down hard.

"Wait until you see what color I picked out" Joan teased.

Abby rolled her eyes "Fuck…can't wait" she muttered.

They made small talk with the nail technicians as they removed their old polish.

Abby looked at her toes. The nails were thick but her toes were thicker.

She examined her hands too as the polish came off.

Her puffier hands and wider fingers but it was the wrinkles that bothered her. Well, actually it was their ring swap that bothered her the most but that wasn't the immediate concern.

Abby was memorizing all the lines on her fingers. She could see every visible vein and bump and flaw and imperfection.

Joan was just waiting for an outburst from next to her. She was quite content to listen to the music and feel the pampering.

Her dainty feet, her delicate toes with their perfect little nails were soaking in a mineral bath.

She looked at her smooth hands. The slender, elegant fingers as the girl worked on her cuticles. Once again, they were such an improvement. Age sneaks up on you. Joan just experienced it as it happened day by day but to actually go back and be in a young body again really exemplified all the differences.

She felt great, but it was the little things that she appreciated. The smooth skin, especially her heels and the palms of her hands.

"Don't forget your perfect ass and tits!" She thought and almost burst out laughing.

The techs brought out the colors and laughed "is this…? Are we just switching your colors?" The one laughed.

Abby and Joan looked at one another "No" Abby said seeing the girl in front of her true body holding bright pink polish.

"Oh yeah haha!" Joan laughed. "I see you went with the lilac…so thoughtful of you. Something to remember the trip by huh"

Abby held her tongue but it was difficult. "Even when I get my own hands and feet back, it's going to make me think of this" she thought. "If I get my feet and hands back" added in and she wasn't sure why.

Abby gently shook her head, rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. A rage built up inside her, threatening to boil over.

She felt a hand grip her right foot. She took a deep breath. Then another. And the rage began to subside.

By the time she felt her left foot become the focus, Abby was calm. "Why was I so worked up?" She asked herself as she watched the lilac color coat her toes.

Joan was realizing that whatever storm might be brewing, was passing. She sensed calm next to her. She took a quick look and actually saw a neutral expression on Abby's face.

She was enjoying seeing her favorite color going on these nails. "My favorite color now on my new favorite feet and hands haha" she thought with a little quiver running through her.

Joan closed her eyes and like so many times over the last day, she saw it again. The mirror. Watching her own face turn into Abby's face. It never failed to flutter her stomach.

Part of her never wanted this trip to end.

Dryers on their toes, now their hands were getting pampered.

Abby couldn't take her eyes off her fingers "My fingers" she thought "What if these have always been my fingers?" Her thoughts drifted and her stomach fluttered. Abby could picture these hands when they were younger. When she was younger.

Abby's eyes fluttered open. It was time to put her fingers in the dryers.

"That’s such a nice color on you Mom" Joan said as Abby examined her lilac fingertips.

"Thank you Abigail" Abby replied.

"You seem to be walking better" Joan added as they got up. It was time for facial masks while their nails finished drying.

They laid back in big comfy recliners as the masks were applied. Feet up, calming music playing, they were in their own worlds.

Abby relaxed. She just felt weight off her shoulders. No thoughts of work plauged her "Why would they? I'm retired" she thought playfully "That wouldn't be bad"

Joan could hear Abby breathing heavier next to her; she knew she had fallen asleep. She tried to but it was harder for her to nap. She felt energetic. She wanted to check her work emails to see if there was anything that needed her attention.

Joan stopped herself "You are retired. You don't have a work email…"

Joan really could see herself as Abby. She could think of herself just putting herself in her shoes so completely.

She focused on her breathing to relax herself. But every time she thought for too long, she went back to Madame Onyx's front room. Seeing and feeling her body changing. She finally drifted off.

Back in Madame Onyx's…the shock…this time though she heard the old woman's tone turn to scolding. "And since you can't! This is how the two of you will be from now on!"

Both women heard the alarm go off and attendants enter the room.

Joan sat up a bit remembering the words from her dream.

Abby stirred, rousing herself from sleep. The dream just got cut off. She didn't know if what she dreamt was an alternative take on what had already happened or, if it was what was going to happen when they returned.

Scrubbed clean, Abby and Joan saw each other in a different light.

Abby was in front of a mirror "Wow…I look 10 years younger" she laughed. It was the first genuine laugh she had given since they had swapped.

Joan smirked "I feel great…so relaxing"

"Oh I agree" Abby said. "Makes you feel like a whole new woman"

Joan was shocked by the joke. She smiled and nodded her approval "Alright…I see you" she laughed.

They got to keep their robes and were given fuzzy slippers too so that's what they wore back to their room.