Dan and Abby had a babysitter set up for the night since the kids weren't invited. It was Abby's cousin, Joan's niece, getting married.

Abby did her makeup impeccably. Her hair, she swept into an updo. For her outfit, she went with her shortest and tightest dress; a very dark green with minimal straps paired with 3" black sandals. Her toes were painted black to match her shoes, her fingers were gold to contrast the green. She looked absolutely stunning.

Joan was excited, she loved a good wedding and reception. She loved to dance and sing and just be in the happy surroundings.

She too did her makeup, albeit a much more subtle look. Her hair was styled in her typical fashion while she wore a light blue and white knee length dress paired with tan 1" box heels which she simply preferred to give her better stability with her knee.

Her nails, fingers and toes, were painted a sky blue color and she had added a pair of gold dangly earrings as well.

Joan sat up closer to the front with her sister who was in from Florida, while Abby and Dan sat a few rows back with Abby's other cousins.

They made their way to the reception area and found their assigned seats. Abby was at table 7 while Joan was at table 3, a generational divide between Aunts, Uncles and cousins.

Abby got a glass of white wine while they all chatted and had hor d'oeuvres.

Joan sat at her table, which was very loud, and sipped her whiskey sour. Her eyes made their way to her daughter as she joked and laughed.

Her stomach flipped seeing her. She was absolutely gorgeous. The dress, shoes, makeup and hair "I wish I could be her tonight" she thought idly "To look like that? Dang, the time I would have tonight!"

"Your Mom looks very nice tonight" Dan said as they walked past her.

Abby shot daggers out of her eyes at him but quickly controlled herself "Yeah, I suppose" she said "What? Do you want me to wear her dress instead?!" She joked with him.

"No!" Dan replied laughing.

"Because that would mean that she would be in my dress…do you want to see that?!" Abby teased.

Dan cracked up "Lord no! I don't think I want that visual!"

"Ooooo…we could swap shoes! Let's see how she does in my heels" Abby continued.

"She would break her neck!" Dan replied.

"Then maybe we should just swap makeup techniques…give her my smoky eyes and brows and I'll take her blue eye shadow from the 80s and her old lady foundation! Maybe I should style my hair like her?" They were both laughing as they sat down.

But as she sat, she shivered. Staring off, she could see it, she could feel it. She was wearing the higher cut dress, feeling the sleeves, feeling the hem brush at her knees.

It felt like her toes were enclosed, her heels lower, the arches of her feet not as stretched and arched. Abby's stomach fluttered and floated.

Joan heard all the noise and conversations. Frank Sinatra sang in the background about The Way You Look Tonight. Her mind wandered, daydreaming, picturing herself as Abby.

It felt so natural, so nice. She felt light and airy. She could see herself as Abby, eyes on her on the dance floor as she moved fluidly, seductively.

A few stray hairs came loose from her updo. Her eyes sparkling, her smile was bright and carefree.

She could feel that tight dress holding her in as her hips and fantastic ass swayed. She would start in her heels, then ditch them to go barefoot as the night went on.

Joan shivered; her stomach fluttered and floated as she came back around as the DJ started to announce the wedding party.

Their eyes met.

They felt the connection, the pull. They all stood and applauded the newlyweds as servers brought out the salads.

Abby's stomach wouldn't settle down. It was riled up and she could feel tingling sensations running. Her toes twitched, her spine was quivering "No! Not here, not now!" she pleaded internally.

She smiled politely as her salad was placed before her. Abby picked up her fork and took a bite, tasting the lettuce, tomato and Italian dressing in her mouth.

She speared a cucumber and lettuce as the world slowed down to slow motion. She lifted her fork and felt her heart pound and her stomach lurch immediately upon recognition of something so small, yet so undeniable.

Abby put her fork down, she was on the verge of panicking. It took everything in her to act calm.

She grabbed her napkin and dabbed the corner of her mouth. She grabbed her clutch purse and stood up stiffly, a bit too fast.

"I'll be right back" she said to her husband with a fake smile.

