Tammy stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, determination flickering in her eyes. She had tried diets before, joined gyms, and even bought home workout equipment that had since collected dust in the corner. But this time was different. She was tired of feeling trapped in her body and was ready to dedicate herself fully. No half-measures.

She would 'lend' her body to her son, Chad the fitness nut, and let him get her body in shape. Then they would switch back.

"Are you ready to do this Mom?" Chad asked.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

"I'll have your body for a month, once I start there won't be any going back."

"I don't care, if you can get me into shape, no price is too high."

"OK, then close your eyes."

Tammy did as requested. It seemed like less than a second when her voice told her to open them. She looked at herself. It was worse than she thought, seeing her 'plus size' body from her son's perspective.

"OK, I can't do this here. I have to go to the spa for intensive training. I'm going to get dressed an go."

Chad grabbed Tammy's gym bag and headed to the health spa. It was a full-service retreat: a gym, dietitians, trainers, and even a life coach. Chad signed up for the most intense package available, telling the receptionist 'I'm not leaving until I transform myself!" Chad used Tamy's credit card and all her information to sign up. He...er she was Tammy now.

Chad in his mother's body stripped out of her clothes and slipped on his new workout gear: an extra-firm sports bra, a red leotard that hugged his new extra large curves, and taupe tights that stretched snugly against his plump legs. He felt a wave of vulnerability as he looked at himself. “This is me now,” he whispered. “I'm Tammy now. But it’s not who I’ll be forever.” Chad forced himself to think of himself as a woman named Tammy for as long as he his Mom's body.