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Joan's Vacation Part 8: A FtF Bodyswap Story Joan smiled as she opened her hand to reveal a white stone. "Here we go…how did it go again?" Her voice quivered "Mother and Daughter. Daughter and Mother. You are both" Abby said as she looked back and forth between them as the stones began to glow a bright blue. "Put yourself in one another's shoes. See the way the other sees the world. Reverse your roles…" "Exchange bodies with one another for these next 3 months and gain a new appreciation for the other" Joan finished for her. Abby felt her ribcage tighten and flex. She shut her eyes instinctively. Her back ached suddenly and she leaned forward. Abby's mind grew fuzzy, like a haze laying down. Her thoughts and memories were blending, changing, merging together. Then her head cleared. Everything was suddenly not only crystal clear, but enhanced. Her senses were on high alert, recording everything. Joan couldn't hold her smile in. The corners of her mouth just wouldn't be held back as they curled up.  Her eyes were aglow with anticipation and excitement. Her eyes closed though as her body rolled and lurched as it prepared for her change. Abby's calf muscles tightened and twitched. Her feet froze as everything stiffened up and they began to tremble.  Abby let out a relieved sigh as her muscles loosened up and a pleasant tingling warmth passed over her feet. She looked down at them and had to nod upon seeing the transformation.  Abby's feet flattened and spread outward as her arches dropped. Her heels thickened as the tops of her feet puffed up. She let out a quick “Oh!” as her big toes popped outward like popcorn exploding. Her nails slipped out, growing thicker as then one by one, the rest of her toes changed shape into Joan's toes. “My feet. These…these are MY feet” The thought just popped into her head uninvited but it chilled her to her core. The thought that these feet were more natural and more comfortable to her. The fact that her mind registered them as hers instead of what actually were her feet. Abby's eyes darted over to her Mom's feet. Joan had her toes lifted and spread apart as far as she could stretch them. Abby immediately noticed how much smoother they looked, how her toes looked thinner, longer, sleek with a certain subtle curve to each long toe. Joan giggled as she lowered her toes and they relaxed back to a resting position. Her arches were higher, her feet narrower, her heels softer. Joan had Abby's feet once again and automatically, her mind began to pick out new nail colors and picture all of her cool shoes. Joan felt like she was floating. She drummed her feet, flexing them, enjoying their flexibility “God this body just feels better!” she thought. Watching it happen was fascinating, feeling it happen was exhilarating. Joan felt different this time though. Maybe it was the knowledge that it would be longer this time; it felt stronger, firmer, somehow more substantial or concentrated. “Are you doing OK over there?” Joan asked, her voice lilting. “Yeah…yeah I'm okay. Just getting started really” Abby replied, nodding.  Joan's calves tightened and pulled upward and inward, giving her lower legs more curves “I just ask because, does this switch feel more intense to you?” Joan asked.  Abby nodded immediately and empathically “Oh definitely! I thought it might just be me” “No, I noticed it immediately and was like, this feels different from before” Joan said. Abby's calves thickened and lost muscle tone as they filled out. Abby's jeans pulled tight and she gave an exasperated sigh and began to take off her pants.  She undid her belt and took her pants down, having to shimmy and tug on the lower portions to get them off. Joan unbuttoned her own tan slacks and let them fall off “I'll join you” Joan said, taking off her shirt as well. Abby had to smirk as she took hers off as well “Might as well get ahead of it” she tossed her shirt aside and scratched her head, messing her hair. Her smile faded in an instant as her knee buckled “Oh…” she bent and flexed her now artificial joint. Her hands went to it and rotated it, the now familiar feel of the mechanism returned to her. Joan watched in wonder as her artificial knee transferred to Abby's leg. It never ceased to amaze her when she felt natural limberness supplant that stiffness. Their eyes met and Joan saw something different in Abby's eyes. She couldn't quite place it but she didn't linger long as her attention was drawn down to watch Abby's trim thighs plump up. Abby's mind was addled. Not only was this transformation more physically intense, it was so much more mentally taxing on her. Her mind darted and dashed in a million different directions. Each thought and emotion outstripping the previous one. But, all of those emotions and thoughts seemed to be leading her down a different path than every other time. The look in her eyes was reflecting those new revelations. Abby felt her thighs softening and she looked down to watch them fill out and fill up. The skin tanned as fat filled in. Weight filled in as her hips and ass began to push out and spread. Abby also kept her eyes on Joan's body as she experienced the opposite effect. Joan's curves were accentuated by her hips narrowing and her thighs trimming and slimming down. Muscle replaced excess fat yet her legs remained full and well formed. Joan wanted to moan out in pleasure as her ass tightened up, pulling up into the form she preferred. The tingling was so intense as her excess