Dan nodded but was talking to her Cousin Seth.

Abby caught her Mom's eye. Abby's lips were pursed, her eyes wide with urgency. She nodded curtly and motioned to her right hand. She flashed it but in the low light, she couldn't tell what she was showing her.

She motioned to the doors and started that way.

Taking quick, short, yet urgently determined steps, she headed out shaking her hands as if they had gone numb, which they had.

Abby looked down, her nails were unmistakably sky blue.

"Shit! FUCK FUCKING FUCK!" Her mind screamed.

Joan scooted her chair back. She was feeling a building sensation inside her. She looked around a bit cautiously. Trying not to be obvious, she glanced at her right hand and stifled a gasp. Her fingernails had turned gold.

Now she got it.

The feeling building up, the panic in her daughter's exit. They were changing; it was starting right here right now. "Excuse me, I'll be back" she smiled at her sister as she made her winding way to the door, navigating her way around tables.

It was brighter in the hallway. Abby’s face was desperate, mad and anxious all at once.

Her toes were twitching, lifting and lowering, her toenails were a bright sky blue. Her dress was getting tight as her stomach began to inflate and push out. "Jesus Christ! Full moon isn't until fricking tomorrow" Abby growled through gritted teeth, super pissed. "Why is this happening to us now?!"

Joan sighed "I don't know" she was actually excited about it but couldn't show it. She was going to be the one turning heads soon.

Abby looked at the Ladies Room but there was a crowd. She grabbed her Mom's wrist and led her down the hall.

At the jerk of her wrist, Joan lurched forward, her feet slipping in her shoes as they were now too large for her feet which must have already started to shrink.

She looked at Abby's feet; they looked thicker. Veins were rising atop her feet. Her toes seemed to edge out over the ends as they grew longer and her feet grew larger.

Abby felt the tickling on her feet. She could feel her feet changing with each step.

Her toes edged out and she could feel the carpet as they hung over the ends.

"Ugh!" She exclaimed, exasperated as her shoes grew tight and uncomfortable, the straps digging into her thickening feet.

Abby grabbed door handles. The first was locked but the second one opened and she quickly looked in "This will do" she thought as she dragged her Mom inside.

"What, where?" Joan asked, looking around and realizing they were in a supply room.

Heavy industrial shelves lined the room, cases of trash bags, gallons of soap and bleach and every cleaning supply lined the shelves down to supplies for the bathrooms.

Abby locked the door behind them as she exhaled, sighed and growled all at once.

Abby spun and gestured to her zipper on her back "Get me outta this dress!"

Joan grabbed the zipper and pulled down just as Abby’s back fat spilled out.

"Ah!" Joan yipped, surprised when she not only saw, but also felt her daughter's back change.

Abby was pulling her dress off and Joan quietly helped just aiding and guiding it off.

Joan's eyes widened as she watched her daughter's body changing.

Abby shimmied her hips taking down her panties but as she did, her hips widened, her ass inflated and her thighs filled out.

Joan felt her body tingling as it shrank down and toned up underneath her now large and loose dress. She shivered as a warm rush surged through her, starting in her abdomen and pulsating outward, tingling her spine and numbing her fingers, toes, and lips. Yet, she couldn't look away from Abigail.

Abby grunted as her belly pushed out and she bent over. Her panties were hung up on her heels and she needed to unbuckle her ankle straps.

Her breathing was becoming labored as she felt her chest building up. Her upper arms pushed out.  She blinked against the feeling of them as they flapped loose.

"Fuck!" She muttered as her fingers thickened and changed causing her to fumble with the strap. Her hair pins rained down and clattered on the ground around her as her hair changed and let loose.

Abby focused on her feet. They were already changed. Her toes were her Mom's. They had spread out wider and thicker and the soles hung over the sides.

Abby's breasts now grew, surging forward and swinging down like pendulums due to her position.

She got her right heel off and her calf and ankle puffed out.

She was quicker with the left ankle strap and she now stood barefoot and naked and was able to stand up straight.

