Part 1

“What the ...” I moaned, turning over and burying my face in the pillow.

Yeah, well. The noise from the included vacuum cleaner still caught up with me, although it worked on the floor below.

- What a fucking life! - having thrown a pillow across the room from anger, I reluctantly got out of bed.

Barely glancing at me, not stopping vacuuming, mom mumbled: "Good morning."

- Good - I burned her eyes. “What the hell did you do at 11 o'clock in the morning, damn it.”

- Sonny, why don't you go with your problems to hell? - she turned off the vacuum cleaner, and, crossing her arms over her chest, stared at me. - You did not have time to wake up, and already grumbling.

“Yeah, considering I only slept for two hours.” There is, dear mom, such a thing as work at night, - turning on the lights in the bathroom, I reminded her. - I worked until eight in the morning, landed home at half past eight and only fell asleep at nine.

Taking a tube of toothpaste, finished:

“And it's eleven in the morning.” Do you understand this?

“Well, of course, I'm terribly sorry,” she drawled. - Listen, now we all plan our affairs, considering you. Looks like you took the vacancy of the Earth Pup.

- Yes, you go with your jokes, - I pulled the towel out of the drawer. - Is it really so difficult to wait a couple of hours with this vacuum cleaner.

“Well, dear, you have to be clean at home,” she chuckled. “I can't wait all day while you are lying in bed.”

- Of course, Mom, this is really an impossible task for you. It is much easier to lose all day with bingo friends, while puffing like a train. It seems that the idea that you can do something else equates to the eighth mortal sin.

“Don't talk to me like that,” she snapped, pulling the cord from the outlet. - You can not even imagine how much work I have in the afternoon.

- Sorry. Did I really miss something: cigarettes, bingo, coffee, daytime TV shows and similar garbage. Yes, really, you, mummy, work like Papa Carlo.

Turning on the shower, I suggested:

- Get a real job in the afternoon, and you will understand what it means to really get tired. Although, hardly anyone wants to take a person with incomplete secondary education.

With a sense of victory, I slammed the bathroom door and climbed into the shower, in the noise of which my mother had drowned the answer.

How long do I have to suffer with all this crap? I hated living in my own home, but I didn’t allow myself to do anything else until I returned my college loan. I do not live, but I exist: college - five days a week, work - three nights plus a weekend, and in the few free hours - I am overwhelming my homework, and Mom is always displeased with everything. That's right, she almost envies the fact that I'm in college. The very school left when it flew from one guy, and hypertrophied pride prevented her from returning. My older sister Gwen was absolutely right when she left us three years ago.

“Why does the father live with her?” I thought, rubbing the shampoo vigorously into my hair. Ten percent of their time they talk to my mother, forty percent - do not notice each other, and the rest of the time - they quarrel with each other. And again, I promised myself that as soon as I could, I would certainly eat from here.

* * *

- Where are you going? - Mama sat in the kitchen with a cigarette, sandwiched between the fingers turned yellow from tobacco - it was one of her favorite questions.

- You know, - she dragged on, - I wish I could live your life for a day.

“Hmmm, if you like, please.” I shook my head. “You think for twelve hours on your feet, working on a bunch of lazy bastards from the union, that's great, please go ahead and have a song.

Wearing sunglasses, I continued:

- However, you are sure that I am not doing a damn thing.

- And you try like me: washing, cleaning, shopping and more, and see who is harder.

- Yes, no question, ma, - I grinned. - Here I will have a vacation, and I'm all yours.

Finishing a cigarette, my mother lit a new one and exhaled:

- And you would not go, son, to dick.

- I love you too, ma.

* * *

- Good morning!

- BUT? What? - I jumped up, rubbing my eyes and looking around, trying to determine what time it was, however, there were no hours anywhere.

- Get up, dormouse. The sink is full of dirty dishes, dirty laundry to hell, and you will not look at the floor without tears.

- Listen, this is not funny. Go to the forest, ”I whined, laying back in the cot. “I have a day off today, and you have to be an idiot to spend it on your damn household chores.”

“No, no, these are your household chores,” her voice rang with joy. “Now you have become a mommy.”

- What? - I sat down abruptly and looked around, my exact copy stood by the bedside; amazed, I closed my eyes, suspecting that I had not yet woken up.

“Get up, Mommy,” my copy giggled, “damn, it's my own voice!” - I'm leaving, and when I return in the evening, I want to see a delicious dinner and a clean house. I think dad wants the same thing.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and found that the twin was still there.

- What the hell is going on?

Throwing off the blanket, I got out of bed, almost collapsing my face into the carpet. Looks like I have gained a lot of weight. I looked down and saw that during the night I had grown healthy tits. In a panic, I put my hand under the nightie that was on me (does anyone know what kind of scum she pulled at me?) And found a female primary sexual sign between her legs.

- Do you like? - inquired Alter ego. - Better than those whores you brought home, eh?

If I hadn’t been so scared, I’d just have to vomit right on the carpet. Not paying attention to anything. I broke into the bathroom. Turning on the light, I noticed that my nails were painted pink lacquer and about an inch long.

“Damn, this cannot be,” having gathered the remnants of courage, I looked in the mirror — from there my mother looked at me.

It was her body, and I - my essence was inside.

“What the hell is this all about?” - I asked the mirror, hoping that the voice does not betray the horror that gripped me.

“Pinch me,” came from outside the door. - But I like it. All that I know is that I woke up in your body. And I am planning to spend my day off today exciting and interesting.

Laughing loudly, she added:

- Sorry, but bingo does not shine today, but the house is full of work, so you will not be bored. Until.

Having lost the gift of speech, I stupidly stood and stared in the mirror. With a trembling hand, I felt one breast and groaned with pleasure when my cold fingers came across a swollen nipple.

"Do I like it?" - I thought, even more frightened than before. Then with my other hand, I felt a damp mound between my legs, and, thrusting my finger into the gap, I realized that I liked it more and more.

- Yes, she went to hell. We will both have a day off today.

I put my second finger in my newly acquired pussy and smiled.

* * *

Standing under a hot shower washing my new body, I soaped my hands and carefully examined it. Paying special attention to the breasts, thanks to which maman once got a place as a bartender and vagina, who gave life to two children - me and my sister, I almost finished. Damn, women have so many ways ...