“We can't let anyone know!”

“But Mom. Look at us! They'll know immediately when I show up at school!”

“You're not going to school. Not until this is over.”

“GREAT!”

“I'll be going to school for you.”

“WHAT?” Ginger Hallingsworth and her twelve-year-old son Gregg had swapped bodies. Gregg didn't have any idea how it had happened, but his mother assured him that if he didn't panic, they would return to their real bodies tomorrow. Apparently, the swap took place while they were asleep. Mom had woken Gregg up. The pair was still in mom's bedroom, in each other's bodies, and wearing each other's apparel.

Gregg was wearing his mother's body. Over that body, he was wearing a satin nylon nightgown. He had never worn anything like this before. The material was the softest and smoothest thing he had ever felt. It caressed his now cushiony feminine body. The nightgown had a V-neck and descended to the tops of his calves with slits at the side hem. Under that, he only wore a lustrous full-cut pantie. His unsupported C-cup breasts felt heavy on his chest.

Ginger was wearing cotton Spiderman pajamas, which included a short-sleeve top and pj pants with an elastic waist. The Fruit of the Loom boys' briefs supported her small penis in a similar way that her bras had supported her breasts. She was more familiar with the nightwear that she was wearing than Gregg was with his. The style wasn't too much different than the pajamas she had worn, especially on cold nights. It had been apparent luck that the night she swapped bodies with her son she had been wearing a frilly nightgown and nylon lingerie, instead of cotton pajamas and panties.

“If I don't go, it'll seem suspicious.”

“You can't go to school!”

“Why not?”

“Because.” Gregg was afraid of his mother embarrassing him to his friends, but he didn't want to say that.

“I have to go; I'm seeing your father after school. If I cancel, he'll make a stink. You know how your father is. He'll throw a hissy fit. He can be such a drama queen, sometimes!”

Ginger and Gregg's dad had been divorced for many years. A strict visitation schedule was agreed on. Gregg's dad had visitation tonight from 3:00 (after school) until 8:00. After which Gregg would be returned home.

“You are going to be with dad?” Gregg snickered. Gregg knew the contentious relationship his parents had. He knew that his mom didn't like to be in the same room as his dad. Mom and dad didn't even see each other during these custodial handovers. Dad picked Gregg up at school and then let him out at the curb of Gregg's house. He didn't even walk him to the door to prevent seeing Ginger. Sometimes, dad's fiancé, Allison would come to accompany him or even pick up Gregg alone.

Having mom have to spend several hours with dad was just 'too funny'.

“I have to.”

“I would love to see that.”

“I promise I won't murder dad with his own gun!”

“Yeah, don't do that.”

“I'll take a picture if you like of me and him together. I'll even smile.”

“But while you're with dad what will I do?”

“You can just stay home.”

“All day?”

“Sure.”

“I can stay home and play video games and you won't get mad?”

“I won't. This is a special case.”

“Hmm, you don't want me to do anything, like shopping?”

“No, play games, watch TV, or whatever. You don't have to do anything.”

“Sweet!”

“I have to get ready to go to school. You can go back to sleep if you like.”

Ginger turned to leave the room. She needed clothes for the day. She also had to take a shower, brush her teeth, and eat breakfast. She didn't need Gregg's help with any of those things.

Gregg was about to follow her out and to his room but decided to stay in the master bedroom. He took a step to his bed and sat upon it. He swirled his legs to lie on the bed. Then he used his hands and elbows to hop around on his butt and get into the middle of the queen-size bed. As he did, the skirt of his nightgown rose up. He had to prop his butt up to smooth the nightgown under him. With his head on the pillow, he pulled the comforter over his body and closed his eyes. Gregg found that going back to sleep was impossible. There was too much on his mind.

Ginger fetched some clothes from her son's room. Despite waking up in Gregg's room and selecting clothes for her to wear from there, Ginger didn't consider this her room. She was only going to be Gregg for one day. Tonight, she would go to sleep in Gregg's room and wake up in her own room, in her own body.

