At 3:24 in the afternoon, Sharon was sitting on the couch watching one of her favorite programs. She is your mother, a middle-aged woman in her late thirties. She is much shorter than you at 5'3" and 160 pounds. She, like her mother and sister, had large breasts and a nicely rounded ass, but relatively narrow hips.

You enter the house and dutifully took off your shoes. Mom didn't like anyone wearing shoes in her house. You look around the house for your mother. She is in the kitchen brewing coffee.

"Mom, you're not going to believe this!" you exclaim.

"What's up?"

"I was coming home from school. You know walking toward the bus and this woman gave me a gift."

"What type of gift?"

"It's more like a power. I can swap traits with anyone if we agree."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I find that rather hard to believe."

"It's true. I tell you it's true."

"Have you tested it out?"

"Not yet, I just received the power fifteen minutes ago."

"So let's try it out, how does it work?"

"I think all I have to do is suggest something to swap and you agree and then it'll happen."

"What can you swap?"

"Anything. For example, we could swap names."

"I can call you Sharon now, so what. That doesn't mean we swapped names."

"No, it would be like my name has always been Sharon and you have always been Jason. Everyone will know me as Sharon. That is how it would be written down everywhere. Even my birth certificate would say my name is Sharon."

"Sharon Gifford or Sharon Taylor, my maiden name?"

"Umm, I don't know."

"Whatever, let's try it out. Know what I want to swap?"

"What?"

"I wish I could feel as young as you do."

"I don't want to be old."

"I'm not old. What I am is short. How would you like to be as short as me?"