"See, I told you it would work. So...would you like to inspect what I'm offering?" my mother asks as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, turning back to look at the short hunched figure sluggishly descending the stairs. The person, silhouetted by the light streaming in from upstairs, shuffles awkwardly down to the landing as they stand next to my mother. They seem positively tiny even compared to my 5'8" mom, a black hoodie and baggy jeans obscuring much of their body shape.
Suddenly I hear something come from the figure, a sharp gasp followed by a delighted squeal. Dragging their feet as they walk they rush over to the seat with my drooling mindless form, a pair of petite alabaster-toned hands emerging from the long hoodie's sleeves as they begin to poke and prod at my body.
A feminine chuckle rumbles out from under the hood of the mystery figure as their hands grope at and roam my tall masculine frame, pausing with an accompanying gasp as they reach my groin.
"So...this is...mine?" croaks the mysterious figure, their voice sounding undoubtedly girly yet tinged with exhaustion.
"It can be" my mother replies, grinning as she walks over to the figure. "Assuming you want it that is"
"Oh yeah, you fucking bet I do" the voice calls back, the exhausted droning tone doing little to hide their excitement.
As they shuffle around my body, practically crawling into its lap as they explore, I manage to get a better look at the guest. A mane of messy and matted strawberry blonde hair shows through the opening in the hoodie for brief moments as she moves about, a set of thick black glasses popping in and out of my view.
The oversized hoodie and jeans make it hard to make out her body shape. However, it slowly dawns on me just who this mystery person was.
"Gra...Gracie? Gracie Marshal?" I stammer, my digitized voice crackling through the old speakers.
The mysterious figure jumps with a start, whipping its head around as the hood falls away. I'm met with the sight of the awkward nerdy girl from down the street, her hair appearing unwashed for god knows how long and with large dark bags underneath her pale blue eyes. She had always been a little...off from what I had seen of her, growing up as a fat and dorky middle child. I remembered her being bullied at school for the brief period we were there at the same time, with me having left for college well before her.
As she looks around the room her eyes fall on the computer, her gaze meeting my own as she zeros in on whatever I was seeing through.
"Oh...h...hey...I mean...you're still here?" she squeaks nervously before switching to an annoyed drone, trying to give at least a little smile as she shows her somewhat prominent buck teeth.
"Yeah...yeah I am...get any from my...my..." I stammer, struggling to find the words to describe the situation.
"Your, your what?" she grumbles, climbing off of my body awkwardly. "This is my new body, my new life. Ms Hughes says I deserve it more, she actually appreciates me and I..." she begins to explain in a matter of fact fashion.
"Deserve it! What the hell are you talking..." I shout back, cutting her off before suddenly finding the speakers shutting off.
"Sorry dear" my mother coos, looking at Gracie. "Looks like he still isn't with the program yet.
"It's alright...mom" Gracie replies back sweetly, her tired voice tittering nervously as she tries out calling her soon to be former teacher mom.
I try to scream, try to protest as the two grin at each other knowingly. My mother paces around to behind the seats, pulling the electrodes carefully from my head. Gracie, with her shoulders slumping and her eyes hooded falls back into the neighboring chair as she lets out a loud yawn.
"I always said you were amazing Ms Hughes, you...you're just the best" the tired voice of Gracie nervously mutters to my distracted mother.
As my mother continues to prepare for the next stage of the procedure a warm smile spreads across her thin lips, obviously enjoying the adoration this nerd had for her. "Why thank you dear, let's get you into your new self" she replies, grabbing another swab and dabbing it across Gracie's freckled forehead.
My mother furrows her brow as she cleans Gracie's head and places the electrodes. "When did you last...shower?" she asks, her nostrils flaring a little as she inhales.
"I...uh...well I saw Mark on Saturday...and I've had raids Monday and Tuesday...oh and I was up all night marathoning Hero Aca...It's nearly been a week I guess" Gracie explains, also letting slip why she looked so damn tired.
My mother chuckles a little, leaning back to avoid whatever smell was offending her. "Well...you'd better take better care of yourself once this is..." my mother begins to say before being cut off by Gracie.
"Oh I will, I'll be the best man I can be" she replies giddily, slumping a little more in the padded armchair as she struggles to stay awake.
As the last electrode is placed my mother heads back to the computer, typing away rapidly as she prepares for the upload. Without a word of warning she hammers the enter key, causing the whirring cacophony to begin once again.
Gracie's tired eyes go wide as the process begins, her grinning face twitching as her mind is drained from her body. Her limbs begin to convulse as well, my new angle giving me a new perspective on the process.
"This feels so...weeee....dddddd..." Gracie groans, trying to speak as more and more of her mental faculties are transferred into code.
Suddenly the whirring dies down as Gracie's 5'3" frame collapses in its seat, curling up into a slumped ball of loose-fitting clothes.
My mother pauses for a moment, looking at the screen her eyes dart of the text rapidly crawling across the old monitor. Suddenly she perks up, tapping her forehead as she remembers something. "The speakers...give...me...a...second..." she mutters, rapidly typing at the keyboard before turning on the speakers.
"Hello? Ms Hughes? Can you...oh...that's so weird" muses the scared voice of the newly digitized Gracie, a short nervous giggle quickly following through the speakers.
I try to speak again, to voice my hatred of what was happening, but I find myself still muted.
My mother clicks her tongue, grinning malevolently as she looks at the screen. "No, no talking for bad boys...well soon to be bad girls" she says with a laugh, quickly followed by a giggle from Gracie.
"So...do we..." Gracie begins to ask, her musing being quickly cut short by my mother.