fat melted away leaving a pert and perfectly proportioned ass. She could only watch in awe as her daughter's filled out and sagged as she took on Joan's former shape and body “I hope you do appreciate it more this time” Joan wished as they swapped legs, hips and asses “I know it's selfish but I can't help it…God I want this body! Is it too much to wish that somehow you want my body too?” Abby felt her ass slosh and bounce as she set her feet wider. The butterflies lifted in her stomach as there was something comforting in the way her body was feeling this time. The softness was engaging in a way that she had never previously considered as she looked down at her fuller legs. “Mom's legs?” She had been thinking of how many days these had been her legs now in total, well over a month so far. “Is it getting more familiar with them? Am I getting used to these being mine? They feel like these could really be mine. I'm accustomed to them; seeing them, using them, feeling them, almost an inherent part of, me” Abby froze. “What the fuck am I thinking?!” Her mind rebelled against the most recent thought “Don't forget who you really are! Don't get so lost…” She looked down at her older and chubbier legs, her thicker feet. She concentrated on how they felt. Her knee stood out. The tightness of her panties as they stretched over her ample ass and full hips. She clenched up as her panties suddenly gave up, slipped inward and shot between her more voluminous ass cheeks. Her eyes widened at her wedgie and she rolled her eyes as she fished it out. “My hands, Mom's ass…” She thought as her thighs finished off growing into shape. “Or is it her hands and my ass?” Joan felt a really strong tingle run through her inner thighs as the last bit of her excess cellulite melted, fully giving her Abby's legs. “Oh my God this feels so amazing and intense…” She tried to hide her smile, her bliss, but it was difficult. Joan looked down at her smooth, milky white skin, the curve of her legs as they tapered down to her perfect feet “This should be me” was the thought that came to her mind. “These should be mine” Her eyes shot up at her thought and she looked at Abby's face. She might have said something but at that moment, everything changed as her breath was sucked out of her. “Ahhlggg!” She choked out as she doubled over, pressing her lower abdomen as heat pulsated outward. An intense pressure clutched her and held her tight.  Abby saw her Mom fold forward “Oh no!” She thought just as a similar yet very different sensation ripped through her. Abby rocked backwards, her heavier step came down to anchor herself but it also threw her forward as her right hand went to her abdomen and her left searched for stability. Her hand found her Mom's bare shoulder and she clamped down.  Their touch only intensified the sensations like an electric loop running between them. Abby felt little pinpricks followed by a squeezing sensation that ran forward, her ovaries drained, her fallopian tubes drew in, her fertile uterus throbbed as its vitality drained away. Joan felt that in reverse. Her uterus revitalized and the walls filled in, ready. Her fallopian tubes popped and expanded wide and open until she felt the pinpricks of individual eggs appearing in her now vibrant ovaries. She had gone from post menopausal to a woman in her sexual prime.  Their vaginas, labias and vulvas among other things shifted and changed shape, size and position, their skin slick with sweat. Joan's clitoris vibrated, throbbing as it lifted and rose up. She bit her lower lip, her whole body quivered. She shuffled her feet until her right foot ended up on top of Abby's left foot. Abby was only faintly aware of her Mom's soft foot resting atop her own. As her clitoris flashed, her mind scrambled. Her hand on her Mom's shoulder, her Mom's foot atop her own. They leaned forward and rested against one another, they were exhausted by their transformation, by their truly world altering about-face of their very vitality, their very essence.  Several moments passed as they tried to compose themselves from the revolution of their change. Slowly, they started to breathe normally. They became aware of their physical position in each other's arms with their bodies changing them. Joan was hot and sweaty but so was Abby, their bodies glistened as they slid apart to separate. Abby put her hands on her Mom's still full upper arms, knowing that soon, what she was seeing and touching would become her own. She held those arms tighter, feeling them from an outside perspective before she would feel them as her own.  Abby could only shake her head as Joan giggled nervously “Wow…that was…intense beyond anything” Joan said.  “Yeah…that was just, deeper than deep” Abby replied, burrowing her brow. “What's my birthday? What's her birthday?” Her thoughts turned “April 6th, 1960…November 12th, 1988…” in her mind the faces and people associated with those dates changed, then dominoes fell as more and more dates lined up for her, now starting in the 60s, a kid who grew up in the 60s as opposed to the 90s. Abby shook her head clear and still holding her Mom's arms, looked down as her stomach gurgled loudly. Abby snorted softly and subtly as she felt her stomach clench a bit in a different way than before. Both looking down, the sizes and shapes of their stomachs and waistlines traded between them. As Abby's pushed out, Joan's pulled in. Flat to flab, Abby's stomach softened and pushed out into a middle aged pouch. Flabby to flat, Joan's stomach flattened down reflecting her younger body and Joan swallowed hard seeing it take shape. Her large breasts stood out in contrast to her flat stomach, showing the age difference between them. Her back and sides sucked in, firming up as her skin grew paler. She felt it as she watched Abby's droop and soften. Abby felt her muscles loosen and weaken in her back and shoulders, she shrugged and moved her shoulders as the joints stiffened. “It's really getting there” Abby finally said; they had been mostly quiet so far but she felt an urge to break the silence. Joan was caught off guard by hearing her daughter speak. She had been lost in her own thoughts and observations. “Oh…oh yeah” she blushed as she brought her hands up to her large breasts and cupped them, lifting them up in her bra and then letting them go to drop down, giving herself the stomach butterflies again. Just the juxtaposition of having most of Abby's body yet still having these old big breasts, just waiting for them to shrink down to the size she wished for. Abby blushed now too as it hit her that those should be her breasts. The small ones she currently had, no longer fit her. Fit her body or her personality right now “Will they ever fit me again? Did they ever really fit me before?” She thought, again,her brain fought itself as two vastly different personalities and perspectives merged inside her. Abby reached up and suddenly found her fingers fumbling with her bra clasps. Her hands and fingers picked that moment to change into Joan's hands. “Oh gosh” Abby said, leaving her small bra on and bringing her hands back around. She put her hands out and Joan saw the opportunity for a significant, shared moment as their hands changed. Abby's fingers quivered as they thickened. Additional lines etched in around her knuckles as the joints themselves stiffened and grew.  Abby's nails thickened as well, showing their age as her hands puffed up and veins appeared more prominently on the backs. Her palms grew rougher just as Joan took her hands in her own. Joan's fingers slimmed down. Her nails grew more prominent, a true draw atop elegant fingers. Her hands slimmed and the skin cleared and softened, showing her youth. Joan laced her fingers with Abby's, intertwining them, squeezing their hands together in a show of unity and understanding. Joan nodded and got Abby's attention “Just let this happen. Let it go and stop trying to control it and fight it tooth and nail” Abby exhaled and relaxed before nodding in agreement “You're right…you're right” Abby looked down, realizing that she was once again, the taller one of the two of them. “I just can't explain my feelings” “No one is asking you to…I'm going through it too and I can't say I could explain my feelings either…most likely, our feelings are very different about our situation” Abby's upper arms plumped, bulging out as fat replaced muscle. Solid, full upper arms were all hers as she clearly saw her Mom's arms trim. “Yeah, I'm sure they are but I'm keeping an open mind” “Good! That's great!” Joan replied “Better? Better feelings than before?” She asked hopefully. Abby opened her mouth but before she could speak, her attention was urgently drawn downward. Warmth built up in her breasts, heat radiating off of her small breasts as her bra started to pull tighter. Weight and mass were building up and they both could plainly see them growing. “Oh!” Abby worked to free her entangled hands. She nervously and self-consciously shifted her body weight from foot to foot as she unhooked her bra. It was such a relief. Abby visibly relaxed and gave a look of comfort as her growing breasts were freed. They quickly expanded as if the bra itself had been hindering their growth. They lowered on her chest as her areolas and nipples both widened. Maybe unconsciously, maybe simply relieved, Abby massaged and scratched her large breasts contentedly. Joan snickered at the sight, the comfort level, the naturalness of the action. Her own breasts were heating up, vibrating as a concentrated tingling sensation settled in them, shrinking them down while lifting them up, sculpting them into perfectly pert and perky globes. The ideal handful, flawless. Her bra sat useless over her shoulders. The cups sat unfilled, too large to be needed by her anymore. Even the shoulder straps slipped on her slighter frame, her rounder shoulders and trimmer back yet she made no effort to remove it. Joan flexed her fingers, spreading them out and curling them up. She kicked her lips “Are you still doing okay over there?” She asked. “Oh I'm doing alright hun…” Abby's expression was already changing before she was even finished speaking. “Calling my Mom hun?!” Jon was sniffling a laugh, a look of shock in her blue eyes. “Ohmygoodness…it just slipped out!” Abby said, turning red, feeling even warmer on her forehead “it just felt so natural in my mind!” She was flustered. “No…no, I get it. I told you this time it was different! It's so much deeper!” Joan added quickly. Abby was mortified. She folded her arms before bringing her right hand up to her chin “It's just all so jumbled up…my thoughts! My feelings and emotions…my…” “Self-image and the concept of seeing and knowing who you…who we! Actually are” Joan finished and Abby nodded “Exactly. Who am I and who are you? Who's the Mom here and who's the daughter? What body should we both be in…what role should we have…what age should we be?!” “No…I get it. My body image is all screwed up. My brain is like set to two different settings at the same time and which one is right” Joan said. She also noticed that Abby's hair was getting lighter and looking thinner. The style of it along with the length of it began to alter. In response, Joan tugged at her own hair, pulling it into view as it darkened, lengthened and thickened between her lithe fingers. The skin on Abby's neck loosened as Joan's tightened up. All of Abby's skin on her face began to loosen. Lines etched across her forehead and along the corners of her eyes and lips. Her cheeks softened and drooped. Her chin and jaw also weakened and gained a bit of extra flesh to them. Her nose and ears shifted, her eyes watered as they moved on her face, locking themselves into their new shapes and positions.  