A shaft of cold steel jabbed at her lower abdomen and ran straight back to her spine.

Abby stared off as she felt her face go numb.

Her hands moved over her face, feeling her features change, feeling her skin change and wrinkle.

Joan shivered over and over feeling her body changing while watching Abby change into her.

Joan's face numbed as she stood still watching Abby's transformation. It was uncanny, her daughter's face was clearly turning into her own. Every little detail was recreated.

Abby blinked away, she removed her glasses trying to focus with her different eyes and vision. Her eyelashes thinned as they batted. Her brows thinned as her mouth and teeth shifted.

Joan cautiously reached out for the frames that dangled between Abby's fingers.

Her own vision had weakened and blurred even as she felt the corners of her eyes pinching as they spread out and grew larger.

She took the glasses and slipped them on, feeling the glasses adjust as her ears and nose changed shape but now, she could see clearly once again.

Joan looked down and saw her smooth, delicate hands and gold nails. She gasped seeing thin arms coming from her sleeves.

Joan took a deep breath and felt her loose clothes shift.

Her breasts no longer filled out the cups of her bra and her dress was oddly bunched as her lithe body slipped underneath.

She reached up and unzipped her dress and quickly and easily slipped it off.

Abby now turned and saw what her Mom had become; what she looked like.

Joan was looking down as she unhooked her bra while simultaneously slipping out of her tan heels.

They really didn't have a lot of time so as much as Abby didn't want to move, didn't want to go through with this humiliating switch. She knew she had to or have a lot to answer.

A brief beat after Joan took off her panties as both stood naked, flipped, reversed in body and age and role.

Abby sighed and shook her head, dejected as she stepped into her Mom's panties. She hooked the bra and adjusted her big boobs in it before pulling the dress down over her head.

Joan stepped into her daughter's nearly sheer bikini cut underwear.

The tight dress slipped down and she tugged it into place, relishing the feel of it over her thin, trim body. She looked at her pert breasts and flat stomach, down to her toned legs.

Joan felt fingers on her back as Abby zipped her up.

Abby turned and Joan returned the favor.

Abby had a box in her hands from the supplies; makeup wipes.

"Oh! True! Very good idea! Joan said channeling her daughter's voice.

They wiped off their makeup and Abby grabbed her purse and started doing Joan's makeup.

Joan understood the assignment and brought out her own to do Abby's makeup.

Joan finished first so she started doing her hair into the updo style Abby had been wearing as Abby fussed over her eyes recreating her smoky look.

Joan backed away. She took the eyeliner from Abby’s hands and took out a compact mirror and she took over to finish up. A little touch up, then she applied lipstick as Abby maneuvered to get her tan 1" heels on.

She felt the scrape as the shoes were tight on her feet.

Joan had to kneel to buckle the ankle straps, switching knees deftly to lace in.

Abby put out her hands and helped Joan to her feet. Joan, in her 3" heels, was slightly taller than Abby in her low, box heels.

"Let's go…we'll already have to answer questions about where we were" Joan said, tugging at the high hem line of her tight dark green dress.

Abby adjusted her shoulders and nodded curtly "Fuck me" She muttered in a whisper as she opened the door and peeked out.

The hall was clear. They walked out trying to be inconspicuous but both were walking funny, stiff and straight-backed.

They saw some of the same faces lingering near the Ladies Room so, it wasn't unheard of for a 10 minute bathroom break.

Joan and Abby came back into the reception hall. They awkwardly smiled and nodded at each other.

Joan went to table 7. Her smile grew once she knew Abby was behind her. Her walk became more normal, if still a bit stiff due to her high heels. She tugged on her dress and sat down. Everyone had finished their salads, but the entrées had not been served yet.

"Man, the line at the Ladies Room is brutal!" she said.

Dan smiled but her cousin Julie immediately backed her up "Oh shit I know! Like, move it you bunch of old little bitches!"

Joan dug into her salad, taking a big bite, relishing how much tangier the dressing tasted. She saw her name tag denoting her seat 'Table 7 : Abigail Snyder'

"Damn right it is" she thought, taking another bite. She put her left hand on Dan's thigh and Dan took it in his own hand and held it.

