This choice: She checks out her new body in the mirror • Go Back...Chapter #6Finding a mirror by: Wassel   Finishing up the dishes, finding that it wasn't quite the chore that her mother made it out to be, Tara then wondered to herself what she was going to do now, before realizing that since the swap she hadn't properly gotten a look at herself in a mirror, deciding to do that now, wanting to take in the full completed picture.
Heading out of the kitchen and into the hall, where her mother's old, full size antique mirror hung, she stopped in front of it and took in her new reflection.
"Wow, I really am mom," she smiled, already aware of this fact of course, but seeing herself in the mirror now fully driving that point home. It was a strange feeling certainly, she though, to be staring into a mirror and seeing instead of her own face, someone else's staring back, their movements perfectly matching her own, but it was also really, really cool. There she stood, looking in wide eyed amazement, with a big old grin painted on her face, Tara's 32 year old mother, with her long, dark red hair tied back in a loose, messy ponytail, her long bangs hanging down the side of her pretty, soft and motherly face. Her curvy body was still clothed in that pretty, blue flowery dress, with short little sleeves and a skirt that reached just below the knee, showing off a good chunk of her nicely toned legs, while on her feet she wore a pair of flat, light brown sandals.
"This is so cool!" Tara giggled again, watching her mother do the same, as she then placed her hands on her hips and said, in her best angry mother voice, "That's it young lady, go to your room!" Enjoying this, finding playing acting as her rather fun, she then proceeded to act out a few other words or phrases she'd often hear her mother say, specifically aimed towards either her or her siblings, breaking into laughter after each one.
After a couple of more minutes of this, she then turned her attention to exploring herself again, gently running her hands down the contours of her new curvy, womanly form, very much appreciating the difference from her own scrawny one. Cupping her hands under her large breasts, still having not gotten used to having these, she jiggled each heavy mound up and down a little and gave each one a squeeze, before bringing her hands up to the buttons of her dress and parting the material slightly, trying to get a better view. Moving closer to the mirror, with the gap in her dressed pulled as wide as she could get it, Tara stared into her mother's deep cleavage, the two creamy lumps of flesh being pushed together by what she could only assume was her mother's bra (having never worn one before, but definitely being able to feel something digging into her skin), decorated on the top by a light smattering of freckles. Though she was only 10 and didn't really have much knowledge about sex, that didn't stop Tara from having an appreciation of breasts, having seen enough of them on television and in magazines, not to mention all the women who walked around town in tight tops showing their own off at every given opportunity. She liked how they looked, especially in a low cut top with prominent cleavage on display, wishing that she herself could look like that; breasts just making you seem so much more womanly. This was partly why she admired her older sister so, Katy liking to show off what she had as much as she could (and as much as their parents would allow her), explaining to her younger sister one time that boobs had special powers and that they could make boys do whatever you want. This certainly amused Tara whether it was true or not, and she couldn't wait till she had boobs of her own to try it out.
With this in mind then, wanting to see more of her mother's large chest, she began fiddling with the remaining buttons on the dress, her mom usually keeping her treasures fairly well covered, Tara pulled the top of the dress open, revealing her incredibly deep and impressive half foot of cleavage, as well as the cups of her lacy white bra. "Mom is so lucky. Her boobs are huge!" she said, admiring the firm, swells of flesh, before realizing her error, "Heh-heh, I mean my boobs are huge! I wonder what they look like naked..."
Thinking about this, having never actually seen her mom's bare breasts before, only Katy's and only once or twice, Tara figured that there would be no harm in checking it out and gazed around the hallway, wondering to herself if she should check them out here or head upstairs, aware that it might be kind of embarrassing if her dad or brother suddenly came in. "Yeah, probably best not to do it here," she decided, before quickly bounding up the stairs, getting a reminder of how heavy her boobs were in the process as the bounced up and down with every step. Reaching the top, for a brief moment she contemplated going into her parent's bedroom, seeing as it was now technically her room, but chickened out at the last minute, thinking that her dad could still walk in there and instead deciding on the safety and familiarity of her own bedroom.
Once inside she shut the door and planted herself in front of her own smaller mirror that hung on the back of her closet, noting as she did her new angle on things again, now looking down at what used to be eye level. Forgetting about this for the moment though and getting back to the reason she'd come in here, Tara grabbed the hem of her mother's dress and yanked it up over her body, getting it caught momentarily on her chest before managing with a bit more of a struggle than she was used to to finally get the thing off. Now stood in front of the small mirror dressed in nothing more than her mother's lacy white bra and matching panties, Tara took a minute or two to evaluate her underwear clad form, once again impressed by the extreme shapes that made her look so womanly. Her breasts were of course huge, and now appeared somehow even bigger without the dress, but her hips and ass were also rather wide, while her waist was relatively slim (not as slim as her own or Katy's of course, but comparatively so), creating a rather beautiful hourglass shape that tapered off onto a nicely toned pair of legs.
"Heh-heh, I used to live in there," she smiled, giving her soft belly a playful little pat, before moving both hands up towards her mother's bra to unleash her new breasts. Having never worn or had to remove a bra before, Tara found this next part a little tricky, as her fingers pulled at the clasp behind her after sliding the straps off her shoulders, not entirely sure how the things was supposed to come undone. She'd seen Katy take a bra off before and that had seemed fairly straightforward, why then was she having so much trouble doing the same thing? "Argh, who invented these things?" she groaned, turning her body so her back faced the mirror and looking over her shoulder, needing to see what she was doing if she was going to have any luck undoing the clasp. Fortunately this new viewpoint helped her substantially and working out that there were little hooks she needed to undo, Tara managed to get them off without any further trouble, feeling her large chest slump forward slightly, no longer restrained by the bra.
Happy with herself for getting the thing off, as well as feeling some relief that the bra straps were no longer digging into her shoulders, Tara then pulled the garment off and looked down at her now naked breasts. Unencumbered by the bra, the two large, soft mounds hung from her chest with a slight sag, covering her mother's entire ribcage and sticking out rather noticeably on either side of her body. They were still round and firm though and were decorated by the largest nipples this young girl had ever seen. Where as her own were small and a light pink color, her mother's were long and thick and light brownish, surrounded by a bumpy areola that was about the same width as a teacup, pointing straight out from the two fleshy masses like little antennae.
"Eww, gross!" was Tara's first reaction, not expecting mature nipples to look quite like that, but quickly getting over it as she began flicking and rubbing at them with her fingers, finding that although they were darker in color and large, very large, they were also kind of cool, the both of them giving off a nice little tingling sensation as rather amazingly, they began to actually harden and grow, nearly doubling in size. Enjoying this fact, and now thinking of the thick rubbery protuberances as just another cool feature of her new adult body, Tara's hands then began happily exploring the rest of her now naked chest, squeezing and pulling at the the doughy flesh and slapping them together like symbols.
After doing this for about five or ten minutes, having a childlike fascination with playing with her new breasts (especially when she would lift them both up towards her face and let them go, causing them to jiggle and rebound around on her chest), Tara then decided to discover if there was any other differences between her mother's body and her own that she'd not yet noticed, her hands curiously sliding their way into her mom's white panties to find out...
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