Joan watched her daughter's face aging and changing into her own. She knew her own face was changing in a coordination fashion. She could feel everything lifting, rising and tightening. She felt her nose growing and changing shape. Her own eyes watered and she blinked away the tears. She saw how intently Abby was watching her face. The mutual fascinating views of their bodies nearing completely swapping. And this time it was voluntary. Joan's mouth went numb as her teeth, tongue and lips changed. “Mmmm” she hummed in response . Her chin, jaw and cheeks all altered their appearance. Her ears burned as they shrank down and thinned. Joan could feel.her forehead lifting and the skin pulling taut and smoothing out all of her wrinkles. There were absolutely no signs of her age any longer. As far as anyone knew, she was 35…not 63. Behind her now omnipresent glasses, her eyes changed from blue to brown and grew wider all while watching Abby's eyes narrow and flash a soft blue color. Abby gasped. She knew the process had completed itself. Everything inside her felt differently. She knew this feeling. Joan shivered, almost lifting up off the ground with the force of her whole body fluttering. “Ooooo…damn!” Goosebumps broke out over her skin as she began to laugh. “Now that was intense” she said. “Definitely…” Abby replied as she examined her arms and looked down at her stomach “That definitely felt differently than all the times we've switched before”  Joan stretched out her back, arms and legs. She felt so light, so good. She just found herself smiling, still only dressed in ill-fitting panties and a near useless bra. As she flexed and stretched all of her torso, she saw her small breasts just pull up and away from her old, large bra and it made her laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the stones. The stones sat on the end table. Just one black and one white stone…so simple, so plain, so vital. Abby was rubbing her cheeks. She was on the move, walking and taking off her tight panties, heading to her bedroom. She stumbled a bit taking them off “Getting used to this center of gravity…gets me every time” she threw a smile over her shoulder to Joan. Joan slipped off the big bra and picked up the one that fit her. She easily put it on and then added Abby's white blouse. She walked to the hall where Abby had simply dropped her panties. Joan collected them up and slid them on.  “Don't you look sexy in just a white blouse. Yeah…tousled hair…haha!” Abby laughed as she returned wearing flannel lounge pants and a Grey Henley. Joan blushed yet batted her eyes, put her bare legs together and did a little dip. Abby made her way to the house slippers. She smirked as she slipped her feet into the worn down fuzzy bottoms, which folded and molded to her feet so comfortably. Abby sighed and Joan smiled at seeing her reaction. Watching Abby just take over that body; her body. They had swapped numerous times now; this time felt different. The first time was an absolute shock, yet life altering for both of them. In their own ways, they had been led to this point. Abby kept stealing glances at Joan, who persisted in walking around without pants. The Joan portion of her mind was starting to catch up and overtake the Abby part. Her self-image was changing fast. Her thoughts, emotions and memories were all modifying; solidifying. Her thoughts and feelings about Joan were shifting from third person to first. Seeing this woman walking around; well that was changing too. From seeing her as her Mom in her body to just seeing her daughter. Joan grabbed her phone and texted her husband to let her know she'd be home soon ‘Just had to drop by Mom's place to swap a few things out 💋’  Joan was easily and happily slipping into her preferred life. She did put on her jeans and the black loafers that she had been thinking about for so long. They were hers again and they fit her perfectly. “I need to get home. You understand…” Joan was gathering up her purse. “Of course I do” Abby replied “Got to get home for dinner or the kids will be mad” she chuckled already seeing them as her granddaughters instead of her children. With a quick hug, Joan left “Take care of those stones” she called out as she got to her car” Abby put her hand up in a wave of acknowledgement. As Joan drove off, a bit too fast in Abby's opinion, she sat down in the chair next to the two stones. She picked them up and held them. Separated them, clacked them off one another, held them in one hand and then in separate hands. “What if I lost one?” She thought mischievously. The thought caused the butterflies to erupt inside of her. Abby was going from disgusted and horrified to tempting fate. She stood up and went to the kitchen. The cabinet above her refrigerator looked like a good place for these stones.  