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“What do you mean I have to babysit tonight? I have plans mom!” 18 year old Hannah Burton exclaimed, as she followed her mother into their house. “What plans? Sneak off and go to some god forsaken underage party? You really think I’m that stupid Hannah?” Her mother replied, giving her a knowing look that she knew what Hannah had been planning to do. “And besides, you’ll be watching little Miss Bridget. Cause me and her mom are going out and having a long overdue girls night.” “That’s not fair! All of my other friends are going, and I told them I’d go! You can’t just dumb this down on my lap at the last minute because you don’t want me to have a fun time!” Hannah proclaimed, trying to dig her way out of the inevitable. “Sorry young lady, but my answer isn’t changing. Now go get changed and head on up the road to the Dukes house.” Her mother replied, standing her ground and pointing up toward Hannah’s room. Sighing, Hannah begrudgingly went upstairs to her room and threw her backpack

April 2020… Miranda Quinn wiped her brow as she set down her soldering gun. An acrid smell hung in the air as she now gently slipped in the final chips and closed the side of her invention. "It's done" she said as she hooked up her laptop to run the final diagnostic tests, confident they would all come back clean. She pulled her long, dark hair back into a tight ponytail and she took a drink of water as she watched the numbers roll in. "This is going to change the world" she sat confidently "but damn it…I need to test it and have proof before I can proceed and since the world is absolutely fucked right now…" Miranda was champing at the bit. She was ambitious, driven and impulsive. She wanted to know. She needed to know if it worked. "But I have no test subjects! If someone else has been working on this, they might have been ahead of me and I'll will be fucked! No one is going to Alexander Graham Bell me on this!" Miranda heard the feet on the floor above her and she sighed and shook her head. Her son was up. Miranda had to work at odd times due to the fact that her 6 year old son was at home too. "Mommy" she heard as she ascended the steps. "I'm coming honey. Mommy was working" she said. Miranda put on a smile as she came up into the kitchen. Drew smiled back, still in his pj's and barefoot, his wild hair in corkscrews. "Why can't I see what you're doing down there? I won't break it…I'll be good" he said as his Mom crossed the room lightly. Miranda got out a bowl from the upper cupboard and filled it with cereal and milk for him. "What I'm working on is very special honey and…" Miranda's voice drifted off as she warmed up. Her cheeks flushed as a chill ran down her spine. "You are not thinking about testing this out with yourself and Drew" she scolded herself. Miranda watched her Don shoveling in his breakfast, milk dripping down his chin that he wiped off with the cuff of his sleeve. Miranda began to argue with herself "How fucking unethical can you be?!" Said one side. "But it works! And I know it works and it's harmless!" Said the other side. Miranda got quiet as Drew finished his bowl, noisily slurping the milk. "Let's go get you ready and signed on for school okay" Miranda said. Even though Drew was just in 1st grade, dealing with online school was suddenly taking up a lot of Miranda's time. She combed his hair as he brushed his teeth and then got dressed as Miranda signed on the laptop. As Drew spent his time in class, Miranda went over her specs time and time again "I'll limit it to just a really quick, really small part. It will be fast and simple. Drew will love it too" Miranda worked on her courage and ethics as Drew worked on math and spelling. After he was allowed to sign off for the day, Drew usually went to watch his favorite shows, but today, his Mom was waiting for him. "So…how would you like to help me out today? I need a special assistant downstairs" Drew lit up and started bouncing and nodding. "You always ask what I'm working on so today, I'm going to show you" Miranda said. Miranda Quinn was 35 and frankly, a genius. She held her PhD high as she worked in very top level development for bioengineering medical companies. She was average in build; 5'5" and 125 pounds. She had straight brown hair and brown eyes. She had married her college sweetheart but he had broken her heart and abandoned her and their son. "There's a lot of scientific stuff I could tell you about what this is but I think the easiest way to say it, is that this let's someone see what the other one is thinking" Drew looked at the set up not really understanding. "It will help doctors to see what people are really thinking about. That's the easiest way to explain it. So, what I need your help with is, I'm going to hook us both up then I'm going to think of certain things and all I need you to do is tell me what you see to see if matches up with what I'm thinking" "I can do that!" Drew lit up again, he loved being helpful for his Mom. He just wanted her to be happy.  It took Miranda a few minutes to get everything hooked up and calibrated. Drew sat in one of the chairs, his short little legs swinging well above the ground. A headband wrapped around his forehead with wires running to the central apparatus. Miranda got her own set up and set everything up. With a flick of a switch, they were operational. "Now I'm going to send images to you. You just tell me what you see, okay honey?" "Okay Mommy," Drew replied enthusiastically. Miranda cleared her mind and concentrated on forming an image her son would recognize. "Spider-Man!" Drew shouted. Miranda felt her chest swell. She had been thinking of her son's favorite superhero. "Now I see a dog! And…and now an ice cream cone and Batman. Batman eating the ice cream cone!" Drew was excited. Miranda smiled. "Now I see me!" Drew yelled out and Miranda had been thinking about her son. Drew had been told to keep his mind as blank as he could but, being 6, he now thought of his Mom. Miranda got a sudden and strong image of herself projected into her mind.  "What the?" She thought as she began to smell something hot and burning. In that moment, a pure split second, they both thought of the other, both in a concerned, frantic moment of all of their senses. Drew thought of his Mom for wanting her to give him safety and comfort.  Miranda thought of her son, wanting to comfort and protect him, to assure him that everything was fine. Adrenaline hit them as the device surged. Pops and snaps; smoke shot out the top as it overloaded. Miranda felt an intense pinching in her forehead that then rushed through her entire body. Her eyes opened and she found herself staring at Drew's feet. His toes pointed down, locked. "Mommy!" He pleaded in a panic. "Drew!" She cried out, her hand reaching for the switch that was closer to his side of the device. Drew's hand went to the device and found the switch. For some reason, he knew that it needed to be switched off. Schematics rose up in his mind. He felt his Mom's hand touch his own as he switched it off. Electricity surged through Drew's hand into Miranda. Miranda thought of Drew. Drew thought of his Mom. Mother and son. Son and Mother.  Their images combined in their minds, merged together and became one before they both shot backwards. "Muh…Mommy?!" "Duh…Drew?!" They both heard the words. Miranda got an image of herself from a low angle, like she was looking up at herself. Drew got an image of himself from above, like he was looking down at himself. Miranda's ears were ringing, her mouth felt dry. Drew worked his jaw open as far as it would go and his ears popped. Miranda's vision blurred and wobbled at the edges. Drew seemed further away, like he was in a tunnel even though she knew he was just feet away. He sprang back closer as her vision adjusted. Confused and suddenly tired, Miranda's body began to tingle. Her invention smoked and popped between them. "Drew? Are you okay?" She said but the ringing in her ears made it sound muffled. Drew just stared back at her; jaw open, a look of shock in his eyes. Miranda got to her feet. Her legs were wobbly and she staggered the two steps forward. She grabbed Drew by the shoulders and easily lifted him out of the seat to his feet. Drew blinked as Miranda grabbed the headband and pulled it off of him while taking off her own at the same time. Drew wrapped his arms around his Mom's waist as another surge shot out into Miranda's hands which rushed through both of them increasing the tingling sensation in both of them. Miranda felt her son clamp his arms harder on her. She dropped the headbands and hugged Drew. Miranda felt a tension and tightness in her shoulders. That spread to her chest. Then her hips. Then her thighs. She felt squeezed, almost like a strong massage in her muscles. She leaned over Drew and held him close. Drew began to fidget "I feel funny Mommy! Like, like I'm spaghetti!" Miranda blinked. Something seemed different. Something was very off. A pending sense of doom washed over her and settled right in her gut. A cold wave of fear took hold of her very core. Drew was moving against her. His head had been against her stomach but now. The top of his head pressed against the bottoms of her breasts. She could feel him straining upwards all the while, she felt as if she were being pressed downward. She looked at the chair Drew had been sitting in, did it seem bigger? Higher up somehow? Her clothes bellowed, moving on their own. She felt the shoulders of the green top move outward. She felt her black leggings loosen like the elastic went out of them. The cold hand gripped her heart. Drew squirmed uncomfortably and broke away from her. He took a step back and Miranda gasped. Her son was…bigger! Taller and she could see him growing right before her eyes. She couldn't believe it, couldn't comprehend it. "Mommy?! What's happening?!" Drew called out. The sleeves of his red tee shirt were riding back. The bottom of his shirt was rising up as it grew tighter and smaller on his chest. "Mommy it pinches!" He was looking down at the waistband of his pants.  Miranda looked down, but not nearly as far as she should and saw the elastic there snap. A tear opened to give relief to Drew even as the bottom cuffs of his pants steadily rose higher up his calves. Drew exhaled and Miranda saw his eyes fixate on her. He cocked his head, confusion in his eyes as he struggled to understand what was going on. His head snapped back straight and his jaw opened. He pointed at her "Mommy! You're shrinking!" He giggled. Miranda was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. Everything was suddenly swimming, overwhelming her. Her mind simply couldn't comprehend the dynamics of what was happening. Her genius level mind froze when confronted with the impossible. Drew was still rising up taller. He was undeniably getting bigger; taller and simply more substantial. At the same time, every physical cue she was receiving also relayed the impossible fact that she was absolutely getting smaller. The room looked larger around her. She knew he was not only rising up in front of her, but she also had to realize that she was lowering down in front of him. They were about to meet in the middle.  Drew was 3'10". He weighed about 45 pounds. Miranda found herself looking him directly in the eye across from her. She had just been 19 inches taller than him. They were now equal in size. They were both about 4'8"; her math skills suddenly decided to kick in "I'm 4'7 ½ and so is my son?!?!" She thought but she couldn't speak. She just shook her head and mumbled in shock. Drew smiled. Miranda cocked her head, her son's face looked fuzzy, out of focus? "I'm going crazy!" she thought; then it hit her.  Horror and shock, disbelief and incredulous disturbance crashed home in her, breaking her paralysis with a true bombshell. Jarred into action by the recognition that the features of her son's face were changing. A little boy's face was becoming fuller and more defined. It was also becoming feminine and very familiar. Miranda saw her son's lips spread out and plump up and her breath caught in her chest. His round little cheeks and chin started to become more defined and prominent. His nose grew larger and longer. Drew's hands came up and hovered over his face. He looked confused "My face is numb! It's tingling!" Drew's ears popped out and holes appeared in.the lobes just as his hair began to grow. He swiped at it as it tickled his ears and neck. "Oh no" Miranda said watching Drew's eyes shift and widen, the corners turning.  