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----- Hanging Around as my Mother -----
-- Written by “Irene Naridza” -- Request By “Barnes18”
It was Saturday night in a bar on the
outskirts of the city. All kinds of people were gathered there. Most of them
were men who wanted to de-stress after a long day at work. There were a few
women, many of them in groups chatting about their day over a couple of drinks.
There were also lonely women. One of them was
a blonde in a black dress. Her small gold medallion made her stand out from the
rest. She drank from a mug of beer while she examined her surroundings.
A man approached her table with a smile. “I see you
very alone, baby. Do you want to dance with me?” he
proposed to her. The woman showed her right hand where not only her manicure
stood out, but also a wedding ring.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice it before,
sorry." The embarrassed man said as he walked away,
he liked to flirt with every girl in the bar, but he had his own ethical
limits. The woman, on the other hand, stayed at her table while she held back
her laughter. A couple of minutes later, another man approached to her.
“Good night, darling. I wanted to know if you wanted to have fun with
me.” He spoke. The woman looked him up and down.
He was an older man, what stood out most about him was his stylized beard. She showed
her hand with her ring again. But that man did the same thing. On his right
hand, between his thick, rough fingers, a wedding ring protruded.
“It doesn't hurt to go out and have fun sometimes, you know, to change the
routine” he said, quite convinced of his words. “Mike, my name
is Mike.” The woman was surprised by his actions. She thought
about it carefully as she took a sip of her beer before answering. “My name is Briana. Nice to meet you, Mike.” She
introduced herself.
"Alright. I don't
think that dancing with another man is a very serious cheating."
They both stand up and headed to the area where many people were dancing. Some
were alone and others, like them, were dancing with a partner.
THREE MONTHS BEFORE.
Briana was a 48-year-old woman. After a long
day of working at the insurance company, she liked to go home with her family.
Her husband received her with a strong hug, she loved when those muscular arms
surrounded her and shared their warmth.
Her 18-year-old son, Nick, also welcomed her
with affection. "Hi Mom. Did you have a nice
day?” he asked every day with genuine
interest. “Yes, it was a hard day, but I'm home
now.” was what she usually
responded. When she had a bad day, she just didn't respond.
But today was one of those normal days where
her day was a good one. Her husband, Jonas, was a mechanic who worked in a
nearby mechanical workshop. He came home earlier than Briana so he usually cooks
dinner, he was a good chef.
After dinner, the three had a family chat
before going to their rooms. The couple had a bonding moment before going to
sleep. Their son, on the other hand, often stayed up late into the night
playing online video games. Nay, that was what he did until few weeks ago, now
he had another hobby.
ONE MONTH BEFORE.
One rainy day, Nick was playing his favorite
video game until the batteries in his controller died. He searched through his
drawers quickly, but realized they were all worn out. He remembered that his
father used to have a supply in the attic so he went up to look if there were
batteries among them.
There was an old looking box, inside he found
a golden but very dirty medallion and bracelet. Their caught his attention
immediately, but his desire to play video games was greater. He put the jewelry
in his pockets and continued searching for the batteries, which he finally
found in the bottom drawer of the shelf.
After playing until night. Nick remembered
the jewelry, so he checked it out. He wiped away the dust and could see them in
all their glory. They were a golden bracelet and medallion. They shone in the
light. Nick thought they might be worth a lot of money. He told his parents.
But they were not convinced.
“I saw those things in the
drawers that the previous owners had left. If they were so valuable, they
wouldn’t have been left here.” His
father said. Nick did not give up and went to a jewelry store to try to sell
them. To his chagrin, they told him that they were not jewelry but just metal
with shiny paint.
“For just painted
metal, the finish is very fine, look how they shine.” Said the girl in charge of checking the
jewelry while she applied light from different spotlights. “They had to use a special oil to polish them. “You
can still sell them for $5 for a bracelet and $8 for a medallion.”
Nick, disappointed, decided to keep them.
Back at home, he gave the bracelet to his mother and kept the medallion to give
to the girl he liked.
In the middle of the night and before
going to sleep, he was curious and tried on the medallion. It was too small for
him and didn't look very masculine. He also noticed a small stain in the center
of the medallion, so he rubbed it to clean it.
There he could make out the figure
engraved on the medallion. It was a spiral from which two arrows emerged
pointing opposite sides. Nick seemed to recognize it. He had seen it on the
bracelet too. Suddenly, he felt his body suddenly start to tingle, he even
started to tremble. In a blink of an eye. His body began to change.
His body began to shrink a couple of
centimeters, Nick lost his muscles, his arms and legs became a little thinner.
His bust began to grow until it formed two breasts with considerable size. His
hair began to grow very quickly, it blocked his view. Finally, he felt a very
strong and strange squeeze on his crotch.
