Motherly Wishes - Original Story (Patreon)

A mother and a child. A basic relationship that many in the world have. Zack only happens to have a mother. Zack’s mother, Sarah only has one son. For better or for worse the two have to live together and tough out the situations that come their way. Sarah has a well-off paying job as a defense attorney. She started small time but wanted to provide for her child so she kept working till she could open a law firm. Though the money makes sure they survive, she rarely has any free time. Zack is still just a teen, school is where his mind should be. Zack lives an easy life because of his hard-working mother. Sadly even if things on paper look good the reality is much different.

“Really?!” A stern motherly voice pierces the air. The two-story home in the small suburban town can barely muffle it. Sarah is upset with him again, her boy right in front of her. Zack tries to keep his head down at the kitchen table to avoid eye contact. Sarah on the other hand stays standing pacing back and forth around the kitchen. As a mother, she was beside herself this time. Her green eyes squint at different parts of the kitchen trying to focus her thoughts. The clack of her black heels against the tile floor gives a calming effect, a sound she was used to. Stopping abruptly Sarah takes a long breath and smoothes out the back of her black pencil skirt. Then fidgeting her hand against her white button blouse she speaks up again, her voice still stern but not as loud. “Zack… not only did you fail the test. You really have been bullying one of your classmates?” The tone was more disappointment than anger. Sarah reaches behind her head and pulls out the hair clip. A sea of pitch-black locks fall against her waist as she slowly shakes her head. “Honestly…” Another disappointed grumble leaves her lips. Then Sarah sits down at the table opposite Zack. Despite being mother and child, Sarah was the same height as Zack. Both are around five feet and seven inches, though Sarah wears her heels to add a few extra inches. Sitting down they both were at eye level. Sarah thought herself a good mom, but clearly, she was not stern enough. Clearing her throat, she keeps her eyes locked on her son and makes sure she is heard. “Young man. I will not keep tolerating this behavior. You’ll need to be punished for this. I’ve given you so many freedoms because I thought I could trust you to handle those freedoms.” She lets out another long-disappointed sigh. “Clearly you need a stern hand instead.”

What was a teenager supposed to do with a scolding mother? Zack shifts awkwardly in his seat listening to her. Sarah wondered if he understood his situation. “U-um…” He stutters over his words and twiddles his thumbs. Usually, Zack was quiet so Sarah could barely believe the bully sightings but the videos she saw could not be refuted. Her son was supposed to be her handsome man! What reason could he have to act out, lack of a father? Sarah knew Zack’s common brown eyes could be off-putting, and the buzz cut showing off his few brown hairs was pretty plain. Average usually was good to have through school, more so for males. Sarah could just not understand the acting up. Still, despite her confusion, she waits to hear her boy speak up. She already had the punishment planned in her head, but one of the perks of being a parent was making your child squirm a little to make them learn from their mistake. “Okay so.” There it was, the usual line from a teenager. Sarah sighs softly waiting. Her son’s voice mumbles and mutters on itself but he manages to keep talking in that just hit puberty voice. “Those guys were just picking fights!” He raised his voice right away of course. “It’s not my fault they were so weak. I didn’t think they’d start crying just cause I punched back!” Then he places the blame on someone else instead of owning up to it. In some ways, Sarah was a little happy. Her quiet child could still be some cliché kid that gets scared and defensive fearing a little punishment. “So… yeah and stuff. I mean… they’re fine now. Not like I broke anything. A-and…” Oh? Sarah smiles softly, she was not sure if her son had it in him to admit to it. “All the other times I mean… kids make fun of me for not talking and it’s just frustrating is all… I just wanna say what’s important. Like what you do in the courtroom.”

Precious. Sarah does her best to hold back the urge to hug and pinch her son’s cheeks. That little brat was trying to talk her up after everything else he said? Sarah needed to teach him some better moves. That would come with age though, for now, the punishment was her main focus. She had something fun in mind too. Making sure she keeps her composure is her main task. Clearing her throat, she gives a soft smile and starts to speak again. “Really now?” Sarah coyly raises an eyebrow in sarcastic question. “Well I’m flattered, but that’s not going to help your punishment.” Sitting up in her seat Sarah places her hands against the table and leans in close teasingly keeping her grin. “A tech-savy mother is here to punish you. Hehe. Know what that means sweetie? Wifi password swapped, ethernet cables kept away, don’t worry I even hid away your game controller and put your phone on parent lock hehe~!” Zack’s face contorts in defeat. Sarah could even see them, a small crystal of a tear dribbling out of her son’s eye. She hit it right for sure. In today's world, the way to fight back against children is to simply keep learning about the latest tech. “Now now sweetie.” Sarah taunts maybe a little too happy but it would encourage her son to amuse her request. “Mommy is not so cruel as to stripe you of all privilege. This, however. Has gone on a long time. Your little fights.” Instantly Sarah’s voice changes back to her stern tone. “I have told you time and time again Zackary. Talk to me if you have problems. Try to solve a problem without violence. Find evidence before passing judgment. If someone is trying to hurt you tell an adult about it, and let yourself be the defender, not the aggressor. When defending block yourself and bring the people into the view of others so you have witnesses. You know school systems are terrible punishing the actual kids that are jerks.” Sarah sighs pressing her hand to her head. “I want you to be smart, but also I want you to be able to get help, and talk to me if you need me. So.” Clearing her throat Sarah stands up looking down at her fidgeting boy. “If you want your privileges back. You’re going to need to learn how to live with being uncomfortable. And instead of whining, or getting angry. Accept, adapt, and fight battles so you have absolute victory!” Sarah was maybe getting a bit into her speech considering the punishment she had in mind. The fun though, of not cutting to the chase right away; was watching her boy squirm more.