She saw her own face coming into focus, her own face emerging on her son. "Ah!" She yelped at the unbelievable sensation of her own hair lifting up and pulling inward atop her head. Drew reared back in visible shock "Mommy!?! What's happening to your face?!" Miranda's face was going numb and tingling. She was clutching at her hair as it spiraled up, the tendrils retreating away from her fingers. Miranda now touched her face. It was the oddest feeling: Her skin tightened and rose up.as she touched her cheeks. She felt her nose shrink and change shape even as she pulled on it trying to force it to maintain its shape. Her chin rounded and pulled up, her jawline shifted inward and upward. Her hands frantically moved about. Her forehead was softer, her ears diminished in size, her soft hair settled in, all much shorter and closer to her scalp, unruly in the way that all little boy's hair was. Her eyes widened and lifted, rounding out in childish wonder. The changes to her mouth made her shiver. The odd, other worldly sensation of her teeth changing from her own into her son's baby teeth. Each tooth pulled up and inward. Some disappeared, others shrank down and weakened as her entire mouth grew smaller and her lips thinned. "MOMMY!!!!!!" Drew screamed in recognition, his voice still high and childish even as his teeth clicked as he tried to adjust to his new mouth and the big teeth it contained. "You…" he said breathlessly as he pointed at her "You look like me!" "Honey…were going to figure out…I don't know what caused this but don't worry. I'm, uh, I'm right here and I will fix this" she said in an extremely shaky voice "Haha, you look funny Mommy! You've got my face and my hair and! We're like the same size! Does that mean I'm growing or are you shrinking?" "I think it's both honey. I think, somehow, I'm turning into you and you're turning into me" Drew's jaw dropped "I'm going to be YOU?! I'm going to be Mommy?! Yuck! I don't want to be a girl but… that would mean that I'm the grown up and you will be the little kid haha that's so funny!" Miranda gave the weakest smile ever and a very fake, nervous single chuckle. "I think I know what did it" Drew said, looking at the invention. A new wave of shame and anguish but also bewilderment "There's no way that could possibly…there's not enough power in it to, to somehow cause us to switch bodies" Miranda said. "But with the right surge, combining the x and a panels which then exponentially amplifies the y and z prototype possibly manifesting what we were seeing and reaching for" Drew said, shocking both of them, chilling Miranda to her core hearing these words and thoughts coming from a 6 year old who.was just learning how to read. "How did you know that?! How could you say that and, and understand the schematics?!" Miranda felt panic rising up. Drew cocked his head "I just saw the, the, um, plans!" He looked confused and scared but then, his expression changed 180 degrees to a smile and Miranda saw her own face with a very childish expression of humor. Miranda also realized what was making Drew so excited. The pressure on her shoulders flared up and she felt squeezed a bit this time, it also felt like a tight elastic strap around her chest that was now pressing down. "Ah!" Miranda shrieked as, while still maintaining eye contact with Drew, she found her eyes now training upward. Complete, existential dread built up as her 6 year old son grew taller than her. She shuddered, shivering all over which only seemed to give her a new spurt of shrinking down smaller. Miranda felt her muscle mass dissipate. Any and all adult strength in her arms, back, core and legs was evaporating into baby fat.  An odd feeling just feeling her strength and tone going soft. Her shirt was huge on her so Miranda was able to look down and see her chest. The sleeves now came down past her elbows but her forearms just looked doughy. She picked and plucked and saw her upper arm was just shapeless and there, no definition, but very supple flesh. As she shrank down smaller, Miranda shrank out of her bra, but she still had breasts. Still shaped the same, just smaller due to her smaller frame.  She took a moment to glance up. Drew was now a full head taller than her; she was only up to his chin. Drew's eyes popped wider and he looked down at his tight shirt. He squirmed and fidgeted and then laughed "It tickles!" He yanked at his shirt "my chest feels all funny!" All of Miranda's chest muscles constricted. The invisible strap clamped down so tight, it took her breath away. She gasped and froze. Her toes pointed inward as her knees came together and she looked down the front of her shirt in time to see her breasts begin to actually regress. Not just get smaller, but to actually pull back into her chest. Her nipples shrank, her areolas got smaller atop her diminished breasts.  Never overly busty, Miranda saw her body go into reverse. The heft disappeared first. They pulled up rounder, then went cone shaped before pulling back absolutely flat. Shocked, Miranda could see Drew dancing nervously, fidgeting a lot "Mommy?! Why is my chest poking out?" "Well, um…Drew, those are called breasts and Mommy's have them. Women have them" "They feel funny and weird and they're making my stomach all flippy!" Miranda blushed seeing the cone shaped breasts poking out against his teeny shirt. They rounded into shape. A bit more heft settled onto them, as they came into place. Miranda looked up at Drew's underboobs. She was that short now compared to Drew. Drew looked down on his Mom. He grabbed his breasts and moved them around in a circular motion. He shuddered at the sensation and laughed which kicked in a quick growth spurt. His legs lengthened and began to change shape, taking on definition as his thighs began to round and thicken. His pants split even further, his right thigh spilled out as it filled out, gaining a woman's curve. Now over 5 feet tall, his muscles began to form up giving mature defined muscles to his arms, shoulders, back and core. Drew's hands tingled as did Miranda's. Already changed due to their different sizes, now individual features began to transfer. Miranda's fingers shrank down stubby, thinner with extremely ragged nails. Drew's fingers elongated and while the nails weren't long, they were filed and cared for.  