Then everything stopped. Nick, frightened
by what had happened to him, stood motionless, unable to see. A second later,
he gathered his courage and removed his hair from his face and could see what
had happened. He now had a very feminine body.
Incredulous, he began to check and feel every
part of his body and he confirmed it. “I have
become a woman.” he said, surprised.
The situation became much more
uncomfortable when he realized another detail. “I
didn't become just any woman. I BECAME A MOM.” He covered his mouth
immediately, aware that his parents might still be awake and could hear him.
He got dressed immediately, the fact that
he now had his mother's body and he had seen it naked was mentally destroying
him. “Disgusting, this is very bad.” He hid under his covers hoping that all of this
was just a dream. But when he removed the covers, he was still in that body.
Nick decided to try to calm down, took a
deep breath and tried to think. Then he remembered the medallion. “Yes, I rubbed this before transforming.” He
looked at it carefully, it was still hanging from his neck, his new body made
it fit better.
Curious, he got up and very quietly walked
to his parents' room. He opened the door very gently and took a look inside.
Thanks to the moonlight coming through the window, he could see that her mother
was still in his body. “(Mom is still mom, but I
am in her body. What is happening here)”
he thought inside her mind.
A flash caught his attention. It was the
bracelet that came with the medallion. It was on her mother's wrist and shone
in the moonlight. “(She's wearing the
bracelet...)” Nick slowly closed
the door and returned to his room.
Hidden in his bed he began to connect
dots. “I became a mother by wearing this
medallion, she is wearing the bracelet right now, when she is asleep, that is
very strange” step by step he came to the conclusion. "So. This medallion and the bracelet are connected,
but then. Why isn't mom in my body? Where is my body?”
Nick
got up and went to his mirror. His trembling hand approached the medallion and
before continuing, he took a deep breath. Then, he rubbed the medallion. His
body began to tingle and he felt everything change. When he opened his eyes
again. He saw that he was a man again. His body was back.
“YES, I'M BACK.” He
shouted excitedly but he immediately covered his mouth when he realized that he
could have woken up his parents. Stealthily, he went to check again, his
parents were still fast asleep. His mother had no change, she was still her.
Nick returned to his room. He was about to
go to sleep, but then an unusual idea came to his mind. “With this I can become my mother…” the idea of being an adult began to catch his
attention. “…that means I can do everything she can
do, like go to a bar at night.”
Although he was already 18 years old, in
his country the legal age to drink alcohol was 21 years old. “I think... I think I'll go out and have fun.” He rubbed the medallion again and his body
transformed into her mother again. "Good.
I’m just doing this to have a couple of drinks, nothing more.” He
was about to leave, but he noticed something.
He looked in the mirror and noticed that his
clothes were still those of a boy. “I don't
think a grown man would wear this. MUCH LESS A WOMAN” He thought for a solution. “Where am I going to get women's clothes? I can't go in
and look in the drawers in my parents' room. That would wake them up.” The thought of her mother waking up and getting in
panic at seeing a clone of herself made Nick get chills.
He thought and thought until something
finally occurred to him. He went to the laundry room and found the clean
laundry basket. “I hope she didn’t have taken
the clothes yet.” he whispered
before opening the basket. Luckily for him, her mother's clothes were still
there. Blouses, long skirts, underwear, bras and old-fashioned dresses. An
entire feminine wardrobe at his disposal.
"Perfect." He said before selecting an outfit. White
underwear, a black bra and a red old dress. He also grabbed a pair of heels
that were on the dryer. “I look very strange.” He said seeing himself in the mirror back in her
room. “These things are uncomfortable” he said, seeing the heels and trying to walk in
them.
“It's not a good
outfit. My mom usually dresses better when she goes to dinner with dad for their
anniversary or even when they go to family parties that they don't like. But
it's the best I can do.” He said
resignedly before slipping out the window carrying a portion of his savings.
Nervous on edge, but confident that no one
would notice the truth. He took a taxi to a well-known bar not far from his
house. He entered with excitement, but when he was inside, it didn't take long
for him to start getting strange looks. “(Oh no,
they noticed.)” Nick thought as
he stood still.
There he could see how people looked at “her”
briefly and made weird faces. He was about to run away when a drunk woman
walked past him. "Hey darling... what
happened to you? Did the wardrobe throw up on you..." The woman
said before staggering on her way.
Nick didn't understand what she meant at
first, but then he realized. “(OH, it's my
outfit. I knew it was strange, even for an older woman)” Relieved, he sat down and excitedly ordered a jar
of beer, which soon arrived.
He examined the jar and couldn't believe
it. It was a real beer. “(They actually served
me a beer)” he thought excitedly. “(Well,
it's logical, they don't see an 18-year-old boy, they see a woman over 40 in a
crappy outfit)” Without further
waiting, Nick took a big sip of his beer. “It
tastes amazing.” He said smiling.
That was the first of many nights in which
he used the medallion to transform into his mother and then go to hanging out.
