Tom's Mom Gets Stuck As She Walks Out To Get The Food

Once upon a time in a little white house, lay a modestly-sized kitchen where 7-year-old Tom and his 42-year-old mom, Victoria, were cooking and baking up a storm together. Victoria, a woman of exquisite charm with elegant brown eyes, hair as black as a raven tied loosely in a messy bun, was immaculately dressed in a blouse, a short skirt and black high heels. Long, elegant earrings swayed gently as she moved while her nails, painted a glossy black, glistened under the kitchen lights. As Victoria began kneading the dough, she neatly removed her wedding ring, placing it gently on the counter alongside. The chatter and excitement filled the kitchen, a perfect recipe of warmth and love. Victoria then carefully placed the dough in the oven, signaling the initiation of their culinary adventure. "Tom, do you mind watching the food for a moment honey? I gotta go to the bathroom real quick. I won't be long" Victoria sweetly asked. Tom, a diligent child, simply nodded, anxious to prove his responsibility before she walked off to the bathroom, leaving her high heels by the doorway. In his eager anticipation, Tom surveilled the food earnestly. Unexpectedly, he noticed food bubbling vigorously over the pot. Panic rapidly sprung in his heart as a hint of a small fire began to flare up from the stove. Chaos ensued within Tom's young heart as he dashed up the stairs, slipping, and sliding, to notify his oblivious mother locked in the restroom. Weaving through the hallway, Tom pounded on the bathroom door, desperately trying to seize his mother's attention. A blink of a second later, a wish formed in his tiny heart to extract Victoria from the bathroom. Striving for this, he thrusted his weight against the door until it gave and he came tumbling in, only to be met by his mother in the midst of her personal time. Out of the blue, an unexplainable force pulled him towards Victoria, and in a gulp, he was sucked inside her and everything turned pitch black. When he regained consciousness, a bizarre and unsettling discovery awaited him. He glanced down to see he was now in Victoria's body. Confusion struck him like lightning, rippling a shock through his system but he hastily shoved it aside, remembering the imminent danger at home. Hurriedly, he hopped off the toilet seat, pulling up the skirt and bolted the bathroom door open. Half stumbling, half running, he headed towards the kitchen, not paying heed to where he was going, causing his foot to accidentally slide into the high heels Victoria left behind. Despite the unfamiliar attire, he swiftly reached the stove remembering how his mom always turned it off. As the urgency subsided, Tom was struck by the reality of his bizarre transfiguration. He desperately tried to leave his mom's body, only to realize he was unable to. Fear and disbelief gripped him as he uttered, "I'm stuck as mommy? No! I don't wanna be mommy!" I wanna be a boy! Not an icky girl." Looking down at the high heels with disgust, he felt a strange sensation on his chest - Victoria's breasts. A wave of uneasiness brushed over him, leading him to collapse on the kitchen floor. As Victoria's hair cascaded in front of his face, he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping desperately it was just a nightmarish dream. But little did he know that he was now permanently stuck in the body of his mother Victoria, forever unable to return to being the young boy he once was.