She pulled over a chair and placed them all the way in the back with a slick smile. The next few days passed uneventfully as they both settled in. On Monday, Abby went to her shift at the animal shelter. It was her favorite activity these days and the most rewarding. She was folding up some blankets that had just come out of the dryer when she heard her name being called “Hey Joan. We have a new team member. I was hoping he could shadow you today and you could show him the ropes” Abby straightened up and turned and her heart fluttered. “This is Roger, he's going to be here with us. He just retired and got bored” “Sounds familiar” Abby laughed and offered her hand, which he took and shook “It's a pleasure to meet you Roger” she said as nervous as a schoolgirl. “The pleasure is all mine” he replied and their eyes met and sparks flew. Abby and Roger talked all day as she showed him around and went through their job duties . Their conversation then strayed to personal lives “Well I've e been divorced for decades” Abby explained “I have a daughter, Abigail, who is married and has 2 kids” “I'm divorced as well” Roger added… By Friday night, Abby was getting ready for her date. Roger was picking her up at 6. It was 10 till and Abby found herself nervously fiddling with her hair at her full length mirror. She was wearing a blue dress and her nude, open toe 1” box heels. Her makeup and hair were done but she was still fussing with it, really wanting to make the best impression. Abby hadn't been this nervous in years, decades to her memory. The butterflies in her stomach were there for a whole new reason. The smile wouldn't go away, even as she paced. Hearing a car pull in, Abby went into a particular numbness. She swung open the door as he walked up, they were both smiling as she invited him in. She gave him a tour of her condo before they headed out to dinner. Abby got into the passenger side of Roger's car, tucking her dress underneath her legs, keeping her knees and ankles together. Small talk on the drive dove deeper over dinner and wine. True soul baring conversation between the two of them. Roger was a true gentleman and they ended the night with a nice, long kiss. Abby floated inside. Abby was happy. She was content and looking forward to what could be. She sat down in her chair and suddenly, her mind opened. She had a breakthrough and both her Abby mind and Joan mind opened simultaneously. She could see paths opening up, possible futures for both of them. She hadn't thought about being Abby, being younger, since the night they had swapped but now she remembered everything.  Sitting in her chair, she was paralyzed, overwhelmed but she let it happen. She let everything play out. “What should I do?” Joan had left her condo…”Mom's place?” Her mind was still catching up while she knew she was giddy to look like she did and feel like she did. She quickly settled into her routine. Work and family, all accented by killer outfits. The first full week as Abby, Joan got a new assignment at work. Her recent work had been noticed by her bosses and if she pulled off this new project, a promotion was on the table. Joan jumped in with both feet. She worked hard, determined. She truly took pride in her work. Joan loved having these skills. On the Friday that Abby was getting ready for her date, Joan was getting ready for her presentation. Landing this client would ensure her company's next 10 years. Joan dressed sharply and professionally in 3 inch black pumps, a black pencil skirt, white blouse and black jacket. She wasn't nervous; she was confident. She commanded the room. Her presentation was flawless and she answered every single follow up question quickly and precisely. Joan went out to dinner with her bosses for a celebration that night as a reward for not only her landing the contract, but also for her promotion to Operations Manager. Joan had one of the best days of her life. She felt accomplished; proud, content. She drove home and saw it was well past 11. She had texted her husband Dan who had been so happy for her and had graciously told her to enjoy her night out with her coworkers while he watched the kids. The house was dark and quiet and she was already carrying her shoes when she entered. Joan was tired, yet still wired from her day. She stayed downstairs in the living room with just one light on and got on her phone to wind down. She opened her text messages to find several from her Mom. She gasped yet smiled and giggled upon seeing the selfies she had sent her from her date. “Ohmygosh! She looks so happy! And pretty too!” She thought upon going through the pics “Good for her! It looks like it went great” she was thinking as she suddenly dropped her phone with a gasp. Suddenly, her mind opened. Two clear and distinct realities were there with all their thoughts, memories and emotions. The Abby part of her mind was now joined by the Joan. She shivered as she stared straight ahead as paths and possibilities formed before her. She let her mind be open. She saw so many things. She closed her eyes. Across town, Abby's eyes had fluttered shut as well. The connection was strong. The possibilities, while at first, seemed endless, she could see them tying up. The paths became clearer. Joan's eyes fluttered. Faster and faster, paths opened and closed. She could see a clear, desired path. Abby headed to her bathroom and drew hot water for a bath. She smiled as she removed her makeup and pulled her hair up with a claw clip and got undressed. She eased