I'm Turning Into My Mother

Bob Hayes was an average man who lived an average life. Well, actually, that's not quite true. Bob may have been an average man, but he most certainly did not lead an average life. Unless you consider a life of laziness to be average.

You see, Bob had never really had any motivation in life. From when he was a child, to when he graduated, to when he got an apartment, he just didn't feel the need to do anything to get something he wanted. That is, until Jessica Zand came along.

Bob was hanging out in a bar with his friends, when suddenly, she walked in. From the moment she stepped foot in the building, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. And why would he? She was gorgeous, beautiful beyond belief. For the first time in his life, Bob finally had motivation: to get in that girl's pants! Shallow, yes, but motivation nonetheless.

And his hard work – a result of the motivation – paid off. The two managed to hit it off, in more ways than one. Soon, after they'd been dating for almost 5 years, Bob proposed to Jessica and they got married. You would think that the story gets better now, right? Wrong.

No sooner than they'd returned from their honeymoon, Bob reverted back to his old self, lacking the motivation to actually do anything. You may wonder why this happened. It's quite simple, really: now that he had what he wanted, he could finally go back to the way things used to be, the "easy life".

Now, Bob had already met Jessica's mother, Erica. Her father had passed on years before, but he was still remembered in their hearts. Erica had been quite impressed with the way Bob had behaved and acted when she first met him. After all, he was being the perfect gentleman, at the time, and she had always been interested in men brimming with determination. But once the two were married, she began to see him for what he truly was: a "lackluster do-nothing", as she put it.

Erica began to realize that, as a result of his lack of motivation, Jessica was becoming depressed. "He just isn't the same man I fell in love with," she had told her mother. Erica couldn't bear to see her daughter in pain, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about it.

That is, until that fateful day.

Perhaps they were texting, doing their makeup/shaving, talking on the phone, drunk, half-awake, or something else, but whatever the driver had or hadn't been doing had distracted them from the road, resulting in their car crashing into another head-on. A car belonging to one Erica Zand. She was rushed to the hospital, but nothing could be done to save her. She passed away at an early 48 years old.

After her mother died, Jessica was overcome with grief. She stayed in bed for days on end, hoping that someone, anyone, would come to her aid. But alas, Bob was not that person. Lacking the motivation to even comfort his wife, he just sat around, watching football on TV and hanging out with his friends.

But someone just couldn't take it anymore. And that person was Erica Zand.

Her spirit had been unable to rest easily knowing that Bob was still being lazy. But, as a ghost, after watching how he had been treating Jessica in her time of need, she felt she had to do something.

And then she had an idea. She would turn him into a person who would have enough motivation to get up off their butt and do something, particularly something for their wife. As she was contemplating this idea, though, something passed through her. Or rather, she passed through someone: Bob.

But she didn't just pass through him. She was mystically bound to him, unable to roam freely as a ghost again. Regardless of her many attempts, she could not escape her prison.

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Bob had run out of beer, and decided to make his way to the fridge to get some more. As he passed through the archway of the kitchen, he suddenly felt cold, as though he had opened the refrigerator. But that was impossible: the refrigerator was nearly 15 feet away. Regardless, he shrugged it off, grabbed his beer, and returned to his football game.

Soon, Bob needed to use the facilities. He headed for the toilet, ready to lift the seat up, but his body sat down instead. He wondered why he had done that, and as if by magic, a reason popped into his head: he liked sitting down to use the bathroom. "Of course," he thought, "I've always sat down to use the toilet."

As he sat there, Bob noticed that something was wrong with his jeans. Looking closer, he saw that the jeans had a tear in the seat, as though he had gained weight and torn right through jeans that used to fit perfectly. "Guess I've put on a few pounds lately. Maybe I should hit the gym…" Unbeknownst to him, he hadn't put on a few pounds, but rather his ass had become larger, pushing the fabric of his jeans too far.

Before leaving the bathroom, Bob caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror. "I don't remember shaving this morning," he mused, but then quickly knew the answer. "Oh, that's right; I've never had any facial hair. Silly me!" He giggled, and made his way to the kitchen, in hopes of finding something to mend his jeans with.

