Thanksgiving Swap: Sean

Oh thank Christ we’re not actually related or this would be too weird…” Sean whispered to himself as he slowly slipped out of the robe he had found himself in to get a look at the tits he’d now be sporting for the rest of his life. A few hours ago, Sean would have placed the possibility of him ever seeing his stepmom’s body naked at a strong zero percent. The Great Shift, however, had other plans. 

He had done his best to avoid Thanksgiving dinner at his dad’s house the past few years ever since his dad remarried a woman 20 years younger after the divorce, a choice made easier by the fact that her attitude around him was pretty hostile any time she wasn’t actively spending his dad’s money on whatever spa treatment or fashion trend she was obsessed with that week. Still, as embarrassing as it was to admit it, her demeanor only partially spoiled the fact that she was clearly out of his dad’s league, something which made the occasional family dinner at least somewhat bearable. At least, until the Great Shift struck an hour before this one, pushing Sean’s consciousness from his own body into hers as she was getting ready down the hall.

Taking a deep breath, he dropped the robe further down his shoulders, trying his best to ignore the long hair that now got in his way anytime he did… anything as he finally caught a glimpse of the two perfectly shaped breasts now hanging free on his chest. 

“Jesus, no wonder dad put up with her attitude every day as long as he got to see these in the bedroom every night…” Sean laughed as he brought a hand to his chest, cupping one of his new boobs and enjoying the feeling for a moment before the thought soured a bit in his mind.

He’d have plenty of time to get acquainted with that aspect of his new body later, he decided. The thought of what this body had done with his dad, though, was something better left undisturbed.