This morning was such a rush.

But last evening when you transformed me into your stepmom by accident I was terrified. You should it was a simple gender change spell. Perhaps since you are studying anthropology in uni, you should study your ancient languages harder.

I nearly had a panic attack, your stepmom's huge chest now mine, heaving up and down as I fought for breath. You grabbed me by the shoulders. "I'll find a way to change you back, I swear, but you have to pull yourself together. My dad has an important gala to attend tonight and you have to be in attendance."

"I'm not going to a gala!" I yelled.

"Yes, you are. You are going. You will go upstairs and get ready. She has her dress prepared and everything. Look online for how to do your make up."

I scratched my head. "It's weird. . .but I think I remember how to do it. . . "

You looked slightly concerned when I said this but nodded. "Good. That's good. I'll figure out a way to get you out of her body. It may be tomorrow but you will be fine. Just act normal for one night."

I nodded.

"You can do it. I believe in you. You're a great actor and the smartest person I know. In many ways, you're the woman for the job."

I smiled and nodded.

I think you'd be proud of me. I did what you said. You seem pleased with the pancakes I made this morning. You winked at me across the table, as if to say, I have it all handled. We make a good team. Your dad doesn't suspect a thing.

I saw your father off this morning. I won't get into the details of how. I simply followed my feminine intuition to a deep realization: Lips can say 'thank you' without speaking.

If I told you what I did, it likely would cause you more concern that warranted — but it felt like the right thing considering how wonderful last night was. When I went into the ladies room to pee I got so many compliments about my dress. The gala was soooo beautiful and your father was such great company — and the attention he lavished on me in front of everyone as I strolled in my beautiful dress. Naturally he deserved thanks. Adoration.

I enjoyed giving it this morning. I looked him in the eye and tried to make him see how thankful I was. He was taken by my devotion and seemed intent on repaying me but I insisted he receive all the attention. Eventually it was too much for him and I had no choice but to receive a series of gifts from him.

You really like my pancakes, you're taking another from the plate at the center of the table. Your new stepmommy can cook, can't she? I feel pride welling up in my chest. It swells in my robe, glazed in the remenants of your father left at the climax of this morning's adoration. When your dad's off to work and you to university, mommy will need a shower.

The gala went long. I was expecting he'd be tired. But your father is full of surprises. I was standing admiring my dress one last time before bed when he came up behind me.

"It's time to get out of this, honey."

My thong was already soaked through from all the night's wine and attention. With one swipe of a zipper I was now soaking wet. Being unwrapped like a present took me there. I thought of you sleeping down in the basement as the cool air hit your step mom's bountiful ass. My ass. . .

I let the dress fall from me and turned. Your dad smiled and pressed his hand between my thighs, drawing a moan from my lips. I thought of you again, sleeping so soundly, unbeknownst of how normal things were about to become two floors above you. He pulled my thong to the side and slipped a finger inside of me.

I whispered, "I'm already warmed up."

He smiled. "You are, aren't you? You're a furnace."

"Got any kindling?"

Mmmmmm. Much like seeing your father off from work this morning, the details aren't important, are they?

I mean — if a MILF fucks in the woods and you aren't there to hear it, did it happen?

What about if she straddles her husband, takes him deep inside of her for the first time in her short memory as a woman — and then leans forward to make out with him as she fucks him?

I'll answer for you. No.

(Your dad is so thick I'm walking like a tree fell between my thighs I'll tell you that much!)

So eat those delicious pancakes your stepmommy made you without a care in the world. There's plenty where they came from. Now off to university you go!

Your father and I walked you to the front door. You smiled again and nodded to me, as if to say, I'll find a way to get you out of that body. It was hard to fake a smile. When you turned I reached back and cupped your father's cock through his suit pants with my dainty little hand.

It's shower time.

It's a little bittersweet to wash off my first cum glazing as your step mom. My pussy aches. I'd be lying if it didn't expect more. In fact, before I stepped into the shower I made a call to your university library requesting all the pertinent spell books for our little problem to be put on hold. That gives me about two weeks to decide how to proceed. The thing is, when stepmommy feels her tits weighing heavy on her back, she doesn't feel like going anywhere right now.

(Mmmm. They're going to need a healthy amount of soap to be clean aren't, they?)

Besides, I think I could be an important part of making this household better. For one, everyone seemed happy with breakfast. I could tell your stepmom must suck in the kitchen. And thet thing your father said this morning keeps coming back in my mind.

"That was the best blowjob I've ever gotten."

My heart nearly broke for him. He deserves much better, I think. Don't you think? Much better. I lick my lips just thinking of how much better.

I don't miss my cock in the least. My husband's is all the dick anyone could need. This pussy between my thighs wells with power. I push my dickless mound forward proudly, knowing deep in my clit that overnight I ultimately became the person in charge around here. I will use my femininity for good, this house and everyone in it will be taken care of if I have anything to do with it. There's a new boss in town and let me tell you - she has huge luscious tits.

Perhaps it's like you said:

I am the woman for the job.