Zack twiddles his thumbs, for better or worse he knew his Mom was serious. When she said something she did it. Sarah made sure to engrave such thoughts though she never really wanted to punish her child; sadly it happens. Zack tentatively opens his mouth to say the magic words in his little whimpering voice. “What… what do you want me to do then?”

Clack

Sarah clacks her heel against the kitchen's tile floor. “You’ll wear a pair of my heels.” Zack is about to speak up so Sarah cuts him off. “Not a word either! If you want your freedom back you’ll do as I say, young man. You’re the one who’s made a mess. My punishment being just some dress-up? You’re getting off lucky. If you’re really worried about being embarrassed; I guess I’ll see you behaving yourself quickly, won’t I? Less you want me to dress you up in more of Mommy’s clothes.” Checkmate. Mother wins again, the look on Zack’s face said everything Sarah needed to know. “Now then.” Sarah makes her voice tone down the sternness. Walking out of the kitchen she quickly rummages through her shoe rack by the front door and walks back to the kitchen setting down a pair of heels in front of Zack. “You’re not fully grown but still a boy… these heels don’t fit me properly, too big, they should fit you fine. So. We’ll have you try these.” Zack was still in disbelief, and he also knew fighting things was just going to lead to more trouble. Instead, he picked silence, but Sarah takes that silence as a green light. Taking a knee by her son’s chair Sarah unlaces his sneakers and slides them off. “The socks don’t go very well but we’ll forgive that today since it’ll be practice.” Giggling to herself Sarah slides her son’s foot into a rosy red two-inch heel. It fits well enough, snug but not too tight, his foot was clearly bigger than Sarah’s own. She wastes no time putting on the second. “There we are. And don’t worry, the heels are only two inches tall so even my precious boy shouldn’t fall over in them.” Standing up she holds out her hand to  Zack and he reluctantly takes it standing up as well.

This was not some cliché story, Zack stands up just fine. His face frowns a little though, maybe he was expecting the comical losing balance and falling over gimmick? “Um…” His voice keeps to a nervous tone, quiet and soft eyes glancing around. “What now? I mean… I’m wearing them.” Sarah gives Zack a little nod and tugs him forward to walk. He takes one step carefully, and Sarah quietly corrects his posture and foot placement as he steps. He was in no threat of falling over but Sarah wanted to make sure he walked one foot in front of the other. Not that Zack needed etiquette training, but Sarah can have her fun. “Th-this just feels silly. I can’t believe you walk around like this…”

Sarah lets go of her son and proudly steps back nodding her head confidently. If she had a girl teaching them such things would surely be fun but this worked well enough. “Hehe. Well sweetie, walking in shoes of any kind is easy enough. Unless they’re ridiculously tall. Don’t worry though the five-inch stilettos wouldn’t fit you.” Sarah giggles into her hand and turns herself around. “Anyway, I’ll be taking your sneakers then. It’s getting late, so study, get ready for bed, and walk around in those heels some more if you like. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.” Leaving her son dumbfounded Sarah walks away to her room. The house they live in is a simple one, the home has two bedrooms on the first floor and two on the second. Then a basement which is usually just for laundry and of course has a water heater and heater for winter time. The first floor has a kitchen and living room also but the second floor is mostly unused and currently just storage. Sarah makes it to her room and locks the door behind her. Her room is decorated with a queen-sized bed, and vanity off in the corner. She has a dresser as well for clothes but she does not exactly dress her room up pretty. Her hobbies could be shown off in the living room if she needed to. Now was the time to think to herself and get some rest but her mind could not help but wonder. Meaning it was time to use the bathroom in her room, the perks of the master bedroom. “(I can’t help but be a little curious…)” Thoughts begin to prattle on in Sarah’s brain.  “(When was the last time I had the chance to wear actual sneakers?)” Slipping her heels off Sarah sits at the edge of her bed and slips the sneakers on her feet. It seemed a little silly since she was still in her pencil skirt but she had seen some younger workers wear such things when their feet got sore. The sneakers in this case of course do not fit properly. She could tell if she stood up and tried walking in them she would need to curl her toes and balance the shoes so they did not slip off at the ankle. “(Well my little guy is becoming an adult slowly but surely… Enough thoughts; I should shower.)”

