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"For the Night" part 2
Author: Ipkiss	April 25, 2002 at 23:48:11
in reply to: "For the Night" part 1 posted by Ipkiss on April 25, 2002 at 15:10:22

	When she came around, Brittney noticed that she was sitting on a cold surface in what appeared to be a small cubicle. There was a slight tinkling noise. “What the hell?” she thought, but was cut off by a strange feeling coming from her crotch. She felt as if she were urinating! As her senses became sharper, she realized she was actually sitting on a public restroom toilet! She almost jumped to her feet, but noticed that she was not yet finished “going.” As the tinkling sound continued, Brittney started to panic. How did she get from her living room couch to this restroom? And how did she start PISSING while she was asleep?!? She looked down and got a huge shock. She was wearing a DRESS! She had been wearing jeans earlier! Not only that, but the dress was hiked up revealing some very chubby thighs! Brittney prided herself on her physique and she definitely did not have chubby thighs! She could even make out a big “beer belly” under her dress and she felt heavy all over! Finally, the tinkling stopped and she quickly wiped herself and stood up, letting the dress fall back into place. When she looked down she was met with a harsh reality and reached a hand to her mouth to stifle a scream. That was no beer belly under her dress! She actually looked... pregnant?!? How could that be? She ran her hands under her belly and lifted slightly. Heavy. Then, she noticed her hands. They were definitely not the hands of a 15 year old girl! They were actually thinner than her own hands, bonier. And, there was a wedding band on her left ring finger!! She fumbled with the lock on the stall before she finally got it open and cautiously stepped out, noting how hard it was to walk now. It wasn’t so much walking as it was wobbling. She started to turn toward the mirror when she heard a loud, piercing scream from a few stalls down. Jumping back, Brittney almost fell under her new weight. Another stall door swung open and Brittney was shocked to see her MOTHER stumble out!! “Mom?” asked a shaken Brittney. Her mother didn’t even acknowledge her, but started fondling her own breasts! “What the fuck? What the fuck?” her mother kept repeating, then looked up at Brittney. “What’s happening?” “Mom?” Brittney asked again. “Mom?” repeated her mother, “I’m not your mom, I’m only 15 years old!!” She then looked into the mirror and her breath stopped short. “Oh my fucking God...” she whispered, “I look just like Brittney’s mom Donna.” she reached her hand to her throat, “And I SOUND like Donna!” “Mom, you ARE Donna. You are my mother, are you OK?” asked Brittney. “Something’s happened to my body!” She then looked into the mirror and her breathing stopped short as well. There, in the mirror, six-months pregnant and looking scared as hell was...her aunt Lisa. It suddenly dawned on Brittney what must have happened. She peered cautiously at her mother. “Stacey?” she asked. Her mother nodded. That was it, she thought. That wish she’d made back at the house. What was it she had said? “One night of freedom...” she whispered. “Who are you?” asked Stacey, looking at Brittney through the mirror. “Stacey, calm down.” laughed Brittney, “It’s me, Brittney. I’m in Aunt Lisa’s body. It looks like you’re in my mom’s. This is truly fucked up.” she cringed a bit at those words coming out in her aunt’s voice. Her aunt was very Christian and never used that kind of language. “Ha! I never thought I’d hear Aunt Lisa use the ‘F’ word.” It took some doing, but Brittney explained to Stacey about the wish and how everything should be back to normal the next morning. This calmed Stacey a bit, but she was still pretty freaked out. “What a shitty deal. I don’t know if I can do this.” she whined. “How old is your mom?” she asked looking at her slightly wrinkled hands. She wrinkled her nose as she clenched and unclenched her fingers. “She’s only 33. It’s not like she’s a senior citizen or anything.” replied Brittney. “Besides, look at ME!” she put her hands under her belly for emphasis, “I’m fucking PREGNANT! Who’s got the shitty deal now?” She knew she’d never get used to hearing her aunt’s voice using her words. “Where are we anyway?” asked Stacey, looking around at the bathroom. “One way to find out.” answered Brittney. She gestured toward the door. When they emerged from the bathroom, it took them a moment to realize they were in a local K-Mart store. Suddenly, they both felt very conspicuous and out of place in their strange new bodies. Brittney’s back was hurting from the extra weight on her stomach and Stacey was feeling the effects of Donna’s bad knee. With all the people around, the intensity of the situation was too much for either of them. “I need a cigarette, like now.” said Stacey. Brittney bit her lip. Her mother didn’t smoke and was very clear on her opinion