You have been dating Roxy for some months now. You met her randomly in college; she was a loner who always stood out because of her goth clothes and pale skin. One day you saw her alone on a bench and decided to talk to her. With time, you ended up in a relationship with her. She spent hours talking to you about all kinds of occult and creepy stuff—she was really into that kind of thing. Despite how weird she was, you liked her a lot.

Sadly, Margareth, your mother, didn’t like Roxy at all. She had always been a strict and religious woman, so seeing Roxy dressed in goth clothes with crosses and pentagrams everywhere really upset her. There were countless arguments between them. Margareth often pressured you to end the relationship, but you always refused.

One day Roxy showed you a weird orb she had ordered online from a shady forum. She was really excited while talking about it. It seemed to be cursed, and she wanted to try using it for a ritual with you to see what would happen. You hesitated, but after a kiss on the lips you agreed. You went to your house and prepared everything.

Margareth entered with the laundry, and when she saw the huge pentagram and the orb on the floor she freaked out. She had reached her limit. A heated argument broke out between her, you, and Roxy. In the heat of the moment, both Margareth and Roxy were standing in the middle of the pentagram. Roxy held the orb and said Margareth had no business controlling what you did in your free time. Margareth scoffed, saying it actually was her business since she was your mother, and sarcastically added that unless Roxy was your mother and she was your girlfriend, the final word would always be hers. Roxy replied with equal sarcasm that she would love that to happen, then pressed the orb against Margareth’s shoulder.

The orb suddenly brightened. In an instant, Roxy and Margareth’s souls left their bodies and entered the other. After that, the orb dissolved. When they regained their senses, Margareth gasped in shock.

Margareth: “Why am I looking at myself?!” Then she looked down and saw she was wearing Roxy’s goth clothes, and that she now had a huge chest. “What is going on!? These clothes aren’t mine! And these definitely aren’t either!” she said, feeling her new chest.

Roxy: “Wow… the ritual worked… so that’s what the orb did!” she said, walking to a mirror to look at her new old face. “Ugh, so wrinkly. I look so grumpy too… Still, I can’t wait to tell everyone in the forum about this. I’ll be everyone’s envy!” she added, feeling her new sagging chest and wrinkled hands.

Margareth: “You! Fix this! This is wrong! This is… this is some demon’s act! We need help! We need to go to a church—a priest—an exorcism!” she said, hyperventilating.

Roxy: “Calm down. I’ve read about cases like this before. The best we can do now is get used to our new bodies and roles. Don’t worry—we’ll slowly get each other’s memories. You won’t even notice how we completely turn into each other. Oh, it’s exciting to be the one experiencing it for once!”

Margareth: “You sicken me! We can’t just accept this! I… we… I can’t be my own son’s girlfriend!”