Trading with Mom at the Wedding
"Why am I wearing your dress, Mom? Wh-aa-t? I sound like you too!"
"Because YOU’RE going to be the mother of the groom today and I’m marrying Emma!"
"Oh my god, mom! I can feel EVERYTHING! Your big breasts in this bra, your thong?!? I’m wearing a thong?!? Please don’t do this! I don’t want to be you! I’m even wearing your pink shoes! I can’t believe I see YOUR body when I look down!"
"Get used to the view, MOTHER! They’re your big breasts from now on, and you’re going to act just like everyone expects you to act! You’re a slightly ditzy, super feminine older woman now and you’re going to be SO happy to see ME marry Emma. I can’t wait to start making you into a GRANDMA on my honeymoon!"
"You can’t be serious! Dad will know I’m not you! Emma will know you’re not me!!!"
"You don’t get it do you? The spell is about to finish, and you’re going into full Susan mode! I think it’s funny that when I’m slipping this cock into Emma tonight, your dad will be slipping his into YOU! And neither one of them will ever suspect a thing!"
{{ZAP}}
"Oh my goodness!! What was that? I feel so… normal like this now! Why on earth did I ever think Emma would want to marry me! Thank you so much for trading with me, dear, I’ll be much happier as your mother than your son! We’ll just keep this our little secret!"