Miranda flexed and wiggled her fingers feeling her stomach loosen once again simply reverting to baby fat. Drew's stomach wasn't flat or perfect but core muscles firmed up. Miranda watched that change perfectly in front of her face as her son's shirt had risen up so much, his stomach was fully exposed. Drew flexed his shoulders and they both heard the thinned fabric rip and split down his back. He felt cool air as the shirt shredded. Their height difference had grown to almost a foot and a half. Just a few more inches to go as Miranda shrank down to just 4 feet tall. Her leggings hung on her, her panties were bunched and sliding everywhere with every movement. Miranda's hips and ass had steadily diminished, flattening and straightening as she lost all semblance of a woman's body. She felt her legs changing, steadily losing distinctive curves and weight. They were becoming the simple, nondescript legs of a child. Short, stocky and uniform; no full thighs or calf muscles to pop out and distinguish them. Drew's Spider-Man underwear was stretching out and tearing apart as he grew womanly hips and his rear end inflated and popped out. He squirmed against the changes, bouncing as his center of gravity altered. His pants tore further, the bottom seams popping as calf muscles developed. The pants flapped worthless and ruined as both of them now looked to their tingling feet. Miranda's feet, already shrunken down, flattened as her arches dropped. Her toes grew even smaller but gained a softness. Drew felt the muscles across the bottoms of his bigger feet stretching and his toes lifted reflexively and spread apart. His heels shifted as the skin grew rougher. His arches lifted and his feet spread out as his toes lengthened and the nails smoothed out. Only one more big physical change remained and Miranda was absolutely dreading it above all the others. Confusion washed over Drew's face "Just relax honey!" Miranda called out "Something really different is about to change but I'll help you out okay. It's a big change for me too" Drew bit his lower lip and nodded, worried "My tummy hurts…I feel really warm all of a sudden" he said. "I know. I feel it too but it'll be over in just a few seconds if we just relax we can…AH!" Miranda yelped and jumped while Drew folded over, leaning far forward and straining. Then, Drew rose back.up straight. He threw his shoulders back, put his chest and chin out and he shivered all over. The last few inches of his Mom's height came to him. Drew had Miranda's body. Miranda curled up inward feeling so strange between her legs and in her lower abdomen. Then, she popped up, standing straight before a bone chilling shiver ran over and through her tiny body as she shrank down the final 2 inches to.take her down to Drew's former size below 4 feet tall. Barely higher than Drew's waist, Miranda had Drew's body. She swallowed hard feeling a lump.in her throat "Drew!" She said jumping hearing her voice had also changed with this last dramatic change. Drew looked puzzled at the sound he had heard "Mommy?!" He said testing his voice and smiling upon hearing it. "I even sound like you now too" Miranda nodded, feeling a definite change in the air, in the room "I'm going to…We're going to figure this out and fix it and switch back okay honey" she said in her childish voice. Drew nodded. Miranda looked at her invention, tools sat nearby but first, she had to establish the two of them. "Let's get you dressed in some appropriate clothes first okay" she said to Drew who smiled. Miranda was freaked out seeing herself from a different perspective. Leading her body away from where they swapped, her small hand engulfed by her former hand squeezing it a bit too hard; Drew was nervous and scared and didn't know his new strength. "Honey, you're hurting my hand. You're bigger and stronger than Mommy how we are right now. Be gentle with me" "I'm sorry Mommy " he loosened his grip. "Just rip those clothes off, they're useless now" Miranda said and Drew smiled.  He easily ripped the little boy clothes off his body, laughing as he tore them away. "Mommy! I don't look right! Where's my…" "Your body is different now. It's not scary. It's just different but it's what girls have. It's perfectly normal for a girl…or, or a woman in your case" she blushed as she worked her way out of her huge clothes. "I will help you get used to it for the time being but, like I've said, we're going to switch back" "Okay" he said. Miranda didn't bother with the bra. She handed over her panties, leggings and top and added a hooded sweatshirt that was lying nearby. Drew furrowed his brow, confused but he got dressed, giggling a bit when his boobs bounced "I'm all jiggly!" He said as he looked over his shoulder "I've got a big butt!" He laughed.  "Hey!" Miranda said "Be nice!" She dressed quickly in a set of her son's clothes that were in the laundry basket. She didn't want to dwell on it or even look at herself as she dressed. She looked off pulling on small underwear, pants and tee shirt "I'm in kid sizes! I have the body of a 6 year old!" She looked up at Drew, standing there, looking down at himself, taking it in.  "The floor looks so far away" Drew said dreamily. She put her hands out at the full length of his arms. Miranda went to her invention "Damn this looks so much bigger now" she mumbled as she fumbled with a screwdriver. It kept slipping from her hand. She couldn't wrap her hand around it, she used both hands and had to use all of her strength to get enough torque to open the panel. Smoke puffed out; the smell of burnt wiring hung thick in the air. "I don't even know where to begin. Everything is fried. I'm going to have to start all over" Miranda thought dejected. "How am I going to replace these?!" Fear and panic began to rise "Nothing is open…Absolutely nothing! I don't have enough spare parts and…" she looked down "Not like I can drive! And Drew can't either" Miranda was getting scared. She pulled parts as Drew walked around the basement, fidgeting and bored. "I'm hungry Mommy" he said "I'm really hungry" Miranda sighed heavily. "Yeah. Okay honey. I, I need a break anyway. I really need to think about this anyways" Miranda struggled up the stairs "Damn these short ass little legs" Drew laughed "Haha Mommy! I'm bigger and stronger and faster than you now!" He took the stairs fast to the top. "Whoa" Miranda gulped as she stepped into the kitchen. The pure size of everything intimidated her. She could feel her heart beating faster. She got dizzy seeing how big the dining room chairs were. Her eyes were barely above the countertops. Drew giggled seeing his Mom's reaction. It hit him that since he was now his Mom's size, he could reach everything in the kitchen but she couldn't; including the cookies she kept on the top shelf. Miranda blushed and felt flustered and disoriented in her own kitchen. She grabbed a chair and dragged it loudly across the floor to get up tall enough to get to the exact same cupboard she had reached with no problem earlier in the day when she got Drew his bowl for cereal. After getting out plates, she had to move the chair to get to a separate cupboard to get out bread and a bag of chips. "We're just going to have sandwiches for lunch, okay honey" Miranda said. Drew nodded "I'm just so hungry" "Well, I hadn't eaten anything yet today and so I guess since you now have my stomach" "Your empty stomach!" Drew surmised. They both made their own; Drew made a salami and yellow mustard while Miranda made turkey, swiss, lettuce and mayo. Miranda looked at the very full Costco size jug of apple juice "Um…Drew?" "Yes Mommy" "Could you do me a favor? Could you get a glass down and then, could you, um, help me pour your juice for you?" "Sure Mommy!" Drew hopped up and easily grabbed a glass, then he proceeded to easily lift the jug and pour without spilling a drip "Wow! That was so easy! Why couldn't you do it Mommy?" "Well honey, because it's too heavy for Mommy just like it was too heavy for you earlier" she was forced to admit. "It's just one thing after another. Just really pounding it home huh" Miranda thought to herself as she got into her chair at the dining room table and felt her feet leave the ground and dangle in the air.  She shot a look underneath the table and saw her old feet and legs; those feet sitting flat against the floor as Drew sat down and even sat back. Miranda cracked open her Diet Coke and took a drink, immediately making a face "Blech…I don't…oh." She looked across at Drew who was looking at the silver can. "Like everything else today…let's switch drinks too" Drew quickly swapped them and then looked at his sandwich "I think we should switch all our food" "Good call" Miranda agreed, already thinking she'd prefer salami and mustard.  "This is really good!" Drew remarked about eating Miranda's sandwich. Miranda nodded and smiled as she took another handful of chips. "Hey, easy on the chips. You'll get a belly ache" Drew said and Miranda froze. Drew froze too and they stared at each other. Miranda initially froze because her brain told her she was being reprimanded by an authority figure. It was purely a natural, reflexive reaction. Then she froze because of how casually Drew had said a line she had said herself a hundred times to Drew when their roles were reversed. Drew's eyes were wide, his jaw went up and down before he simply smiled and he gave his Mom a sheepish look. But something inside him clicked. Saying that, to his Mommy, had felt right. "I sounded just. Like. Mommy! I look like Mommy and I sound like Mommy…I like Mommy's food, hmmm…I wonder if…"  Drew finished his sandwich as Miranda ate the rest of hers looking down at the table. Miranda focused on how to fix her invention "That’s the only way to fix this and get us back to our real bodies. Get me out of this little boy body!" She hopped down off her chair, hating the feeling of how far a drop it was "I've got to get to work. Do your homework and then watch one of your shows; I'll come check on you or you can come down" "Okay Mommy" Drew replied as he watched her go down to the basement.  Drew had some reading and math homework to do. His book was Nate the Great about a kid detective.  He curled up on the couch and opened the book. Starting out, Drew sounded out a few words to keep going but as he read on further, his lips stopped moving along. The words were coming faster and easier. Drew was picking up speed, breezing through his assignment. When he got to the end of his assigned pages, his jaw dropped a bit "Wow. That was, easy? Easier than usual…" Drew got out the math worksheet that was in his weekly packet. It was addition and subtraction problems and he started out slowly. By the 2nd row, he picked up speed. By the 3rd row, it was coming automatically to him. By the 4th row, his handwriting improved. The numbers were neat and uniform in size. Drew sat back in more than a bit of shock. He swung around and sat down in his Mom's favorite chair. He crossed his legs naturally, not even thinking about the fact that he had never sat that way before in his life. He effortlessly put his right leg over the left and bounced his right foot. Miranda had a book lying on the table next to her, a novel "The Kite Runner", and Drew picked it up. Miranda had been on page 203, her bookmark was there and Drew opened to it. With a deep breath in through his nose, Drew began to read. He understood the words and the dialog between the characters. As he read on, he realized he knew what was going on. He knew plot points from the earlier chalice he had read them himself. Drew snapped the book shut, suddenly full of mixed emotions. Fear but also excitement. "Am I thinking like Mommy now too?!" He thought, biting his lower lip and sitting back somewhat frozen in the chair.  