Something not quite right with mother requested by Anonymous 05.05.24

Troll "mom": the imposter

46-year-old single mother of one, Michelle, was jogging through the woods.

She had this free feeling that she was being watched.

It made her feel uneasy.

She decided to head back to her car.

Halfway through,  she was stopped by an updated-looking little man.

Before she could see anything, his eyes glowed red, and she found herself pinned to the spot.

She wants the ugly little man in front of her to transform into an exact copy of her clothing.

The little was now a copyhead, and she found words drifting away.

She did not know, but if anybody came across her standing in the woods, all they would say would be an old stone sticking out of the ground.

The little man was the troll of the woods.

He was a shapeshifter.

Every 30 to 40 years, he would find himself another life to steal.

He accessed her memories through his telepathic link to her body.

He now had access to everything he would need to become.

He headed back down to the trail, thinking to himself, 'Our wonderful feeling of being a woman again.'

He found her car.

It had been years since he had driven a human automobile, but he was sure her memories would make it easy.

He headed back to her home and her family.

He knew that if any of them started causing trouble, he could make them disappear just like that.

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He drove back to her house, pulled the car up onto the drive, turned off the engine, and stepped out.

He was amazed at how wonderful it felt to be tall again.

He was amazed by how wonderful it felt to have breast jiggling on his chest, hip swing at his waist, and a hot, sticky pussy between his legs again.

There was nobody home when he entered the house, so he headed upstairs to her bedroom and stripped off the workout clothes she had been wearing.

He brought himself a hump bubble bath and climbed in.

He let his new slender female fingers wander where they wanted.

He said to himself as he fingered himself beneath the bubbles I always forget how wonderful this is.

I don't know why I always go for young, fit men instead of more mature women.

After soaking in the tub for almost half an hour, he climbed out and dried himself.

He headed into her bedroom and picked out a sexy outfit to wear

It was silver, beautiful, and made him feel like a woman.

It hugged her body in all the right places. 

Despite his fun in the bathtub, he found himself wanting more.

He was just fingering himself to the point of bliss when the front door banged open, and a snot-nosed teenage boy walked in shouting Mother, I'm home.

For the rest of the evening, he had to be Tend To Be This Boy's mother.

He had to cook him dinner and be ten to be interested in what he had to say.

Whilst all the while he just wanted to pleasure himself.

After the boy had headed off to bed, he thought he would pick up where he left off.

He was confident he had made the right decision and that he would have water from being.