As he reached into the drawer to get some thread and a needle, he heard clicking. He pulled his hands out only to find that his nails had grown nearly 2 inches! Before his eyes, his hands shrank slightly, becoming more petite, while his fingers became longer and more slender. But once again, his fears were relieved as he remembered that he'd always had girly hands and long fingernails.

After finding the sewing equipment, Bob removed his pants in order to find the rip, experiencing a slight difficulty in removing them. As he looked for the rip, he was now unable to find it. "I guess I was just imagining things," he thought. As he pulled his jeans back on, Bob noticed that they now fit more snugly.

Bob sat back down in his chair and reached for the remote. He absent-mindedly changed the channel to the Home Shopping Network, forgetting about his football game. His eyesight blurred for a moment, and when it cleared up, he noticed he was holding a bottle of nail polish. The remote seemed to have magically returned to its original spot. Clearly, he must have been doing his nails. That was the only logical explanation.

He continued to paint his nails, choosing hot pink, his favorite color. As he did this, his jeans began to change. They began to join at the legs and continued up until Bob was wearing a long denim skirt. The skirt then started to rise up his legs until it reached his mid thigh. While his skirt became shorter, his hair began to grow. His once straight, light brown hair had now become curly, light red locks, and began to grow out and cascade down his back, stopping as it reached his new bubble butt.

As the nail polish dried on his nails, he suddenly felt the need to touch up his makeup as well. As Bob made his way to the bathroom, his hips popped out and locked into place, causing him to switch from walking to sashaying.

As he approached the mirror, he saw his own face. But within seconds, his face had changed to that of a woman's: his lips had become full and pouty, his nose "cute", his eyes were now brown instead of green, his eyelashes were longer, and his eyebrows had thinned. Realizing that he was still beautiful, he began to apply lipstick, mascara, blush, and eye shadow. He looked in the mirror, and staring back at him was a vision of femininity.

He decided to go to the store, maybe to buy some groceries, or clothes. The slippers he had been wearing slowly morphed into stiletto boots, each with a 5 inch heel. His socks had turned transparent and snaked their way his legs, making them look even sexier. As Bob searched for his keys, he failed to realize that he was losing something very important between his legs. As he became she, she felt her boxers take on a smoother, sexier feel, and something which had penetrated her butt crack. The feeling made her giggle, her voice raising a few octaves as she did so.

Neither Bob nor Erica existed anymore; now the only soul inhabiting this body was Bethany. She found her keys and headed for her car. She knew she had to do something, anything to get her friend Jessica out of her rut. Walking to the car, her waist pulled inward, making her walk even more seductive. Her shirt turned pink and started to shrink until it was tight on her chest, the sleeves disappearing and being replaced with thin straps, and the hemline rising until it exposed a good amount of her mid-section.

Walking into the store, Bethany went straight for the ice cream, and grabbed Rocky Road, Jessica's favorite. The man at the cash register was blown away by her beauty, thinking that she would be the perfect woman if she had a larger chest. He turned around to grab a flower for her, thinking maybe he could get lucky. Bethany's chest suddenly sprang to life, two humongous mounds sprouting from her previously flat torso, pushing her top to its breaking point. The cashier turned back around, meeker than before, as he had been distracted by her breast since she had come into the store.

She paid for the ice cream, and he slipped her the flower with her change. In response, she pulled a slip of paper out of her purse and wrote her number on it. "Call me!" she said and, walking out the door, blew him a kiss. The cashier almost fainted.

Returning to the house, Bethany hurried up the stairs as fast as her heels would let her and rushed to Jessica's side. The two of them then began to eat the ice cream and talk about all the good times they'd had together, and remembering that Jessica's mother was in a better place now. Bethany decided that there was only one thing that could help her finally overcome her sadness: getting laid. So they dressed up and headed to a club. Maybe one of them would get lucky tonight. Jessica knew that she was already lucky: she had a great friend!