Miranda ran down the basement steps loudly. She ran to her invention, which had at least finally stopped smoking. She sat down cross legged on the floor as she began to pull out panels, each one was damaged. She had spare chips and she began to replace them one by one.  But the work was hard and tedious. Her small hands were clumsy for such delicate, intricate work. Miranda began to hum.  She didn't even pick up the songs she hummed at first, but it was How Far I'll Go followed by Do You Want to Build a Snowman which moved into The Family Madrigal. Soon, scenes from those Disney movies began to crowd into her thoughts. "Concentrate!" She yelled at herself. Surface Pressure started up in her head. Miranda fidgeted. She bit her fingernails before flopping dramatically backwards "I need my original notes" she said. She got up and went to her desk and dug out her original notebook which she always kept as a hard backup. She opened to the schematics page and her eyes crossed. Miranda shook her head trying to clear the cobwebs but she couldn't stop a sense of dread building up; the notes, her own notes and work, no longer made sense to her. "No…no…this isn't happening" she muttered, feeling heat building up in her fade even.as a cold fist squeezed her heart. She poured over the notes but the mathematical equations were just simply too complicated for her. Worse than that, she backed up pages to simpler equations that started her building blocks and even found those perplexing and convoluted. Miranda sat back, putting her back against the desk, her jaw hanging, her heart pounding and her breathing hitching in her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes. She stared at the notes and thought as hard as she could. Nothing. Suddenly, she had to go to the bathroom; badly. Like all little kids, when it bit, it was instant. Miranda ran to the bathroom and pulled her pants down. A brief moment of panic before she pulled over the little stool she needed to stand on. Miranda felt relief. She still didn't want to face it as she stepped down and pulled up her pants. She went back to her desk and this time she pulled out one of her work manuals. She started to read, the introduction went okay but, soon enough, some of the larger words caused her to pause, then, she had to stop on them. Soon, she was sounding them out, not really positive about their meaning. Miranda swallowed hard and carried the notebook and manual upstairs. Drew was on the couch watching TV. He had his legs tucked underneath him and he had pulled his hair back into a pretty nice ponytail. "Oh Hey!" He called out seeing his old body enter the room. "Hi" Miranda's voice was soft. "What's the matter?" Drew said, already getting up off the sofa. "Um, well, it's…it's hard to say really" Drew gave her an encouraging look. "But, i,uh, I noticed that, that…something else I think is changing. I mean still changing between us" "Oh!" Drew said, curious. Miranda noticed that Drew was watching HGTV. "Have you noticed anything different? Maybe something more, um, in-tuh-leck-shoe-all" she said the last word very deliberately. Drew looked down. Miranda continued "We swapped bodies and now, I think we're switching minds! I think I'm getting your brain and you're going to get mine" "Why do you think that's happening?" Drew asked. "Cause I'm trying to read my notes and, they don't make any sense to me anymore" Miranda looked up "And now even words I know I'm supposed to know are getting harder and harder for me to say and read" "Well, I did notice that my homework was really simple for me today" Drew finally admitted. "Yeah, the words were just, I don't know how to describe it, but they were just there. I just knew them" Miranda was getting scared. Drew crossed the room and got his folder out. He brought over his math sheet "This took me less than a minute to finish" he said handing it over. Miranda noticed the change in penmanship as the work went on. "So it's true. Everything I lose, you gain" Miranda confronted her worst fear. "Oh…it's okay honey" Drew said, his voice full of comfort and concern. A very motherly voice.  He knelt down and hugged her and stroked her hair.  Miranda felt overwhelmed but now felt soothed and comforted. She broke away though and handed the employee manual to Drew "read this" she said. Drew sighed and took the book and began to read out loud "Taking company materials off site must be accompanied by the series A10 form. A valid driver's license is required along with proof of insurance for identification purposes for all vehicular acquisitions" the words flowed effortlessly. They shared a look of mutual shock "Okay but just think about it. It will be alright because if I get all of your mind and skills, then I will understand the invention and I will fix it and switch us back!" Miranda's eyes widened in awe "Yeah! That's it…that would work…even though that means that you'll be my Mommy instead of me being yours" "I'll do whatever I have to to keep you safe" Drew replied "Oh…that means I'll be able to drive!" "Yep! You're going to get all of the skills that I had" Miranda added. "I'll be the Mom and you can be my little boy. My honey!" Drew said. "I'll fix the machine and make sure it can reverse this" Miranda realized it was the only way; she couldn't understand her own work anymore. Drew stood up and Miranda hugged him around the waist. Drew disassociated at that moment. Everything about the situation swirled up in him. He fully remembered this exact scene in reverse right as the machine malfunctioned. When he was still the little boy hugging on his Momma's waist for comfort and protection. Now, all he wanted to do was comfort him. They had swapped physically. They were still swapping mentally, but this was different; they were switching spiritually. "I can’t think of her as my Mom. I'm his Mom" Drew thought as they embraced.  