Over time he learned to master heels. He had even started buying his own
clothes for his outings to the bar.
By using the shape of his mother's body,
he could buy all kinds of clothes and implements without attracting judgmental
or curious glances. Luckily for him, those who ran the stores always gave
advice on which outfit would look best on “her”. That's how he learned to
combine the clothes better.
He even started going to bars further away
from his house, where they didn't know his mother. This way gossip or rumors
would not be created about her. But he was cautious and bought a fake wedding
ring to wear on his outings. So even if someone who knew his mother saw something,
they wouldn't make wrong guesses.
To his surprise. His mother didn't seem to
notice anything and she didn't have any changes in her body. What he did notice
was that her sleep was even heavier when he used her body.
Once he tried hitting his neighbor's car
by throwing a rock. The loud alarm went off in the middle of the night and
Nick, in the copy of his mother's body, spied into their room.
His father seemed to notice the alarm, but
went back to sleep. Instead, his mother. She was still stiff as a stone. That
gave him relief. He knew that although they did not exchange bodies, his mother
was not affected in any negative way.
A couple of months passed and Nick had
become an expert in makeup and fashion. Once he was sure that his parents were
asleep, he would put on his medallion and rub it. When had the body of his
mother. He took out the hidden drawer behind his closet and began to put on
makeup. He would take out a series of outfits from the same hiding place and
choose one.
Finally, he would grab one of many pair of
heels that he hid behind his bed and sneak out to have fun.
That little wardrobe that he hid very well
had cost him a good amount of money. But thanks to his part-time job, it didn't
take him to long to earn enough to afford it. Gone were the old-fashioned
outfits that his mother usually left carelessly in the laundry room.
After comparing his new outfits to his
mother's old outfits, Nick could understand why his mother took little care of
them. They were just ugly. She had new ones that she keeps very well in her
bedroom.
Without further waiting, he went to the
bar he always frequented and ordered a large mug of beer. Another habit he had
acquired was to put on a friendly attitude, this way men would approach “her”. He
found their flirting strategies very funny, because they seemed ridiculous to him.
When he felt he had enough of their bad
pick-up attempts, he would show them his fake engagement ring and they would
usually walk away.
If someone insisted, a single sentence was
enough. “Do you want me to call the guard to
take you out? Leave me alone." That was enough. Nick continued
with his night having another beer and then dancing a little time.
When he saw that it was early morning, he
took a taxi to home. He entered very stealthily and always remembered to return
to his body before falling asleep on his bed.
He always hanged out without telling his
parents. They didn't care if he went out or not, as long as he didn't get into
trouble and didn't make any scandals. Also, by leaving without telling them,
they were not paying attention to what time he would return. This way he
avoided being seen arriving using the copy of his mother's body.
He had done it so many times that he had
perfected his routine of: transformation, preparation, party at the bar, come
back and transform back. And like any routine, it was starting to bore him. So,
he planned that one day, he would go further.
ONE MONTH AFTER.
Memories of last night were beginning to
fade as Nick woke up one Sunday morning. He yawned as he remembered the night before
when he decided to go further with his mother's body and decided to dance with
a nice man.
He remembered that man, Mike. He was
pretty sweet when he asked him to dance. At one point, he grabbed him by the
waist and they continued the night's hugging each other. It was the first time
that while he was using his mother's body, someone hugged him and were very
affectionate.
They were sweet memories. “I want the occasion to be repeated.” Nick said while he was still half asleep. “Next week with
pleasure.” said a strangely familiar voice. “hm?” Nick opened his eyes and noticed a
couple of things, none of them good.
He was still in his mother's body. Which
wouldn't have been all that bad if he wasn't hugging Mike, the guy he met
yesterday at the bar. That wasn't the worst. They were both naked, with the
sheets of that hotel room being the only thing that covered them. That wasn't
the worst either. Nick felt his neck and noticed that the medallion was not on
his neck.
Desperate, he got up and started looking
for it. His clothes were scattered piece by piece in a path that led from the
bedroom door to the bed. He checked each one of them, but the medallion was
nowhere to be found. “Is something wrong, Briana?” Mike
said that he had gotten up with the commotion.
It was then when Nick began to realize how
bad things were. “WHAT DID WE DO LAST NIGHT?”
he asked, afraid of the answer.
¿To Be
Continued?
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Writer’s Opinion ---------------
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After
having the idea. I gave myself the freedom to make it as long as it had to be.
I liked it. That's why the story was so long. I thought I should add necessary
things to make it look good. That's when the story caught my interest.
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Honestly,
I'm not sure if I will continue the story or not. If I do, it would just be ONE
chapter. And a much shorter one. I'm sorry if that disappoints you.
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I will
hear anything you have to say about the story and if you want or not another
long chapter. You can have ideas if you want. I will see if I apply them or
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