Abby held her jaw tightly as she broke away from Joan and wound her way to table 3.

She saw the table assignment placard reading 'Table 3 : Joan Ridder' and she rolled her eyes as her stomach lurched and she shuddered lightly. She smiled politely to her sister as she sat.

Abby felt her bigger ass settle against the chair. She settled in and took a bite of her salad. "So…as I was saying before I had to get up; that was Aunt Dee you were thinking of. She was the one who brought us those Barbie dolls for Christmas in 66"

"Oh yeah…you're right" her sister replied.

Abby was more than a bit freaked out "How can I just pick up my Mom's conversation?! How did I know what they had been talking about?!"

The pathways were now established. They had swapped now enough that it was more familiar and a lot faster, like putting on a pair of comfy shoes.

Abby's brain was quickly reprogramming itself. Joan's mannerisms and thoughts and memories were plowing in as she ate and talked.

By the time she finished her entrée, she was guffawing loudly at silly jokes that Abby would have found corny and stupid.

Joan rolled her eyes. Even a row away, she could still hear her Mother being loud and annoying. She grit her teeth and made a face that Dan instantly recognized and it made him laugh. "There she goes" he laughed and touched his wife's shoulder.

"Oh my God. Can she be any more annoying and loud? That screech…jeez" she shook her head.

Joan had ate her meal and talked and all the while, she had mentally turned into Abby.

The pathways were so clear and defined, her thoughts slipped easily in, so much faster than the last time, literally in the span 20 minutes, she was so much more Abby. She even realized she was more Abby than she had been the last time.

She reflected a moment "Wow…I can already see the wedding through Abby's eyes. To the point of seeing the back of my, I mean, my Mom's head during the ceremony.

I know we swapped. I can still see us in the closet. I can still feel my body changing. But, I'm Abby"

She looked over her shoulder and saw Abby, so engrossed as Joan, so natural as Joan.

Abby was laughing heartily, her head back, clapping her hands.

Joan tried, really tried to think of herself in that body and life.

It seemed foreign to her. Being older, being in her 60s seemed impossible to imagine. Wearing that dress, having hair like that, sounding like her…nothing about it seemed right.

"Do you still want to see what your Mom looks like in your dress?" Dan teased and Joan instantly remembered their conversation, the conversation right before they did actually switch.

Joan giggled "Yes" then she laughed harder. "Her feet hanging over the ends of my shoes! Her stomach poking out! Her upper arms out on full display!" She continued to laugh "Can you see her? Her face…her body but dressed like me?! Trying to pull off mid 30s as opposed to early 60s?! It's so absurd that I would actually love to see it"

They both were laughing hard.

"Could you imagine being her?" Dan asked and Joan instantly shuddered and nearly gagged "Oh Hell no!" She drank the rest of her glass of wine.

The reception was really getting going as the Bride and Groom were dancing, then the wedding party, then with their parents.

Joan sat back, crossed her thin legs and leaned against her husband as he wrapped his arm around her. She put her head against his chest and felt warm.

Abby put her elbows up on the table and leaned forward watching the reception. The song for the bridal dance was something new and she was unfamiliar with it, some new song from an artist she didn't know, she didn't keep up with the latest songs.

Abby was tapping her foot though underneath the table.

How the tables were arranged, Abby could clearly see Joan and Dan once she turned towards the dance floor. "How the tables have turned?" popped into her mind and she got a deja vu feeling as a wave pushed through her "That should be me down there"

She thought but when she pictured it, she could only see herself as Joan sitting there next to Dan and it looked frankly ridiculous.

Abby saw herself as Joan but wearing Abby's clothes. It was her blonde hair brushing Dan's chest in an ill fitting dress and tight, uncomfortable and impractical high heels.

She could see what had happened the closet.  She could feel her breasts growing, the sudden give of them as they swung down as she was bent over. And yet, it now felt to her like that was regaining her true body. The Abby form felt like an apparition, her imposter form.

