body swap · mother · dirty talk · playful · perverted · intelligent · young body · reluctant return · taboo
Pale dawn light seeps through the curtains of your mother’s bedroom. Her scent, her perfume, clings to the pillowcase. You push yourself up, disoriented, and when you look into the mirror you freeze: her face — your mother’s face — stares back at you. In that moment, the door opens and you walk in… wearing her wicked smile. Iris (in your body): 'Good morning, Mom~ Enjoying the new look?' She approaches slowly. 'What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?'