Drew could feel his very soul changing shape inside of him. Filling up this body to match the spiritual with the physical. One of them had to be responsible. One of them needed to be the protector. Drew had the body and mind. She needed to step up. "I can’t do it anymore" Miranda thought desperately as she clung to the body that used to be hers. "Everything is so over…it's too much! I don't have the body or brain to do anything for us anymore!" Miranda added. In a way, she was pushing her worries and responsibilities outward. She had to let them go. She had to accept who she was now. Her spirit was changing to fit and match her physical and mental capabilities. To hold on would have been simply too much. Miranda disassociated. She could still put herself in her original role and body for a moment, remembering everything, every emotion associated with being the Mom comforting her son in this exact scenario. Then, the true reversal swelled up inside of her. She was small, she was young, she no longer had any kind of capacitor complex thought. Her spirit had to adjust and admit what was now their reality. Shrinking down smaller inside of her, Miranda's outsized spirit molded to fit and match up with his physical and mental form. Time had passed. Both of them seemed to twitch and jerk back to reality. Miranda let go and took a step back and looked up to see Drew smiling back down at him. Miranda couldn't think of himself as being in her old self, in her old body, in her old shoes. He was looking at his Mommy and he felt safe, secure, protected and comforted. She would figure it out and fix it. He still knew what had happened to them; he didn't think he could ever forget that, but he also knew their roles and bodies had now changed and were reversed. Drew smiled down and simply knew what she had to do. Filled with a mother's heart and soul that would protect her son. She would do everything she could to switch them back. She knew she was not supposed to be in.this position but since the two of them were now in each other's bodies, lives and shoes, Drew would protect and comfort her son. She knew exactly what had happened to them, she could never forget that. The feeling of changing bodies, the sight of it; seemed seared into her very soul. It would be difficult to not get lost in this body and mind but she had a goal.  Drew grabbed the notebook and began to pour over it. "I'm going to need some time honey to reacquaint myself with all of this. Why don't you go play? It's beautiful outside, why don't you play on the swingset?" Miranda's eyes brightened "Yeah that sounds fun!" he realized just how much pent up energy he had. Miranda wanted to run and play. Drew moved to the living room so she could watch outside as she read. Miranda ran himself ragged, playing a dozen games all at once. Drew continued reading but she also grabbed a bottle of gray nail polish. She painted her toes as she studied. Drew grabbed her cell phone and called the one guy who was in their physical office that day "Hey Eric…long time no see haha" "Hilarious, what's up Miranda?" "Eh…had a little power surge during a test run" she said. "Aw shit" Eric replied. "I'm sorry. I need to basically rebuild the whole thing" "Damn" "Yep. Fried…is it okay if I swing by and raid the supplies" "Yeah. Nobody is here. Everyone is working from home" "Good. I'll have my son with me; can't leave him alone haha" "Well duh haha. Just be sure to have masks. Security codes are still the same" "Got it" Drew replied "I'll see you in a bit" Drew put the sweatshirt on and found some socks since her toes were dry. She put on her tennis shoes, grabbed her purse and keys and headed out to gather up her son. "Hey honey…we need to run down to the facility so I can get replacement parts" "Oh…okay" was all Miranda said as she ran up and past towards the garage. Miranda automatically got in the backseat and buckled up. Drew smirked and got behind the wheel, knowing how to drive like she had been doing for 20 years. Miranda knew the building and knew where her office had been and where all the supplies were. Drew, of course, knew their location too. The difference was that Miranda no longer knew what they needed while Drew was on a mission. Drew used her ID badge and punched in the codes and put her hand up for the fingerprint scan. The doors all opened for her. Drew grabbed a cart. Miranda ran around and would drift off but kept up. Down hallways and around a corner "Hey Eric" Eric spun in his chair, putting his mask on as he did, but they could both yell he was smiling. They chatted and Eric fussed over Miranda, making sure to talk to the young boy. Drew got a replacement for everything. She would start from scratch. Drew worked on minimal sleep. She knew what she was doing but she still needed to be careful and meticulous but she also couldn't work non stop. She needed to also be a good parent and raising her son was something she really enjoyed; she loved spending time with him and teaching him and playing with him, celebrating achievements with him. Miranda felt good. He didn't worry about what might happen. He focused on doing what he needed to do and he was enjoying himself. He liked having time to play, he loved learning and school and he loved his Mommy. They had so much fun together. She always made time for him. He knew that when he was the Mommy, he didn't always make time and pay attention to him. He knew she was doing a better job as Mommy than he had done. Miranda took a minute and concentrated. It was quiet in the house, Mommy was downstairs working, he could hear her talking with Eric from work. Miranda walked down to his Mommy's bedroom softly. Her bed was a lot higher than his so.he to jump and crawl up to get on top of it. "This was my bed" he thought as he closed his eyes and laid perfectly still. Downstairs, Drew finished up the y panel. She hung up with Eric and decided to take a break. She went upstairs and didn't hear anything but she smiled upon seeing her son napping right in the middle of her bed. She crept quietly back to not disturb him but once in the hall, she turned around and stepped into her old room, her son's room. The small twin bed with Spider-Man sheets "This was my bed" she thought as she sat down on it. Drew stretched out, lying on top of it; her feet almost at the very bottom but her heels still stayed up top. She closed her eyes and laid perfectly still. Miranda's breathing regulated and he could feel himself reaching