Dream #25: Bea Miller and Shannon Body Swap
Request was to start as Bea Miller and swap bodies with an older woman. Pictures I memorized for my intent are
Bea:
Shannon
I did mild
and entered the dream lucid, didn’t need to even reality check to know it was a
dream. I was in my room and everything looked normal. I stepped into the
restroom and knew which universe I needed to enter. My shower’s floor was
missing and instead was just a black void, it gave off a sound that was like a
soft white noise. I felt a bit scared of it but I jumped into the void and knew
it would bring me to my destination. I immediately heard “Never Ending Circles”
by Chvrches playing. I was looking in a fogged mirror and I could taste mint in
my mouth. I fully ‘landed’ (hard to explain. It took a little for me to fully
feel grounded in her body) in her body and I could feel that I was definitely
female. A toothbrush was sticking out of my mouth limply and I had to clamp my
mouth to keep it from falling out, she must have let go of it when I took over.
I wiped off some of the mirror and Bea was looking back at me. I looked down
and I was wearing only a tight black bra and matching tight panties, and I felt
dizzy for a second with close the floor was due to her shorter height. My hair
was very slightly damp and the bathroom was warm and humid like I had just
finished showering. I noted that having someone else’s toothbrush in your mouth
is super gross even if you have their mouth. I took the toothbrush out of my
mouth and spit in the sink. I ran my tongue over my teeth and they felt clean
so I didn’t feel too bad. Despite being fresh out of the shower I noticed
my/Bea’s hair was all brushed out, it was only to my shoulders which was one of
the hairstyles I’d seen her have in pictures. It was bleached blonde but dark
closer to the scalp, it was shoulder length and wavy. It’s a bit awkward taking
over someone’s body post shower because you have no idea how far in the getting
ready process they were. I did a deodorant check (always awkward) and sniffed
my armpits. I smelled some which was good. Bea’s face in the mirror looked
weird, weirder than just beyond seeing Bea’s face in the mirror. I realized that
the Bea I became didn’t have makeup on yet which was rare for a dream. I was
seeing Bea’s natural face. My mouth tasted funny which much have just been her
taste buds being different combining with her saliva tasting different as well
as the mint toothpaste.
I found
myself singing along to Never Ending Circles since I quite like the song and it
was strangely uncomfortable to talk with Bea’s slightly raspy and slightly deep
voice (for a female). It made singing more fun though since I had to try and
control her voice. The music was coming out of a little speaker on the bathroom
counter which her phone was docked on. I started exploring my body to get a
good idea of it before I got the dream started. Everything was perky but also
fairly small. I cupped my breasts through the bra and even with my small hands
they were clearly pretty small, barely a handful. I did the same to my butt and
it was tight, it seemed about average size for her build. I would need to trick
her mom into thinking I was her daughter, so I took a few minutes to practice and
get in the habit of speaking with a bit of a higher octave, as my normal
speaking tone made Bea sound like she was trying to imitate a guy’s voice. I
noticed it felt less harsh on my throat when I started speaking a bit higher. I
tried to practice smiling and making expressions like her but it’s very hard to
change your own mannerisms. They looked awkward on Bea’s face but they would
have to do. I was starting to get cold in just underwear so I looked around the
bathroom and spotted some clothes folded on top of the hamper. I unfolded them
and it was a pair of black leggings and a white shirt that looked like it had
been chopped in half horizontally. I pulled on the leggings and they felt skin
tight, but also comfortable, and in the mirror I could see it cupped Bea’s butt
in a pretty attractive way. I pulled on the shirt but it only covered the bra
and left my entire belly exposed. It was uncomfortable but trying to pick a
different outfit for Bea’s body was out of my wheelhouse.
I pulled her
phone off the dock and realized I had no pockets. I held it in my hand as I
stepped out of the bathroom and into her room. Her room was a mess and I
quickly went through it and stepped into a hall. I could smell coffee and hear
a microwave. I followed the noise and stepped into a nice kitchen. I saw ‘my
mom’ pulling a cup out of a cupboard with her back to me. She was in a pair of
jeans and a dark blue long sleeve, her hair was very short and pulled back. I
said “good morning mom” in my best teenage girl impression. She turned to me.