"Not yet, we need to get you...ready" she explains, leaning in towards the screen and adjusting her glasses. "You're not really my son...yet. You lack his...education...skills...mannerisms..." she mutters, typing away in each pregnant pause.
"I...oh...oh that's..." Gracie stammers through the speaker, taken aback at whatever was happening.
My mother eventually stands up straight, stretching a little as she looks down at the computer with a sense of accomplishment. Cracking her aged knuckles she heads back over to our mindless bodies, placing the electrodes back on my head one by one.
"So sweetie, what do you teach?" my mother asks, her voice taking on a playful and knowing lilt.
'I...fuck I teach Cinema Studies" Gracie's voice says in amazement and awe.
"And live, where do you live?" my mother asks, placing another few electrodes.
"Well I lived down the road from here, but I will be living at my apartment in the city...the one on 27th" Gracies replies, pausing as she sorts between her own and my own memories.
"Wonderful...now..." my mother says, trailing off as she places the last few electrodes to my empty head. "Would you like to still be...interested in...well..." she begins to mutter, growing nervous at the thought of discussing her new son's sexuality.
"Oh...uh...I suppose I want whatever he...whatever I'm meant to be...into" Gracie replies, unsure as to how to phrase her answer.
"Good...good..." my mom mutters, fiddling with the computer as she puts in the last few changes. "I...well... let's see how it goes" she says nervously, unsure about her own invention thanks to her past failures.
"I believe in you Ms Hu..." Gracie begins to say encouragingly, being cut off as my mom presses the enter key.
I'm forced to watch silently in horror as my body begins to twitch and cough, its extremities flailing slightly as it begins to hack and spit out the mouthful of drool it had accumulated since I had been ripped from it.
"Fuck" winces a deep rumbling voice, my body's hands rubbing over its arms and legs. My body's head cranes up slowly, the once glazed over eyes squinting as they adjust to being used in the dim light.
"That fucking...oh...wow...deep..." my body mutters in a bemused voice, its hands flying up to feel around its face and neck as it coos deeply.
Slowly my body begins to stand on shaky feet, my whole 6'3" frame wobbling as it looks down at the ground. "Shit...fuck that's...I'm tall...I'm fucking tall" my body chirps giddily, turning to face my mother and the computer with a huge grin across its face.
"Well...how does it feel in there?" my mom asks, shooting a look at me as I'm forced to stare at my body move on its own.
"Great...so great Ms Hughes...I mean mom" Gracie says nervously from her new older form. "I feel so...so...not tired" she muses, obviously enjoying the fact I had gotten a full night's sleep the night before.
"I'm so glad sweetie" my mom coos, relishing the sight of her new appreciative son.
My mother turns back to the computer, slowly beginning to type as she prepares for the next phase of her plan. "So...old son...seeing as your body is...occupied, I hope you don't mind looking after Gracie's from now on" she explains, typing away as Gracie paces around her old body.
Reaching down to her resting form Gracie pulls it up by the hood, leaning in to inspect the face of her old self. "Bags under the eyes...pale as heck...freckles...acne scars...no wonder I...you never...this is so confusing..." she stammers, having some difficulty with her new self and perceptions of her former body.
A grin slowly spreads on Gracie's new face, her hands reaching down to my old well-fitting jeans as she grabs at her crotch. Her eyes light up as she comes into contact with my cock, quickly beginning to nibble at her bottom lip as she explores her new organ. "It's...big..." she whimpers, her eyes going wide as she feels it begin to grow in her grasp "Real big".
Turning back to look at Gracie my mom's cheeks begin to grow red, blushing out of embarrassment. "You can...explore later" she calls out, waving the nerdy body thief over to her. "Help me...son, what should Gracie have from you" my mother continues, leaning in and adjusting her glasses.
"Well...obviously my interests...though he was already a pretty big nerd if I remember...my fashion sense, or lack thereof...my skills...he shouldn't have his graduate education, that's for sure...oh...he should be into..." Gracie explains, trying to list what changes should be made before pausing entirely. She leans in behind my mom, whispering into her ear. "Could you...he always...it'd...treat" she conveys quietly, attempting to hide the message from me.
My mother grins from ear to ear at the suggestion, opening her mouth to say something before just simply nodding and typing more into the computer.
"I'm about to...wrap up honey. You should head off before...well..." my mother explains to her new son, nervously looking to the slumped nineteen-year-old girl in the armchair and the large man in his mid-twenties standing beside her.
"But I wanted to...alright mom" Grace complains, relenting quickly to my mother's request. "I'll visit soon alright?" she continues, patting her pockets down in search of my car keys.
"I...I'd be delighted...He...He never visited often enough" my mother grumbled, glaring at me inside the computer.
Gracie begins to walk towards the stairs, squealing with glee as she pulls my old keys from her back pocket. "I get to drive! I get to drive!" she chants in a sing-song voice, turning back to look at me. "Have fun having to ask for rides from your parents and boyfriend, you really should have gotten your license" she taunts, enjoying her reversal of fortunes. "I mean...Mark is great and...I...uh...fuck this is weird..." she mutters, struggling with the dissonance in her blended mind.
She races up the stairs, skipping multiple steps at a time as she tests the limits of her far larger body. I'm forced to listen to her coo and giggles of delight slowly grow quieter as she makes her way towards the front door and out of the house.
I try to talk, to beg, to plead for forgiveness. However, in my muted state I can only watch as my mother begins to affix the electrodes to Gracie's forehead.
"Don't worry...Gracie...you'll be able to talk again soon" my mother hisses, the venom in her voice having only worsened since seeing Gracie play the role of the loving son.
Waddling back over to the computer she slams her pudgy hand down in anger onto the keyboard, causing my vision to immediately darken.
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