Nothing new to see here, folks. This is just your standard, run-of-the-mill caption wherein a son and his mother switch bodies—due to the usual nutty professor who, working alone, manages to invent something that the finest teams of scientists and engineers on the planet have yet to crack. Ain’t it always the way? When I was a kid, inventors like that were building moon rockets; now it’s bodyswap machines. Just goes to show how our priorities have changed. Enjoy!
By the way, I realize that this sort of storyline isn’t to everyone’s taste. I get that. I won’t be offended if you skip this one and dive into my archives for a brother-to-sister tale, or one of my many stories about cross-dressing angst. For the record, I’m not really sure why I enjoy the odd son-to-mother story myself. It’s weird: I can read a story about some random dude turning into his mother, but no way have I ever thought about my own parent that way. She was a very nice lady, smart and creative (the apple doesn’t fall far), but I’ve never imagined specifically being her. Be more like her? Oh, for sure—dressing up in her clothes definitely has that effect. But most of these stories go way beyond that, to the son taking over his mother’s actual identity. That’s the part I don’t get, even though I do enjoy the stories. If anyone’s got a theory that might explain this conundrum, I’d love to hear it.
The last caption I wrote similar to this was “Her Face, Her Hair, Her Body“.
P.S. This is another wide caption with dense text, so here’s the JPG for those in the need. Click the above icon for the regulation PDF version.