“Morning B. What’s wrong with your voice, are you catching a cold?” she eyed me
“You’ll catch one pretty fast in that outfit in this weather.” I assumed that
meant it was chilly outside and agreed this shirt was silly in that case, but I
played my role in the dream. She had turned back to her coffee. I tried to
sound like a huffy teenager. “I look cute in this. You’re just jealous I can wear
outfits like this and you can’t.” She brought her coffee and sat at the kitchen
table, it was a light brown color and a slightly elongated circle. Now seeing
her from the front I had to avoid staring at her boobs, holy damn she had huge
boobs. It would be a bit strange for her daughter to stare at her that way
though. She seemed used to dealing with attitude because she laughed. “You’re
right, I can’t dress that way. Age isn’t kind, you’ll deal with it eventually
too.” “Okay well you’re not me so I get to choose how I dress my body and not you.”
“Honey with that cute face if I were you I could rule the world.” I felt my
body shudder as she said it, it felt like ice had run through my veins for a
moment. I saw her rub her arms and then sip at her coffee, she must have felt
the same thing. “I’m even getting a chill indoors. Don’t blame me when you
freeze outside.”
I got a cup
out of the cupboard I had seen her grab one from and poured myself a cup too. I
took a sip and it tasted incredibly bitter, Bea’s tongue did not like the taste
at all. I sat down at the table with my mom and started putting some sugar in
it. It took 5 spoonful before it tasted palatable to Bea’s body. I played on
Bea’s phone which was not working in any logical way. Every time I tapped the
screen it switched to a different page of nonsense. The back of my hand started
itching, I scratched at it and after the itch continued I looked at it. It
looked drier and the veins were standing out more, it looked like the hand of
someone going on 40, not a 17 year old’s. I tried to discreetly look at my
mom’s hand as she lifted her coffee, it looked smoother and younger, her
changes the opposite of mine. As I watched my skin seemed to thin and dry even
more, I could see the veins pop. My hands aged and became the hands of a
middle-aged woman. The hands that lifted my mom’s cup of coffee to her lips
were young and smooth, Bea’s hands. I shifted in my seat, I felt uncomfortable
beyond just the usual discomfort of strangeness from being in someone else’s
body. I put down Bea’s phone and tried to figure out what it was and realized
my clothes had shifted ever so slightly from comfortable, flattering tight into
uncomfortable tight. I poked at my thigh and it had more give and felt softer,
like I had put on a few pounds. I also felt a dull discomfort from my bra being
a little too tight across my back and shoulders. I squeezed my belly in my
hands and there was a very slight pudginess to it, more than there should be
even when hunched over considering how taut Bea’s tummy was when I was looking in
the mirror.
I stood up
and knew that my face looked a little worried, an expression I didn’t need to
fake. “Mom do you notice anything different about me?” I held out my arms so
she had a clear look at my body. She looked up from her newspaper [No recall of
her getting newspaper. M.G? Go back over recall] and I saw her eyes run down my
body. “You’ve put on a little weight. I told you your metabolism wouldn’t
always support your sweet tooth. You still look beautiful.” I tried to get a
good look at her body but if her changes were mirroring mine it was too hard to
see under her clothes. I had to resist the urge to pull at my leggings, the
increased tightness had led to a feeling that I had a wedgie. I sat down and studied my mom closely. I
noticed that her hair looked different. Her hair was fairly thin, with her
short hairstyle and light color I could see her scalp through it at the front,
but her hair was looking thicker and fuller. A strand of it had escaped from
behind her ear and she idly brushed it back behind her ear, but the natural
blonde of it was flecked with platinum blonde, and it had a curviness to it
that it didn’t normally have. I ran my hands through Bea’s hair and it felt
thick between my fingers in mass, but I noticed there was a thin and short
chunk of hair near my forehead which felt different from the rest.
