Probably one of the best caps I've ever written in my opinion, been cooking this one up for a while. The perspectives of two other swaps will be coming in the following days. Stay Tuned~!
Source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/4966338?q=parent%3A6361140
I always hated Christmas time, but it's not for the reasons you would expect. I don't know when it started or why, but every year, without fail, everyone in my family swaps bodies on Christmas Day and runs all the way until New Years, or at least that's what's supposed to happen. Sometimes, whatever magic or curse that swaps us all… buffers. Last year, my Uncle Terry got stuck as my cousin Zoey for two months. Every year, who swaps with who changes, except for the fact that the males, me, my Dad, my Grandpa, my Uncle and cousin, only ever swap with the ladies. And so, with the shrill beeping of my home’s alarm clocks, the dreaded day arrives. My eyes flutter open and as soon as I can, I try to figure out who’s body I’m in now. The room is certainly bigger than mine, with simple ambient decorations, a king sized bed, walk in closet, a bathroom, my dad’s body asleep on the other side of the bed- Wait! Am I…?
I hurriedly get out of bed and scramble to the closet, only to almost topple over from the huge weight on my chest pulling me down. This has to be… Yep. There, staring back at me in the full length mirror, is my mom’s body. Honestly, my mom was always kind of a MILF. Gorgeous blonde hair that I inherited, a kind, nurturing personality and huge, mature curves, it was hard not to think of her as such. But now, her body is mine… Along with all it comes with. As if on cue, I hear “my” husband begin to stir in bed, his rock-star-like black hair and beard honestly making him look kind of hot early in the morning. “Good Morning, beautiful. How are we feeling on his fine Christmas morning?” “He” asks teasingly. We all agreed to do our best to act in character when the swaps happen to avoid suspicion from the neighbors.
It certainly helps that our bodies react on their own to certain things, like being called beautiful by my husband. “I-I’m doing wonderfully, dear…” God, why does Mom have to become such a blushing, stuttering mess all the time!? I see my husband gain a mischievous smirk, damn these next few days aren’t going to be easy. “That’s great to hear, sugar. Oh, there’s a huge pile of laundry that needs to be cleaned, and the appetizers still need to be cooked~” Damn, Mom! Is this your way of getting me to help around the house more!? “O-Of course, dear. I-I’ll get right on it,” “You’re a doll, honey.” He says with a smirk, the same ‘I’m better than you in every way’ smirk Zoey always uses.Getting out of bed, I put on a simple red sweater and begin to head to the laundry room, but not without a parting smack on “my” butt from my “husband”. He wasn’t kidding. This is a huge pile of dirty laundry!
How’d it even get this big!? A-Are those cum stains on Zoey’s panties!? I can’t even begin to- “Hi Mom! Wow, you really let it pile up, huh?” That’s my voice! I turn around to see my tall, boxy build looking at me dead in the eyes with a smug smile. “You have fun with that, Mom.” And he leaves without another word. As I get to work doing the laundry, I begin to make a mental tally of who’s who. “So, I’m Mom and Mom is me… Zoey is Dad, which means Dad’s Zoey… Grandma Dahlia is acting really pervy, so she must be Uncle Terry! I haven’t seen Fiona yet, and she’s usually up the earliest, so Gramps is definitely her.” I’m brought out of my mental tally by a big hug around me which doesn’t do much to subtly conceal the small squeeze on my chest. “Hey sis~ You almost done with this? We’re gettin’ hungry over here~” Says my “sister” Michelle, but “her” way of speaking just screams my cousin Andrew.
“Y-Yes, Shelly. I-I’ll be right there.” Putting the last load of laundry in the dryer, I hurriedly shuffle to the kitchen, each movement a hassle thanks to my mom’s massive bust. How does she manage to get anything done like this? Putting on a white apron over my sweater, I grab the turkey out of the fridge and into the oven to warm it up as I begin working on the ham, green beans and other courses. ‘I’m so glad mom’s cooking skills transfer over…’ I think to myself as I expertly prepare the Christmas Day dinner with the expertise of a seasoned housewife. It doesn’t take long for me to finish preparing all the food, at which point my “son” walks into the kitchen.“Mmm~ Something smells good, Mom! You really should spend more time in the kitchen.” Wow. “He’s” really laying it on thick isn’t he? “Thank you, Ethan, hun. Dinner will be out shortly, go gather your cousins and sister.” “Sure thing, Mom, oh, and Dad told me to tell you, ‘Wear the other apron’.”
I cringe inside, knowing that’s the pastel pink ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron, but I’m in no position to deny anything, removing the plain white apron and putting the humiliating one on. As I see my entire family gather around the dinner table, you can tell that, despite their best efforts, it's hard to act like somebody else. “Ethan” is trying his best not to help set the table, while Zoey is frantically straightening out her skirt hiding her blushing face in her greyish blue hair while on the phone. Probably sexting her hunky boyfriend Mason again. Oh that’s got to be embarrassing for Dad. “Zoey, put the phone away, this is a family dinner~” The teasing tone doesn’t fit my “husband’s” body well, but “Zoey” certainly seems relieved to be able to set the phone down. With everybody settled in, I start bringing out the food, much to my swapped family’s excitement and enjoyment. As much as I hate this, I can’t help but admit this is when we feel closest as a family.
My “husband” raises his wine glass to ring in Christmas with a toast. “Here’s to yet another Christmas as a family! Cheers!” And we all reply. “Cheers!”