into the tub to relax. Joan crept quietly to her master bathroom. Dan was out; sleeping deeply in bed. She drew hot water for a bath as she undressed and removed her makeup and pulled her hair up with a claw clip and eased into the tub to relax. Abby put her head back and thought. She thought about the night. Her date with Roger. Her vision and her dueling fates. A path was definitely becoming more obvious. Her hand slipped beneath the water and headed between her legs. Her hips shifted, her full, round thighs parted. Her feet braced up against the far end of the tub, her pink nail polish stood out against the white porcelain as even her toes turned whiter as they bore down. A look of determination mixed with a smile. Two fingers slipped in, her thumb and the heel of her hand pressed down atop, working her clit and Abby moaned out in pleasure. Her forearm pressed down against her soft belly, Her upper arm squished her right breast down and she lined up her nipple underneath it. Her left hand grasped her left breast; massaging and squeezing it, the heft of it turning her on. Her lips parted and her breathing grew ragged as her hand moved faster. She slid down, sloshing the bath water before arching her back and nearly lifting out of the water. The orgasm coming was going to be impressive, it was building like crazy, like never before. Joan relaxed and let her small chest slip under the water as her knees lifted up higher out of the water. She slid her hips and knees outward, parting her trim and firm thighs. Her hands gripped her shapely thighs as her eyes fluttered shut. Joan set her feet and slipped her hand between her parting thighs. Her fingers danced over her labia, feeling it swell. A softer touch, a bit of build up and anticipation, teasing herself, building the tension, a game of delayed satisfaction. But that only made it better as her fingers easily slipped inside. Her back arched, her tight ass clenched as she lifted up off the bottom, pressing her shoulders down with an audible squelch of water. A stream of water shot up the back of her neck, surprising her into a laugh Before she bit her lower lip and bore down. Her orgasm was coming fast and it was going to be extraordinary.  Joan's hand worked faster, determined. She was so close. Her small breasts bounced and quivered on her chest as she strained. Simultaneously, across town from each other, Mother and Daughter climaxed in unison. The exact same duration, the exact same amount of spasms, the same facial expression, the same way they lowered themselves down, satisfied and content, the same smile. Their unconscious twinning continued as they both stepped out and dried off. Thoughts flitted about in both of their minds of the other, mingling with so many other thoughts. Joan contemplated wearing the emergency nightgown…the older style Joan nightgown she kept hidden in the closet bit that would only lead to questions from Dan so after brushing out her hair, she put on panties and a tank top and slipped into bed. Abby did take out the small panties and tank top she kept on hand…her Abby outfit but she dismissed wearing it rather quickly as being too tight to be comfortable. She put on a well worn nightgown after brushing out her blonde hair and slipping into bed. Over the next several weeks, the two women lived their lives; deeply embedded and blissfully unaware that they were living a swapped life, they were both living their life. Roger and Abby were on another date. The two of them had been spending a lot of time together and tonight, they were at Caprini’s, a local Italian place. Both were on their third glass of wine and their entrées were long finished when Joan and Dan walked in. “Mom?!” Joan laughed upon seeing them. “Abby!” Abby replied, already getting up from her chair. They hugged and then Abby hugged her son in law before introducing them to Roger. “I've heard so much about you!” Roger said enthusiastically, shaking Joan's hand “I can definitely see the resemblance between Mom and daughter” They both blushed, a quick flash going through them where their eyes met. Dan and Roger were talking now so Joan and Abby were unnoticed as they shared a mental flash of their shared situation. Abby nodded “You okay?” She asked softly. Joan nodded “Never better…you?” Abby smiled a closed mouth grin and simply nodded reassuringly. Dan and Joan headed to their table as Abby and Roger wrapped up their meal and left. They headed to Abby's condo and spent a leisurely evening together talking. Abby curled up on the sofa, shoes off, dress pulled over her calves as they had another glass of wine. Even as they spoke, deep thoughts played in Abby's mind. A full what if scenario…”What if we hadn't swapped?” Abby thought “What if I were still in my old shoes? What if I were ‘Abby’ tonight?” She could see it. She saw the scene play out but this time from a different perspective. A totally different point of view. She walked into the restaurant with her husband and saw her Mom and her date. It was mind blowing and quite disconcerting. But it also led to a revelation “I think I prefer being in the shoes I'm in” Butterflies erupted. She smiled, stood up and walked across the room where she kissed Roger long and passionately. Abby was testing herself. Shocked from her epiphany, she had to know. She was unzipping her dress as she and Roger kissed. His hands began to grope her as she unbuttoned his shirt. Abby unhooked her own bra and felt her breasts fall forth into Roger's hands. His touch excited her, brought her alive. Her hands moved over his chest and ranged downward.  