The next morning, Zoey woke up on top of her bed. Her face was a mess from having cried herself to sleep last night. She had witnessed both her brother and their mom on her bed naked. Doing something only parents are supposed to do.
That person WASN'T her brother. But yet...it was her brother. No, it wasn't her brother. Because Daniel doesn't do nasty stuff with their mom. He also doesn't forget that his favorite food was spaghetti or the nickname he calls her.
So that person must be an imposter. She remembered watching a movie about imposters once. Perhaps stuff like that does exist. He was a Daniel imposter.
Zoey yawns and gets out of bed. Then she changes her clothes and heads to the bathroom to freshen up.
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"Look who's up before me ever having to go wake her." Cynthia stated as Zoey walked into the dining room.
Zoey noticed that the Daniel imposter was sitting in their dad's spot at the head of the table. She made a mental note of that. Daniel ALWAYS sat next to her during meals.
"Something wrong, Zoe?" he asked as he caught her staring at him.
She made another mental note to herself. He forgot her nickname.... again. Her nickname was Little Z. Not Zoe. Daniel knew this. This Daniel imposter did not.
She glares at him. He raises an eyebrow at her.
"What?" he asked in annoyance.
"Breakfast is ready, my lovely children," Cynthia stated.
She handed Daniel his breakfast first. Then placed the second one before Zoey. Who stares down at it.
"What's the matter, honey?" Cynthia asked as she sat across from them, "You love cheesy scrambled eggs and hash browns."
Zoey slowly takes a bite. Trying to determine if her mom (under the control of the Daniel imposter) placed anything in the cheesy scrambled eggs on her plate.
She tasted nothing off and took another bite.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Cynthia asked as she placed her hand on Zoey's forehead.
"I'm fine, mom," Zoey stated, "I'm just.."
Her voice trails off.
"You're just?" Cynthia asked, raising an eyebrow at her, "Just what? Not feeling well?"
She removes her hand from Zoey's forehead.
"Well, at least you're not running a fever or anything," Cynthia stated.
"I'm fine, mom," Zoey repeated, "I'm just..."
"Oh... is it that time already?" Cynthia asked.
"Huh?" Zoey said, "What time?"
"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner!" Cynthia stated, "You're...."
She lowered her voice.
"Menstruating, right?" Cynthia continued.
"Mom. I-" Zoey tried to say, and her face turned red.
"There's no need to worry," Cynthia stated, cutting Zoey off, "we'll make a special shopping trip right after school today. Just us girls."
Zoey's school bus showed up a few minutes later.
"Have a great day at school!" Cynthia called out from the front door.
Zoey waved goodbye to her as well and got on her bus. A special shopping trip with her mom sounded fun. It's been ages since they had a girl's day.
She couldn't wait.
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"OH GOD!" Cynthia cried out as Connor fucked her hard from behind on her bed, "OH MY GOD!"
"Oh shit," Connor groaned out as he continued to slam his cock inside her.
"Yes, pound me hard like that baby!" Cynthia panted, "Do you feel how swollen my pussy is for you?"
He slaps her ass hard. Cynthia moans louder.
"It feels so fucking wet!" Connor groaned, "Your pussy is just begging for my load!"
"Yes give it to me!" Cynthia cried out, "Creampie me baby! Give me a creampie!"
"Here it comes!" Connor stated, "Get ready to accept my seed you filthy mommy-slut!"
He slams his cock all the way inside her and stopped moving. Cynthia soon felt the warm rush of his cum erupting inside her.
"Yes, I feel it!" Cynthia said, "Oh god! I love the feeling of your thick cum shooting inside me! I love it so much!"
They then collapsed on her bed in a tangled heap. Panting hard and sighing in their post-sex afterglow. Afterward Connor removed his cock from her with a wet pop. He then grabs the video camera and aims it at her pussy, as his cum slowly began oozing from it.
"First big load of the day," Connor stated as he ended the video, "Your pussy really is something else."
Cynthia turns her head to look at him.
"God, this feels so embarrassing," Cynthia stated, "Are you sure people watch stuff like this, Dan?"
"Of course I am," Connor stated, "people pay big bucks to watch shit like this."
"T-They do?" Cynthia asked as she slowly rolled onto her back.
"Just like how people pay to see real homemade videos of moms fucking their big dicked sons all day," Connor stated as he laid on top of her.
"Well, this mom sure is loving her big boy's big boy inside her," Cynthia giggled as they kissed briefly.
"Ready for round two?" Connor asked.
"Do you really need to ask?" Cynthia asked right back.
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Sarah was sitting at her dining room table going over conspiracy theories on body-swapping. But none of what she read made since to her.
"Am I the one going crazy?" Sarah thought to herself, "To think I'm actually thinking that my own son got body-swapped?"
She then sighed and checked the clock on her cellphone.