I found
myself rubbing my chin without thinking, used to playing with my beard hair.
Something was strange about it and it took me a moment to notice there was a
slight crease on my chin, but from my memory of pictures and looking in the
mirror Bea doesn’t have a cleft chin. It was very subtle but there was a
definite crease where I was gaining a cleft, I was getting ‘my mom’s’ chin. I
looked over at her and she was draining the last of her coffee which tipped her
head back. Not only did her chin look smoother and the cleft less pronounced,
but her hair was looking longer and more and more like Bea’s, and her face
looked younger, not significantly but like she had lost 5 years. She put down
her empty cup and noticed me looking at her, then she focused on me. “Did you
put on makeup today B?” “No, going plain today.” “Have you been getting enough
sleep?” “Yeah, why?” she studied my face closely. “You look tired is all. It
might just be the lighting and weather, I’d swear you looked 10 years older.”
She glanced at me again and then went back to her paper. I managed to get to
Bea’s phone’s camera and switched it to front-facing. Bea was looking back at
me but she was right, I looked older. Small lines and creases had appeared on
Bea’s previously smooth skin, some around my eyes and on my forehead. My thin
chin had a flatter look to it, a slight crease down the middle. My dark brown
eyes had thin light blue lines cutting the dark color. I tilted the phone to
see Bea’s hair and it looked limper, the color had faded somewhat to a more
natural blonde, even in the dark colored parts, it had also shortened some. It
was previously down to my shoulders and it had pulled up to just below my jaw.
I let my phone clatter to the table. I was feeling a bit scared about becoming
her so I didn’t have to exaggerate much, I said “Oh my god what’s happening to
me?!”
‘My mom’
(I’ll just call her Shannon from now on) looked up in surprise and said “what
are you talking about?” but then trailed off as she looked at me. “What’s wrong
with your face Bea?” She stood up and came around the table to look closely at
me. Her standing up let me see that she had indeed lost weight, her shirt
seemed slightly looser on her. Her large breasts were still on her chest, and I
noticed their sag more now that I was on the way to becoming her, but also her
belly seemed a bit less, her jeans weren’t tight on her thighs and legs anymore
either. “Have you lost weight mom?” she glanced down at herself and made a
“huh” noise. “I guess I have.” Another strand of hair that looked a lot like
mine/Bea’s slipped onto her face. She brushed it away again behind her ear but
when it fell back onto her face she pulled it out and tilted her head forward
to look at it. “What the hell? This looks like your hair Bea.” I stood up and
glanced down at Bea’s body. My body was gaining the weight and mass she was
losing. My legs and thighs had filled up more, now verging on painfully tight
in my leggings. My thighs now touched when I stood and the material of Bea’s
small leggings was bulging with the increased mass. Bea’s butt also felt
bigger, but it had also lost some shape. It had lost some of the tightness and
it felt looser and a bit droopy in my hands, despite being held tight by the
material. A very weird change I noticed was that my body was not a straight
line from crotch to belly to boobs anymore. There was a curve going from my
crotch to my belly, I was starting to get Shannon’s light fupa. It was quite
gross to see happen to Bea’s slender and attractive body. Shannon gasped as she
too inspected my body “What is happening to you?” I poked at my thigh and
Shannon’s eyes went wide. She looked down at her own thighs which had gotten
skinnier. “Oh my god, I think we’re switching bodies Bea.” I played along.
“What the fuck? I don’t want to be an old woman.” [Phone randomly flew out the
window. Shannon didn’t react.] She touched her face and felt it carefully. She
quickly walked over to a cupboard and opened it, there was a mirror on the back
side of it for some reason. She leaned in closely to it but she was standing
between me and it so I couldn’t see her reflection. She gasped “my eyes are
becoming brown.” She was touching her face gently “my face looks so much
younger.” I tried to say something but my bra was tight to the extent that I
could barely breathe. It was incredibly painful and I felt myself starting to
cry. I started to pull my shirt off and managed to say “help me” despite the
constriction.