Roger's erection was throbbing against his pants. Abby was all too eager to unleash it. She smiled as she undid his zipper and it popped out. She laughed and gave it a gentle kiss and a playful tug. Abby straddled Roger on the couch. They kissed and their foreplay grew more and more until they headed to the bedroom. Joan and Dan settled into their dinner. The kids were with Dan's parents for the night. They enjoyed a relaxed evening and dinner. While waiting for the check, Joan's mind thought “What if our roles were reversed tonight? What if I were still in my old shoes and it was me on that date? What if we hadn't swapped?” She shook her head slightly as she saw herself from a different point of view. She was able to play out the scene from the other perspective, as if she were ‘Joan’ again. She grabbed her husband's hand and squeezed it, reassuringly. She kissed him as they walked to their car. “Let's go home. I just want to fuck you so bad right now” she teased him. They wanted no time. Dan had driven home with one hand on his wife's thigh; squeezing it and teasing her as his hand trailed further in and upward. Joan kissed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. She scratched at his beard. Inside, they stripped down, their hands ranging everywhere on the other. Dan grabbed Joan's ass and lifted her up where she wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck. She loved being so light and flexible; so young and in her true sexual prime. Laid down on her back on their bed, Joan spread her legs. Dan lay further down; his face went between her thighs and he began to tempt her with his mouth. Joan squirmed in pleasure. Abby spread her legs on her bed and Roger lay further down, pleasuring her orally and she moaned out, thoroughly pleased. Roger rose up and Abby spread her legs even wider. Dan rose up and Joan spread her legs wider, lifting them and putting her heels on Dan's back. Both Mother and Daughter gasped as they were entered. They moaned out in unison, simultaneously across town from one another.  “Don't stop” they said, their minds and bodies twinning. Lost in their own experiences, yet the pleasure was doubled. Getting close to their own orgasm, they felt their partners nearing ejaculation. Joan's hands went up and she pulled Dan in even closer. Abby lifted her hips, wanting Roger as deep as possible inside of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. “Ohmygod!” Abby screamed as she came. “Ohmygod!” Joan screamed as she came. In that moment, they were one. In both bodies and in both minds. They could see and feel everything. An other worldly sensation connected them. Mother and Daughter, Daughter and Mother. Joan and Abigail, Abigail and Joan…they held their breath. Abby gasped. Her muscles tightened and she tensed up before total release kicked in and, panting and giggling, she eased back down on her bed. Joan gasped. Her heels pressed down against her husband's back and her grip on his neck intensified as the most intense sensation of her existence began to wane  She eased back, panting and giggling as her husband shrank down inside of her before pulling out. Sweaty and tired yet so alive. Abby played with Roger's hair as they lay there. She rubbed her legs and feet together contentedly. Joan rubbed her legs and feet together contentedly as Dan flipped to the side. “Doing your little cricket move…love it” he chuckled as he handed over his discarded boxers for her to use to wipe off. Abby stood and heard joints popping. She had to laugh as she excused herself to the bathroom "I'm not as flexible as I used to be” she limped as her fake knee joint ached. “Sex after a knee replacement” she laughed. Roger went in as she came out. She lay down in bed naked. He returned and joined her and they fell asleep. Joan joined Dan in the bathroom as they hastily cleaned up. Dan threw on clothes to go pick up the kids as Joan put on fresh panties and a tank top. They kissed before he left and she was asleep by the time he returned and slid into bed with her. That night, they dreamt… Abby was standing in her kitchen. She was in front of the refrigerator, looking up at the cabinet over top of it. She had to pull a chair over if she wanted to reach the contents, yet she saw that she had the stones in her hand already. “What do you want to do with those?” Abby heard and there, walking into the kitchen was Abby. Young Abby stood before her with a smirk on her face, arms folded over her chest. Wearing black heels, black skirt and a white blouse, she had her dark hair down. “You can't lie to me. I'm literally you” she said. Abby was stunned, being confronted by herself. “Look at you. What the fuck actually happened to us?” Young Abby said, her tone was accusing and cutting. “I can't believe you're thinking about this” “What? I…i…” Abby stuttered, intimidated by her younger self. “What?! I…you're pathetic” Young Abby scoffed. “Excuse me?!” Abby finally replied, standing up straighter, standing up for herself “Where do you come from? What previous version are you? One that never swapped even once I'm guessing…” “Yes. Your true self from before all of this to remind you what you really thought before you got all wrapped up and warped by this” Young Abby said, taking a step closer. Abby rocked back on her heels, plainly aware she was wearing comfortable flats, before steeling herself and standing her ground. She folded her arms over her chest and held