of cigarettes. She wasn’t sure if Stacey should force her mom’s body to smoke. But, then she realized that she had a strong mental urge for one too! Looking down at her body, she rubbed her stomach with her aunt’s hands trying to decide what to do. She supposed one cigarette couldn’t hurt, could it? She knew smoking was bad for pregnant women, but she’d known plenty of women who smoked every day and still had healthy kids. “Shit...” she muttered as she began walking toward the cash register. “Follow me.” Stacey fell in behind her and they got in line. When they made it to the cashier, Brittney felt a little nervous. She’d never successfully bought cigarettes from a store before and she knew she’d be discovered now. “Can I help you?” asked the cashier. Brittney nodded. “I need a pack of Marloboro 100's please.” she cringed a little, expecting the worst. But, the lady just sneered at her and, without diverting her evil glare, gestured for a bag boy to go get her request. When he came back, the cashier slammed the pack down. “That’ll be $3.57.” she bit. “Shit,” whispered Brittney. In her haste, she’d forgotten about the money. To her relief, her aunt’s purse was right there at her side. She quickly unzipped it and located the wallet. Fumbling with the cash, she removed a five dollar bill and handed it to the lady. The woman then put the money in the drawer and shoved the change into Brittney’s waiting hand. “How could you do that to your child?” sneered the woman, surprising the girls. “Makes me sick to my stomach.” Brittney felt her aunt’s face flush with embarrassment. She hated shedding a negative light on her aunt, but she really NEEDED a smoke. But just one, she promised herself. Just one. Out in the parking lot, it took a whole ten minutes to find Donna’s black Ford Explorer. It took another two minutes to figure out which key opened the door. Once the door was unlocked, the two girls scurried to get inside and closed the door. “Whew,” breathed Stacey, in the driver’s seat. “This is too much. I feel like everyone’s staring at me.” “I know what you mean.” said Brittney, then felt a thump in her stomach. “Fuck.” She put a hand to her stomach, “I think the damned thing just kicked.” She started to feel really guilty for what she was about to do. Stacey had already opened the pack and placed a cigarette to her lips. Brittney felt really odd watching her mother with a cigarette. It was just so... strange. “Shit.” said Stacey, cigarette dangling. “No lighter.” “No problem,” said Brittney. She reached over and put the keys in the ignition, turning over the engine. “Here.” She pushed in the lighter on the dashboard. When it popped out, Stacey immediately put the end to her cigarette. When the smoke started rolling, she popped the lighter back in for Brittney. Without hesitation, Stacey inhaled deeply. This sent her into a coughing fit as the smoke hit Donna’s fresh lungs. With each cough, thick clouds of smoke emitted from her mouth and nose. This didn’t stop her from taking another drag, though this time not so deep. It went down smoother and she managed not to cough. “Wow, I’m getting a little dizzy.” said Stacey, offering the pack to Brittney. Brittney accepted the pack. “That’s because my mom has never smoked before in her life. She’d die if she knew what you were doing in her body!” She extracted a cigarette as the lighter popped out again. With one hand on her belly and the cigarette dangling in her aunt’s mouth, Brittney pulled out the lighter and lit her vice. She inhaled as she was putting the lighter back and was shocked by how strong the smoke seemed. She, too, began coughing violently. “Err..” she muttered. “Unexpected.” She caught her reflection in the vanity mirror overhead as she brought the cigarette to her lips a second time. She felt guilty, but also a little excited as she watched her squeaky clean aunt drag on the butt of the Marlboro. She opened her mouth and watched the smoke inside disappear as she inhaled, more carefully this time. She watched her aunt’s face squint as the smoke went down roughly in her throat. “I can’t believe I’m seeing this.” she mused. “Wish I had a camera.” Stacey smiled as she took another drag. Brittney cracked her window and laid back as she felt the effects of the strong nicotine overwhelm her aunt’s unaccustomed body. She rested her cigarette-laden hand on her large stomach and looked down on an odd sight. She was looking at her aunt’s hand holding a lit cigarette resting on her pregnant belly. And, there was her aunt’s face ever-present in the overhead vanity mirror. Just for kicks, she took a drag and focused her attention on the mirror again. “Fuck, fuck fuck..” she repeated, watching whisps of smoke stream out of her mouth with each obscenity. That’ll teach her for being so damned perfect all the time. “Hey,” started Stacey, “Who the hell’s gonna drive home?” Brittney realized that could be a problem.
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