Shannon
turned back to me and realized what was going on. Her face really did look
younger, she looked like she had lost 20 years and her face looked slightly
off, hints of Bea’s features were starting to appear on her face. She quickly
hurried over to me and started fumbling with the back of my bra. The flesh of
Bea’s boobs were overflowing from the bra, the tightness of the edge caused a
weird muffin top of breast tissue. Shannon was having troubles undoing the
clasp with how tight it was against my skin but I suddenly felt release and it
dropped away. Freed from the bra I could tell they were definitely larger, but
they also hung lower on my chest than they should have. Bea’s breasts had been
perky and sat relatively high on her chest, but these hung and sagged like the
breasts of a woman over twice Bea’s age. I lifted one and felt grossed out by
it, the flesh felt looser and I noticed there were stretch marks along the
bottom of it. They had not grown so much as to warrant the stretch marks and
sag. It was disturbing to have the characteristics of older and larger breasts
applied to Bea’s smaller (but growing) breasts. Shannon was watching me with a mix of horror
and fascination. I looked at her chest and her’s was still much larger, but it
had also pulled up some. Her boobs used to have obvious sag and underboob, but
they were sitting higher on her chest and had perkiness that should have been
impossible at that size and her age, the characteristics of Bea’s breasts mixed
with her large chest made them almost look fake.
My legs
started to tingle as the circulation was beginning to get cut off by the ever
tightening leggings. Shannon’s legs aren’t fat but she has a larger build than
Bea on top of a bit of excess weight, Bea’s leggings were many sizes too small
for her. Even with the stretchy material they were tight to where I could
barely get a finger between the waistband and my skin. I sat down at the
kitchen table and started trying to work them off. Shannon knelt down and
rolled up the legs of her jeans some, they were long and loose on her. She
walked over to the counter and grabbed a pair of scissors out of the drawer “I’m
so sorry honey. We’ll find a way to fix this.” Trying to get the leggings off
was a difficult task, and I was made aware of the very gross fact that Shannon
hadn’t shaved in a little and the light stubble of hair being roughly rubbed by
the leggings was not pleasant. Thankfully we didn’t need the scissors and I was
able to pull them off with a lot of exertion. My thighs showed cellulite and
the lack of tightness that came with age. I was now sitting in only a pair of
panties but thankfully that part hadn’t changed yet.
I ran a hand
through my hair without thinking (a habit of mine in waking life) and my hair
was short and thin, it felt almost brittle in my hands as it was dryer than
Bea’s, my hair had fully become Shannon’s. I looked up at Shannon and Bea’s
thick wavy hair was on her head, she even had the dark color near the root.
Shannon’s face had continued to change, Bea’s features were easily seen now.
Shannon’s eyes had gone fully brown, as had her eyebrows. Her nose had
flattened some and lost some of it’s sharpness, her mouth was a little less
wide but her lips were starting to fill, the skin of her neck had pulled tight.
Her face looked halfway between both. I felt my own face and noticed that all
the features I had just noticed on her were also on mine. My nose felt sharper
and a bit larger, my lips had pulled thinner. We had both reached halfway to
getting the other’s face, but her’s would continue to gain Bea’s features while
I gained Shannon’s.
Her shirt
was beginning to have a very awkward fit for her. Her chest had shrunk, the
material on the chest now sagging with less to hold it up, but on top of that
her entire torso had shrunk, her sloping shoulders had raised and straightened
some which pulled the material of the shirt up. She looked uncomfortable and
pulled it over her head and gasped at her body. Her body had lost decades of
wear and tear. Her complexion looked smooth and blemish free, she held up her
arms and looked in wonder at her biceps and forearms, then down at her chest.
Her bra, quite a big one, was hanging much looser on her chest. Her breasts
were approaching average sized rather than huge, and they were higher up on her
chest, easy to see how perky they were despite the bra. She ran her fingers
lightly over her belly, now tight and with the only slightest amount of pudge.