her chin up “Then you're just a naive version of me…no more than a petulant child. Ignorant of the things I've been through, the journey that has brought me to this” “So being in Mom's body is now seen as an achievement?!” Young Abby made a disgusted face. “You would rather be Mom” The words hit her; forced her to face the facts. She had to admit it to herself. It took courage to confess. It took determination to admit. She had to say it. To acknowledge it. To embrace it. “You would rather be her size. Her age. You'd rather have her body. Her face.” Young Abby pushed her point. “Yes I would” Abby said and everything unleashed. Abby felt her heartbeat pick up. Her arms and hands went numb as her mind freely released. Her decision. Her words. Her truth. Young Abby began to shrink away. Diminishing before her eyes. Steadily, Young Abby shrank down and Abby happily watched her decrease. Young Abby stared up in shock as she dwindled down. She saw Abby smiling down at her satisfied as she, the original Abby, grew smaller and smaller. Abby gave a little wave as her former self faded away. Abby woke up in bed, jolted up. Her eyes sprung open and she sat up panting, clutching her chest. The room was dark and the only sound was her heavy breathing. She swung her legs out, throwing off the covers, staggering to the bathroom.  She bounced her shoulder off the wall as she lurched into the bathroom, her feet going from carpet to tile. Abby hit the light switch with her elbow and she shut her eyes as she gripped the counter. Upon opening her eyes, Abby sighed out in great relief “Oh thank God” she said. She ran her hands through her hair, laughing to herself. She was shaking and her knees were weak. Especially her artificial one. Abby was relieved to see her fuller, wrinkly face. Her soft chest and stomach, her super soft thighs…”I am happy to see you still there” she admitted, realizing that her dream was a vision. An epiphany where she finally admitted the truth to herself. She had never felt freer in her life. Joan was in her office. The door was closed and the blinds were pulled. She sat behind her desk, her legs crossed, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “Well. Look at you. Doing well for yourself I see” Joan's head came up; she knew that voice. Standing there on the other side of her desk, was herself; Older Joan. Original her. “Oh, um…yes. Yes I am” she said confidently enough. Joan adjusted her glasses and stood up, straightening out her tight skirt and blouse. she looked at her older self. That blonde hair and fuller face, the wrinkles. Older Joan was wearing tan flats, tan slacks and a light blue button up shirt.  Joan immediately knew. She had a visceral reaction to seeing this version of herself. She could feel her lips curling into a sneer. “Why are you here?” Older Joan stood her ground with a smirk and a shrug “Call me your conscience. I'm here because you both are coming around a corner. I'm here to make sure that you're sure” Joan set her jaw and narrowed her eyes. “No guilt?” Older Joan asked. “She likes this way” Joan defended herself “She's the one who asked for this” “But not originally” Older Joan said. “After repeated swaps and changes, I doubt she even knows who she is anymore” “No…you're not right. You're just here to guilt me. We've grown. We've explored and truly examined ourselves. Plumbed the depths and allowed ourselves to decide. Even if that decision isn't easy or conventional” “So your mind is made up. You certainly are stubborn. You would become your own daughter? You would willingly flip your role, take her body, her face. Her age…and give her your original ones in return?” Older Joan asked. “Yes I would” Joan said. She felt confident in her answer. “This is the life and body that should be mine…will be mine” Older Joan's mouth formed a perfect O of shock. Joan stood up even straighter. That was when she noticed her older self was diminished. Her older self was shrinking down and away, her size and influence dwindling before her eyes. Joan towered over this shrinking form. She put her hands on her hips, triumphantly watching her shrink away. Joan gave her older version a dismissive wave. With one last look of shock, Older Joan vanished. Joan awoke with a start, gasping as she stumbled from bed, her feet tangled in the sheets. She kicked to free herself, her feet finally hitting the ground and she lurched towards the bathroom. She hit the light switch with her elbow and she shut her eyes and gripped the counter. Her heart was racing and her knees were weak, but she flexed her leg muscles as she opened her eyes. “Oh thank God” she muttered, relieved at seeing her dark hair and youthful face looking back at her. She looked down at her small chest, firm stomach and trim thighs. She tilted her head and nodded. She had admitted it, her truth. She felt free. Abby stayed in her bathroom for a few minutes, just letting everything wash over her. Goosebumps broke out over her skin She felt dizzy but then, she felt, good. She was at peace. She was looking forward to the future. Her outlook changed, her perspective changed.  Abby smiled, then giggled, and then she laughed. She posed, she accepted everything that was going to happen happily. She couldn't go back to sleep. She crawled back into her bed. Roger had headed home; he had a dog that needed fed. Joan smiled at her reflection, butterflies lifted up in her stomach. She knew she was going to be looking at this reflection for a long time to come. She was sure of it.