One last night
One last night
A request for @wohngdts989
Tim’s mom had always been very clear, the jewellery box was out of bounds. So, even after she was gone it took him a long time to work up the nerve to go through her things.
It almost felt like she was still in the house as he cracked open the wooden lid of the box. He half expected her to burst in and scold him for prying. Instead, there was silence, just the sound of the game on tv and his father’s snoring.
He sat on the floor by his parent’s bed and turned the contents out. He was soon surrounded by sparkling trinkets. His mom had always been a girly girl, he couldn’t remember ever seeing her without at least some jewellery and expertly applied make-up and he didn’t think she even owned a pair of pants. He could picture her now wearing that necklace or those earrings. The pain of losing her tempered by the fond memories the jewellery prompted.
He picked out one particular, a simple wooden pendant that she had been her favourite. He smiled remembering how she had worn it every day.
On impulse, he slipped it over his neck thinking that wearing it would help him feel closer to her. What he did not expect was the sudden transformation that followed.
As soon as the pendant dropped against his chest there was a spark of electricity, a sudden jolt that made him yelp. He grabbed at the necklace intending to tear it off but his body was no longer responding to his commands. Instead, he found himself undressing, stipping off his customary jeans and t-shirt and letting them fall to the floor.He sat in front of the mirror of his mother’s old dresser his hands move over the selection of makeup his father had never gotten around to clearing away. They start applying the cosmetics to his face, foundation, lipgloss, mascara and eyeshadow. He had never even thought of doing something like this, wasn’t even sure what half the stuff was plastering on his face was but it went on with expert precision.
By the time he was done he hardly recognised himself, in fact, the more he stared the more certain he was that it was not just a clever illusion. His face really was different. He no longer saw his boyish face in the mirror but that of a pretty girl. As he was still trying to process that he found himself picking up a tortoiseshell brush and pulling it through his short sandy hair. With each stroke of the brush, his hair grew a little longer and changed colour. In a few minutes it was past his shoulders and a brassy shade of blonde.
He picked out a few more pieces of jewellery, some rings that fit easily on his now slim fingers, a pair of hoop earrings that fit into the holes that had appeared in his ears.
The changes spread to the rest of his body, fat swelling around his narrow hips and thighs. His nipples tingled as they grew larger and more sensitive, a pair of small breasts budding on his chest. A groan escaped his pouting lips as his junk shrank and vanished inside him leaving just a modest bump and an unfamiliar new opening.
“No no no.” he moaned this can’t be happening. I can’t be a… a girl!”
But there was no denying the facts, a girl about his own age and naked looked back at him from the mirror.
He didn’t get to admire the view for long though. Just a moment later he found himself standing and walking to his mother’s wardrobe. He began pulling out pieces of clothing more or less at random until he found something the force controlling him liked the look of then, despite his protests he found himself trying it on. Lace panties were followed by a strapless bra and both were covered by a sexy black dress. With each new addition, his body changed a little more. His figure filled out, his breasts expanding to fill his bra. His backside swelled until every move sets it jiggling. He grew taller, heavier, older. Looking back at the mirror he no longer saw a girl but a woman. Strikingly beautiful and very very familiar to him.
“Mom!?!” he gasped in a voice that sounds exactly like her’s “”What, what’s happening why do I look like you?”
“My boy, my dear sweet boy” his mother’s voice answered him “Thank you. Thank you for letting me borrow your body. I never had a chance to say goodbye to your father before the accident and even from beyond I could feel how deeply that hurt him, hurt you both. I had to come back and give him the closure he needs. I’m sorry if I frightened you but this was the only way I could you see you both again if only just for one night.”
“I understand mom. I miss you too.” he replied tears streaking his face “I wish, I wish…”
But his voice is already fading as his mother’s spirit pushes him into the recesses of his own mind and a deep and dreamless sleep.
Smiling to herself she turns back to the dresser and puts the finishing touches on her outfit. If this is to be her last night with her husband she wanted to look her best for him. She had so much to say to him so much love she wanted to show him, enough she hoped, to last him a lifetime…
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