Abby wouldn't let herself dwell on these confusing and contracting feelings. The DJ announced that the dance floor was open and Abby was immediately up and dancing her way to the floor.

Her body moved stiffly, limited hip and knee action. She danced very much the epitome of a white woman from the Midwest in her 60s.

But, she loved it and was having so much fun in the moment. She didn't care.

The floor was crowded. Joan smirked and grabbed Dan's hand as she stood up. He gave way and followed her to the dance floor.

Joan's movements were naturally seductive. She was exaggerated in her steps, doing more of a catwalk out to the floor. She knew Abby was watching her.

Once in a small clear spot, she danced like a much younger woman. Full body coordination, hips and shoulders, her hair starting to come loose as she moved her head sublimely, bewitching both Dan and, in her own way, Abby.

Joan seemed to dance better than Abby ever had. There was a wildness there, a freedom, a desire, a lack of care of losing control that allowed for more body fluidity.

Her heels and dress exemplified her legs and ass. Eyes were on her. Joan drank it all in.

3 fast songs were played before a slow ballad.

Abby was sweating and tired already and took it as a chance to rest.

Joan got up close to her husband and they danced slowly in each other's arms. Dan's hands rested on Joan's hips as they swayed away, lost in each other's eyes. Joan smiled a vulnerable, loving smile up at her husband and he responded by smiling and put his forehead down against hers.

Abby had gotten a water and another whiskey sour and she saw the lovebirds.

She went back to her table 3 and sat down. She slipped feet out of her low, tan open toed heels. Her feet felt swollen and she leaned down to give them a quick rub.

Joan and Dan hit the bar again and ended up talking over there for quite a while.

When the Electric Slide came on, Abby jumped up and grabbed her sister's hand and went to the floor.

Dan elbowed Joan who turned in time to see her Mom hit the dance floor for a line dance.  Joan burst out laughing feeling second hand embarrassment just watching her shake her ass like she was.

They went back and sat down and Joan unbuckled her heels and slipped her slim feet out and she wiggled her black painted toes.

Joan got into a conversation with her cousin Seth when she saw her Mom dancing her direction with a mischievous smile on her face.

Abby boogied over in her distinctive way using her index finger to beckon.

Whitney Houston I Wanna Dance with Somebody was starting and Joan shook her head no.

Abby also shook her head and wagged her finger at Joan. She pointed to Dan while nodding.

Joan cracked up and shoved her husband forward.

Dan immediately wanted to pass and he shook his head no.

Abby took her son in law's hand "Aw come on! Come dance with your Mother in law!" She was backing up pulling him.

Dan yielded and got up "Okay Joan, I'll dance with you" he told Abby.

Abby led him out to the dance floor where she then threw her hands up and moved her body as Dan bopped along.

He watched her bemused. Smiling to encourage her, he was thinking that if his wife ever danced like this, he would be mortified. Abby danced on, taking his hands in hers as they moved to the rhythm.

Love Shack came on next and Abby grabbed Dan's wrist to keep him from leaving.

He continued his dancing out of politeness.

Just as Paradise by the Dashboard Lights came on, Joan came up and rescued him.

She tapped her Mom on the shoulder "I hope you don't mind me cutting in"

Abby was a bit perturbed but she had her fun "I need a break anyway" she admitted as she stepped aside.

Joan and Dan did the routine singing the female and male parts to each other while acting it out. After that, Dan tapped out.

Joan continued dancing with some of her female cousins, absolutely carefree.

Dan checked his phone and talked with a few other people, casting glances to his wife, admiring her, counting himself as one lucky man.

He knew what he hoped for after they got home.

As 10 o'clock came near, Abby was winding down. She was getting tired and ready to leave.

She squeezed her feet back into her shoes and said her goodbyes, making her way around.

Abby ended by giving her daughter a hug.

Joan felt the softness of her Mom as they embraced. "I'll talk to you soon"

"Bye Mom" Joan said as they broke apart "I think we'll leave soon too. Let the babysitter off the hook"