For Ginger, this would be the first time she would be attending school since graduating from college. Although she would be back in middle school. She knew what was in Gregg's drawers better than he knew it. She was the person who bought all his apparel. She was the person who put the folded apparel in the drawers after she had washed them. When this was over, maybe it was time for her to teach Gregg how to wash the laundry and replace the clean garments in their proper place.

Turning her attention to getting herself dress, Ginger knew she didn't have to give much thought to what she was going to wear. Much less thought than to the outfit she would wear when she was in her own body. Middle school kids, especially boys didn't care very much about what they wore. Ginger was sure, Gregg would wear the same shirt and jeans every day, f she put the dirty clothes back into the drawers...or allowed him to leave the on the floor.

Ginger selected a light green shirt with a white clover on it that said 'Luckiest'. It was a simple short-sleeve t-shirt with a crew neck. She paired it with white joggers' sweatpants which had a full-elastic drawstring. The material was a little thicker and much looser than the womanly version of this outfit. She searched for some newish underwear (the whiter the better), white athletic socks, and sneakers. Gregg didn't wear these things much. She didn't remember him wearing the t-shirt at all. The sweatpants he only wore occasionally.

Taking her outfit to the bathroom, she stripped out of her pajamas. She put the used clothes into the hamper, turned on the shower, and entered.

Ginger adjusted the temperature until it was to her liking. She fished the soap out of its dish. She knew that Gregg never used anything like moisturizer or any of the creams she used, nor liquid fragrant soaps. . He didn't have to; his skin wouldn't dry out as hers would. He was also a boy; such things didn't matter to him.

As soon as the water touched her body, Ginger realized she had to pee. She had forgotten.

“Should I just pee here or get out and pee in the toilet?” she wondered.

She decided to pee in the toilet. It didn't matter if she was a boy, she decided she shouldn't pee in the shower. She got out of the shower and left a small puddle at her feet. If she would have sat down like a woman, she would have dried herself off. But as she didn't have to sit, she didn't need to dry off before peeing. She raised the seat and took her penis between her thumb and forefinger and pointed it towards the bowl. She let the pee fly. She didn't have to pee that badly. Besides standing up, was peeing like this really that different than when she did it before? It must be.

Ginger reached for the toilet paper by instinct. Gregg would never use any, should she? She grabbed a small wad.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” she reasoned.

Reentering the shower, Ginger rubbed the soap between her hands to create a lather. Then she started on her face. She closed her eyes and rubbed her soapy hand up and down over her face. Then she spread out her fingers to cover her cheeks. After a second, her fingers were cleaning around and over her ears. Then she washed her neck. Finally, she stuck her head into the running shower to remove the soapy areas. Pulling her head back out of the water, she opened her eyes.

She washed lower on her body, arriving at her chest. She didn't have boobs anymore. Washing her chest, felt no different than washing her stomach. It hadn't been that way for her for well over twenty years. She let her hands drop and washed her stomach and then she washed her new penis. She wondered if that is how it felt for men. Maybe a man's penis would be more sensitive when he was older. Gregg's body was only twelve at this point.

She forced herself to not linger on her privates; she washed her hips and then around to her butt. She bent down to wash her thighs. They felt a bit bony to her. Her real thighs were much thicker and softer than Gregg's. Next, she wiped the knees and lower legs. Finally, she had to sit down to wash her feet. After washing her entire body, she sprayed a little dollop of shampoo into her palm and lathered her hair. She also did something that Gregg would never do; she conditioned her hair. The entire shower took less than five minutes.

Ginger got out of the shower and took a towel to dry herself. She rubbed the towel over her body. She didn't wrap it around her chest or even her waist. She didn't need to. In her old body, she would blow dry her hair. Gregg's hair was much shorter and not 'styled'. She could get away with just combing it when she was done. She put on her Hanes briefs and her shirt when she thought she was dry enough.