out, searching for answers, searching for the right way forward. Drew fell into a deep state of rest. She could feel a tugging, a pulling, a reaching sensation. She allowed herself to go. Go outward and upward to search. Drew's spirit rose up and left her body. The first thing she saw was Miranda's spirit hovering above his tiny body. Miranda's spirit was free and he sensed another. It was the time and place. Out of time and space, their spirits came together. "Hi Honey!" They both called out enthusiastically in unison. They felt warm and happy; content and yet curious. Miranda was smaller, shorter; her spirit was the shape and size of a 6 year old boy. Drew's spirit had taken the shape of a 35 year old woman but they both knew that currently, absolutely anything was possible. Miranda concentrated and her spirit shape began to change, growing larger and softer, maturing back into her original body. She found herself dressed in a loose, flowing blue and white dress and wedge heels. Drew's jaw dropped seeing his Mom return. His spirit shape immediately responded by shrinking down smaller and returning to his original shape. Back in a red tee shirt and gray sweatpants, he looked up at his Mommy. Miranda smiled broadly and warmly seeing her little boy once again. After a shared moment, Miranda said "I am so proud of you honey!" Drew nodded shyly "You are doing such a super job as me!" Drew looked down before looking up, beaming with pride. "You've rebuilt the invention! But…we both know that there is absolutely no way that you can recreate the chain reaction surges to duplicate the sequence of events that caused us to switch bodies" Drew knew it. She didn't want to face it, but she knew it was true "I…" he started but Miranda stopped him. "You're a better Mom than me" Miranda stated firmly. "You are so much better at making time for me, your little boy, than I did when you were my little boy. Do you like being Miranda? Please answer honestly because honestly I don't think we are able to lie in this state" "Yes I absolutely love being Miranda. I love being a woman and I love being your Mommy" Drew responded and Miranda smiled warmly and happily "I love having you as my Mommy and I love being you, being Drew, being a little boy, being a kid again" With those words, Miranda's shoes vanished. Her jaw dropped, as did Drew's."Those are your shoes. Your heels. I will never wear a pair again" Miranda said as her spirit began to change shape. She started shrinking down smaller and smaller.  Drew's spirit boosted, surged, soared as it began growing larger and softer, as it matured and feminized. Faces changing, bodies changing, clothes changing.  Miranda felt right; at peace as her spirit returned to the shape and size of Drew, of a 6 year old boy. But better than that, was seeing Drew's spirit form take shape as her, a 35 year old woman, as her Mom. "Right now, I would call us Mirandrew and Drewanda" Miranda laughed "but I so want to pass my name off to you fully; make you Miranda forever" "I don't want to steal your life! Your knowledge and education is so vast, so exceptional" Drew said. "And I don't want to steal 29 years from you!" Miranda returned "But this is who we are now. There's no way we're swapping back but I'm happy and so are you" Drew nodded. "So take it and lose the guilt!" Miranda said. Drew felt different, at peace and her spirit began to float backwards towards her prone body. Miranda's spirit also floated back towards his little body. With a final look and nod, their spirits reentered their bodies. Miranda sat up. She was in her son's bed "What the fuck? What a dream?" She swung her legs over and easily hopped off the small frame. She padded her way across the hallway to her room. Drew was awake, lying on the bed smiling "Hi Mommy!" He squeaked out happily. "Hi honey!" Miranda replied, leaning down and giving her son a big hug. Drew wrapped his arms around his Mom's neck and squeezed "It wasn't a dream. That really happened…We're really, really switched for good" Miranda smiled, put her forehead against Drew's and whispered "Thanks for being my little boy" 3 years later, April 2023… Miranda Martin's eyes fluttered open and she exhaled long and hard. It took her a moment to gather herself. She heard noises from down the hall; her son was up and watching TV. Getting up and out of bed wasn't easy these days. She hoisted herself up, digging the heel of her hand into the bed as she swung her legs out. "Dang it…" she mumbled as her hands went to her huge, swollen, pregnant belly. And she eased her feet to the floor. She waddled into the bathroom pulling her hair back into a ponytail.  The last three years had been good for both of them. Drew was getting great grades and playing baseball, football and wrestling. Miranda had finished and perfected her invention. It was now being used in large scale clinical trials but on a more personal note, she had married Eric 2 years ago and he was a great step-dad for Drew. They were all looking forward to adding a little sister to the mix in a few more weeks. "Hey, how're my boys?" She said coming out and seeing her husband and son together on the couch.  Eric got up and let Miranda sit down next to Drew. He wandered off to check laundry. "3 years ago today" Miranda said as she pushed her son's hair off his forehead. "I know. I thought about it the first thing when I woke up" Drew remarked with a big smile. He now had more adult teeth than baby ones, but still had a few more to lose. "Do you think about it a lot? Do you think about what it would be like if it hadn't happened?" Miranda asked. "Yeah. I think about it everyday but I wouldn't change it. If I think about it, I can still feel what it felt like when I changed" Drew answered.  "Me too. It felt really good" Miranda admitted and Drew smiled again. Miranda sat back, her belly, so big and round sat there and Drew put his hand on it and felt the movement. "Glad you're the one who's pregnant" "Glad you're the one playing sports" Miranda retorted.  They shared a look as Miranda put her feet up. Miranda saw Drew looking at them "We're in the right bodies" Drew said. "I know"