"Shit!" she cried out, "I'm going to be late for Connor's visitation."
She got up from the table and accidentally banged her knee against the side of the table. She winced in pain.
"I seriously got to do something about this fucking table," she told herself, "that's the third time this week this had happened to me."
Sarah rubs her knee for a bit, before slipping into her shoes and grabbing her car keys.
She then got into her car and drove toward Magison's Mental Hospital. She really hoped her son was okay.
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I laid on my hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. Why didn't mom recognize me? I want to go home.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door, and a young female orderly popped her head inside.
"You have a visitor waiting for you," the orderly stated, "try not to make a fool of yourself this time, okay?"
"Who is it this time?" I asked, standing up.
"Your mother," the young orderly stated, "now follow me please."
I followed behind her as she led me through a maglocked security door and down a long hallway filled with different numbered doors.
"Here we are," the young orderly stated, "room 34. Your mom is waiting inside already."
She then promptly turns to leave. Her small, shapely ass swaying with every step. I felt myself getting hard, when I thought about wanting to fuck her. I pinched my arm hard to rid myself of those thoughts.
I then entered the room and saw Sarah sitting on the room's couch. She gets up to hug me. One, I return automatically. She smelled nice today.
"How are you, sweetie?" she asked as we sat side by side on the couch.
"How would you feel being trapped in a place like this," I said sarcastically.
"Look, I'm sorry about sending you here," Sarah stated as she placed her hand on my thigh, "but it was for your own good."
She touches my cheek.
"Baby, I need you to stop this delusion you have," Sarah stated softly, "there is no such thing as body-swapping. You are not Daniel Greystone. You're my son Connor Whites."
I want so bad for her to believe me. Seeing that she was the mother of my bully.
"Listen... please just listen to me!" I said, removing her hand from my cheek.
"I am listening to you," Sarah stated.
I took a deep breath.
"I really am Daniel Greystone," I stated, "your son has been picking on me since freshman year. I have a 10 year old sister named Zoey and a 42 year old mom named Cynthia. I was born June 16, 2001. My sister Zoey was born September 5, 2010. We had just recently celebrated her tenth birthday by taking her to Chuck'e'Cheese."
Sarah stared at me as I said that.
"You have to believe me!" I begged her as I grasped her hands between mine.
"Sweetie, please stop this nonsense!" Sarah stated, "Body-swapping isn't real! Science fiction isn't real!"
"Then how can you explain what I just told you?" I asked, "I don't believe in science fiction either. But this really happened."
She sighs and rubs her temples.
"You just think you're this... other person." Sarah stated, "That's all this is. You're just pulling a sick joke on this person who you are picking on. Enough is enough, Connor!"
There was a knock on the door, and Dr. Colleen Blackinskie walked in.
"I was just making my rounds snd and heard our special case had a visit with his mom today," Dr. Colleen stated, "I hope he's... not causing you any trouble?"
"Doctor, please help me understand why my son keeps thinking that he's this Daniel Greystone person." Sarah stated, "I'm at my wits end with this foolishness."
"Well, I'm quite frazzled myself with this too," Dr. Colleen sighed, "we rarely have cases like him."
"Cases like what?" Sarah asked.
"Cases with people who really think they're someone else," Dr. Colleen stated.
"But I am Daniel Greystone," I stated, "I have a sister named Zoey Greystone and a mom named Cynthia Greystone."
"Now now Connor, calm down," Dr. Colleen stated, "We don't want a repeat of yesterday, do we?"
"No..." I muttered through clenched teeth.
"Then be a good boy," Dr. Colleen said, "Otherwise, I'll remove your mom from
your visitation list."
"You really wouldn't do that... would you?" Sarah asked.
"That's entirely up to him," Dr. Colleen said, staring at me.
Sarah squeezed my knee tenderly.
"Please, Connor, just listen to the doctor, okay?" Sarah stated, "Please, honey."
I sighed.
"Fine..." I stated.
"Good, now we're getting somewhere," Dr. Colleen said.
Sarah smiled at me.
"Now tell me about this... Book of Body-Swapping." Dr. Colleen stated as a question, "And when you first started this.... delusion."
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"Mom, I'm home!" Zoey called out several hours later.
She walks down the hallway toward her mom's bedroom.
"Mom, you in there?" Zoey asked and knocked on the bedroom door.
"Y-Yes, I'm in here!" came her mom's breathy voice, "I'm changing my clothes right now. Give me thirty minutes, okay? Thirty minutes!"
"O'kay," Zoey stated and walked away from the bedroom door.
Maybe during the shopping trip today, she can talk about that imposter posing as her brother.
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Thirty minutes later, Cynthia came out of her bedroom. Zoey sat at the table doing her homework
"So you ready for our girls' day?" Cynthia asked Zoey.
"Ya," Zoey stated.