I heard her quietly say “my pregnancy stretch marks are gone.” I felt a sinking
feeling and looked down. My belly which had continued to gain some pudge now
looked like the slightly overweight belly of a middle aged woman, on top of it
silvery marks ran diagonal towards my belly button, I had gained her stretch
marks. I looked up at Shannon and she was staring at my belly. Moving my arms
had also made it clear that the skin on my arms was now also her’s. The skin
under my biceps hung slightly loose and I felt it jiggle slightly as I moved my
arms, a disgusting and annoying feeling. Shannon unbuttoned her jeans and they
easily fell off her. Her lower body was almost completely Bea’s, her hips had
slimmed and her legs were thinner and fit. I didn’t need to see behind her to
know that her butt had also pulled up and became tight and well-shaped. Sitting
in the chair I could feel that my butt lacked the tight form that it previously
had. She looked like she was 90% Bea. I had to keep adjusting how I was sitting
as my legs grew. My vision got a strange look like everything was vibrating
very fast, everything was a blur. I tried to blink it away but I was nearly
blind. I felt something hard settle on my ears and across my eyes and my vision
was back, Shannon had placed her glasses on my face and was blinking and
looking around the room in amazement with Bea’s brown eyes. “I didn’t remember
what it was like to not need glasses. Everything is so clear.” She stumbled and
frowned. “I’m so short. You didn’t get my height my daughter.”
I felt a
strange pull on my chest and I leaned forward as weight started to pile up, the
changes to our chests had gone into fast forward. I looked down and saw the
saggy orbs on my chest rapidly filling which helped them gain shape. I had to
hold them in my hands to help support them as the weight was becoming
significant and they lacked the perkiness to hold their own weight well. They
quickly overwhelmed my hands and I had to let go, they settled back on my chest
and grew to a size that seemed absurd from the first person, both topped with
pale pink nipples. Any movement made them shift uncomfortably, their large and
free hanging weight would pull me in whatever direction they got moving in. I
looked up and Shannon was cupping her hands over her small breasts, an
annoyingly amazed look on her face. “It feels so good to not have that weight.
I feel so light!” She bounced on her toes as if to emphasize. Her face went
blank and she stood rigid suddenly, and I realized why as a stirring happened
in my crotch. I felt my vagina expanding, weirdly enough. I don’t know how to
describe it but I could feel it getting looser, becoming the vagina of a woman
with a 30+ years of sexual encounters and all that entails. I closed my eyes
and tried not to pay attention. I heard Shannon’s voice make a “eep” noise but
it suddenly sounded like Bea’s voice instead. The feeling faded and I opened my
eyes. I saw Shannon’s body relax, she pulled out her panties and glanced inside
and just said “oh.” Her body was fully Bea’s, her large bra had slipped down to
her stomach. She smiled and then noticed me watching her and tried to stop
smiling but it came back. “I’m sorry honey. This is terrible, it’s just I
forgot how good it feels to be young, to feel pretty.”
She must have felt cold standing nearly nude
in her much reduced body, since she walked over to the table and grabbed my
discarded bra and leggings. She pulled on the leggings and managed to get the
bra on after some fumbling, not used to her proportions. She twisted her torso
and stuck out her butt and looked at it in the leggings and grinned. “I mean, I
guess I can wear outfits like this now.” She frowned at me still sitting nearly
nude and said “I’m sorry that you have to be in my body Bea, but pouting won’t
help. You will want to get a bra on soon or your breasts will become sore and
your back will hurt, like I said age is not kind. Look at it this way, you get
to walk in your mother’s shoes until we figure this out. I know I’ll enjoy it.”
She gave me a full, cheeky grin which looked cute on Bea’s face. I got up and
grabbed her bra which she was holding out for me, she looked smug at having our
bodies switched. I think I struggled to get the bra on and then woke up? Recall
of last minutes is bad.
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