You have been dating Rachel for some months now. You met her in college, where she stood out for always wearing goth clothes, staying isolated, and ignoring everyone. By mere chance, you ended up paired with her for a class project, where she seemed shockingly comfortable talking with you. The chemistry was instant; you became fast friends and eventually started a relationship.
Dating her, you discovered it was her late grandfather who had deeply invested her into the occult and dark goth subculture. Visiting her house, you frequently met her grandmother Elaine—a heavy, elderly woman who was incredibly sweet and caring. One day, while helping Rachel clean the attic, you uncovered her grandfather's old belongings from his youth: a photograph of him looking like a male version of Rachel, alongside endless dark tomes, scrolls with pentagrams, and cursed objects.
When an excited Rachel took the cache to her bedroom, Elaine simply giggled, unbothered. She explained that she and her husband had tried countless dark rituals and forbidden practices in their youth, wishing Rachel luck with the leftovers while keeping only the old photograph for herself.
From that day on, Rachel invited you over every weekend to test the rituals. You witnessed all kinds of insane phenomena: communicating with spirits, creating a homunculus that perished in seconds, and even summoning a minor demon. Whenever a ritual went sideways, Elaine would casually walk in and resolve the danger within seconds. Having seen it all in her youth, nothing could surprise her.
You were on your way to their house today, nervous about whatever insanity awaited you next. When you stepped inside, you stopped dead in your tracks. "Elaine" was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette, dressed in Rachel's signature attire—a black jacket, black crop top, and short black jeans, though her heavy stomach completely spilled over the waistband. Meanwhile, "Rachel" was washing dishes with a sweet, maternal smile, wearing a modest blue dress with her hair tied in a neat ponytail. They had completely swapped bodies.
Rachel: "Hey babe"
She said, scratching her new, heavy stomach without putting out the cigarette.
Elaine: "Oh honey, remember in my body you are not a 20 year old anymore, you are 80, so please dont smoke, its not good for my lungs"
Rachel muttered an apology and crushed the cigarette under her shoe. Noticing your stunned, confused expression, Elaine giggled and nudged Rachel to explain the situation.
Rachel: "come on its obvious, i tried a ritual from grandpa's stuff and it made me swap bodies with Grams"
Terrified, you asked how they could possibly be so casual about a permanent magical anomaly.
Elaine: "Its not a big deal honey, i know there were two scrolls with the body swap rituals, the other must be on the atic stuff....we can go find it any moment we want....not that im in a hurry to swap back, walking trough the kitchen is so easy with Rachel's young legs"
Rachel: "Yeah and...well to be honest, i kinda find this whole thing pretty hot?, i dont know, the idea of dating you while im in Grams body turns me on....so i kinda want to stay like this for a while.."
Elaine: "And its my perfect chance of dressing Rachel's body with cute clothes, i bought her this dress as a gift but she only wears black, also knitting with these hands will be a lot faster"
Rachel: So its a win-win for us....unless you have protests? Are you scared of giving granny some sugar? Like come on...Grams body is stacked, look at these milkers, and she doesn't have a cake behind, she has the whole factory"
She teased, leaning forward to flaunt her massive, aged cleavage while attempting to sound seductive with her new, raspy voice. Elaine simply watched and chuckled.
Elaine: "Have fun you two, just remember to be gentle with my poor old bones if you get clingy and touchy as you usually are"