A mother always knows best

 

My daughter Jill was not what you would call the life and soul of the party, in fact truth be told she never really had many friends growing up, and I had visions of her being one of those mad cat ladies in her forties surrounded by a dozen or so cats, looking disheveled and talking nonsense. Of course as a teenager her mother was the last person she would take advice from, but I knew, that if things didn't change soon I maybe forced to intervene. 

So when she started talking about her new friends Alice and Susie, I felt a ray of hope, perhaps things weren't as bleak. I wanted to seem like I was pleased she had found some friends, but I didn't want to pry too much, i did ask the questions like where they came from, what were they like etc, and to be fair Jill provided me some details, but when it came to seeing if she would invite them over some day, that's when she shut me down. It was about a month later, that she asked me, well more told me, that she was going to be going to the club in town on Saturdays from now on, rather than sitting in watching whatever reality talent show was being shown, I was naturally delighted, she was behaving like a normal teenager at last, when I offered to give her a lift in she huffed ' Gawd you're soo old and out of touch you know nothing about teenagers'. I may be a little old, but I'm not that out of touch, like I do know that the clothes teenager girls tend to wear to a club, are generally not those they leave the house wearing, no they tend to put a few things in a bag and change at a friends. So when the outfits she started to wear to leave the house wearing got skimpier, I had to say something, but Jill just stormed out without so much as a care. I was concerned at this stage, who were these friends that were responsible for this change in attitude, I didn't want to come the heavy on her before finding out more about them but the more I pushed for information the less i git from here.

I decided that next weekend, I would try and follow her and she what she got up to. The truth came as a shock but no real surprise. Jill was as much a social butterfly as ever. There were no friends, and I'm sure she could not find a club even if she was standing outside of one. Where most teen girls change into more revealing clothes after leaving home , Jill does the exact opposite and covers herself up. She spends most of the night at a late night coffee/bookstore where she reads a book, I made sure she did not see me, and the following morning I asked her how her night was, how was the club, were there any boys etc, trying to keep the questions general, and listening to the web of lies she spouted. To be honest I was kind of impressed at how easily she lied.The following weekend, played out the same way, i wanted to check that it wasn't just a one off. But seeing the same scenario play out I knew enough was enough and more serious intervention would be needed. I resolved that, knowing that she would never admit she didn't have new friends, or that she had been lying the past few weeks, the only way I could help her is to become her by body swapping with her. I waited until the next Saturday afternoon and then put my plan into action, I asked her straight out, was there anything she wanted to tell me about her friends, or her nights out, and before she answered to bear in mind I may know more than she thinks I do. But she just said no. It was then that I let her know exactly what I knew, and said that she was wasting her teenage years, and should be out enjoying life, and if she wasn't going to go out that I would give her body the life it deserved. To which Jill gave me a puzzled look, and was halfway through saying 'And what's that supposed to mean' when I initiated the pulse swap. 

The room spun for a minute, and shaking off the dizziness found my plan worked . Jill now in my body was furious with the realization of what had happened and that her mother now had access to all her 'secrets'. I was now in Jill's body, and trying to come to terms with having a teenagers body again, and not just a teenagers body but a VIRGIN teenagers body, i had long suspected that it may have been the case, but  sheesh Jill really was a loser, like i mean in this day and age what girl is still a virgin past 16 not to mention approaching 18. I really would have my work cut out to help her, I didn't know how long it would take to improve her social standing, but I knew I had to do it, but i knew i should really draw the line at 'doing it', her virginity wasn't mine to lose. First step was to actually go to a club tonight. Pulling on one of her tight dresses, well her only tight dress, and doing up my make-up, I ignored her comments as I left the house, and walking into the club I was met with a host of shocked faces and gasps, with all of them wondering why I would be coming there, and hoping I didn't come near them, by the end of the night, I had made a little headway into showing 'Jill' wasn't as bad as they thought. But it was going to take a good bit more than just that night. The following Saturday, while on the dancefloor, I took a risk, and while dancing with a good looking guy, pulled him close and snogged him, Jill's stock was starting to rise, the girls in her class were actually starting to acknowledge her (well me) and talk to me. Seeing that she now had friends, Jill begged me to swap back, but I declined saying that it needed some more time to make sure the friendship stuck, and I had to make sure they knew that she was indeed cool. It was about two weeks later, I hadn't meant for it to happen, it just did. His name was Markus, he saw me on the dance floor, and pulled me closer to him to dance, before long we were close enough to each other that you couldn't put a sheet of paper between our bodies, whilst kissing him, I could feel his huge member throbbing as it pressed against me. Next thing I knew we were in the back alley, my panties were around my ankles, and he had this huge 12 inch cock in his hand and was preparing to insert it inside of me. I justified what I was going to do by the fact thyyat this pussy deserved to be deflowered by a proper man's cock and not by some little white dick that was bound to be the case if and when she got laid. 'Be Gentle' I stammered, as he started, and began to realize that I was a virgin and withdrew I feared he would go inside and reveal my secret, but instead took me by the hand and said let's go somewhere more suitable for your first time. Ten minutes later we were in his college accommodation, and he was once again inserting his rock hard cock into my pussy. I had long ago forgotten how good it feels to be fucked let alone have such a tight pussy in which to be fucked. It wasn't long before I was overcome by waves of intense pleasure as I orgasmed, followed by feeling the heat from his cum even through the condom he was wearing. A short time later we both walked back into the club through the alley exit, and having all the knowing eyes on us, felt so good being judged for being a dirty slut.

Needless to say, I didn't tell my 'mother' of my exploits, I did say that I was making great progress and that i felt in another week or two we may be able to swap back. I used the excuse of going to one of the girls in her class's house to do homework and stuff as cover for seeing Markus again and again. The exploits at the club had gained some new respect and someone who agreed to provide a cover story  The guy was a machine, he could go for hours taking me to heaven and back over and over and when he starts flagging  we mix things up with a bit of oral. As I lay there with him pounding me, feeling more alive and having better sex in years, I didn't want it to end, and it occurred to me, it didn't have to, I initiated the swap so only I could reverse it. I  hope my 'mother' likes her flabby body, she doesn't know it yet, but I've decided that we are not going to swap back. That loser doesn't deserve this body, the friends I've nade, the stud of a college going bf and anyways, she would undoubtedly find some way to mess up everything I've done for her.  I just need to find the right time to tell her.