Stretch

It was odd, but the sneakers on Sarah’s feet felt a bit tighter than just moments before. Taking the sneakers off she sighs and shrugs and starts to underdress heading right into the shower. Lather, rinse repeat, her hair is tended to properly and her body washed of dirt. Stepping out light steam fumes off her body and she wraps herself in a towel making sure to let her hair air dry. “Hm?” Everything would be normal with that but looking at her feet Sarah notices the strangest thing. “Are… are my feet bigger?” sitting down on her cushioned toilet seat Sarah reaches a hand down and glides her fingertips across the skin. It was a bit rougher, as well as, larger. “N-no way…” The words stumble out of her lips, she was not one to talk to herself but what else could she do? “That Witch… I worked for her on that case… she thanked me.” Pausing for a few moments Sarah looks at her palms. “She… she said she had no money but I didn’t mind since I knew she wasn’t guilty. A charity case is good for my head now and again… but what was it. A charm, a charm to become a closer family. That was what she said. Those strange words after…” Magic is not real. Sarah wanted to believe that. Though her feet did change. In her line of work, she tried to be mindful to not be drugged. Though she never heard of a drug that made her feet bigger. “It wasn’t because of Zack’s clothes was it?”

Urrt

The door creeks open, the lights off beside the night lights in the house. Sarah had to find out, her whole job was about finding things out, being given a mystery and no conclusion was a no. Going to the basement Sarah walks barefoot in just her towel over to the washing and drying machines. Opening up the dryer she smirks seeing the clean clothes Zack left; she had told him to pick them up and fold them the day before. “(For once I’m not mad…)” Grabbing one of Zack’s flannel button-up shirts Sarah lets her towel drop. “May as well try it…” slipping it on, buttoning it up she was now in just a flannel in a basement. “Ahah… you know if anyone was watching me… like that witch. I bet this would look like I was some damsel in a horror movie right about now.” Sarah carefully peers over her shoulder just to confirm no slasher was behind her. “Okay… okay, I really am talking to myself too much… what do I expect? How long does it—” A thought clicks into Sarah’s mind a soft smile parting her lips. “He wore my shoes, then I wore his… does that mean? Hehe, I guess I can try it out. I’ll just get something basic so he won’t notice…” Running back upstairs Sarah hurries back into her room and dives into her dresser drawer. Within seconds she pulls out a simple grey shirt she used for her yoga; when she had the time to do it. “Yes!” Walking out of her room again she then knocks on Zack’s door. “Zack. Come on, I did not hear any water when I went to the kitchen. Get yourself to the bathroom and shower. I already laid out some clothes for you.” Zack grumbles from the other side, meaning Sarah had a few minutes. Going to the bathroom beside the kitchen Sarah sets out a towel for Zack along with her shirt. Just to add to things she throws in a black pair of her boy short panties. He probably would just think she changed the fabric softener anyway. Everything is set, Sarah walks back out of the bathroom, and waits by the side of Zack’s door. “Come on Mr. I know teenagers your age think it’s cool to not shower but it really isn’t.” With that Zack finally gets up and swings open his door. A few more grumbles he raises an eyebrow at his Mom wearing his shirt but does not question it. The door to the bathroom then swings shut and Sarah slinks herself into Zack’s room. Right away she notes the pair of heels by the bedside. “Heh, I wonder if his feet actually changed… ah I feel like I’m acting like a thief or some villain right now.” Despite her words, Sarah goes to Zack’s drawers and takes a pair of his boxers. Without a moment to spare she pulls the grey boxers up her legs and lets the waistband snap against her side. “(Comfy enough I guess but the fabric is rather hm, boring.)” Walking back to her room Sarah fluffs out her hair a few times and carefully lays down on her bed letting her hair hang off to keep drying. “Now, I wait and see if that Witch really has magic...”

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Sarah counts the seconds as the clock ticks by. Even if she kept up to date on technology tradition clocks had their charm. Minutes pass by and Sarah’s hair slowly dries out. At this time she was guessing her son was probably asleep in some of her clothes without even considering they were hers. That or he assumed it was part of the punishment. For better or worse when an adult was a bit stern with her boy he was a bit of a pushover. “Will anything—” Just about to speak Sarah is cut off by a pain in her breast. Grabbing at her chest her breasts felt a bit smaller. Quickly Sarah stands up in disbelief her hands opening up the flannel in a rush. “No way, no way this…” Hanging the flannel shirt open Sarah stares at her breasts. Before her eyes, the soft mounds subtly decrease in size. Nice and slowly they sink into her body but instead of leaving an indent against her chest her nipples change shape and her chest presses out a bit like a male’s upper torso. The process was not that painful but it was uncomfortable, more so watching the process unfold. The oddity of the situation aside, Sarah smiles at the mirror brushing her hand against her flat chest. Her shoulders begin to lift a little becoming broader. With her current appearance, someone may think she had gained a bit of muscle. “Hehe… well, well.” A realistic reaction would be to freak out, Sarah was anxious she could admit that. Knowing magic was real however filled her with a sense of wonder she had not felt in years. “Magic… magic is real. Can I learn magic? Is this magic some curse? She called it a charm… How long does it last?” Mumbling under her breath Sarah sits back down on her bed and winces her eyes in pain. “O-ow!” Shifting her thighs awkwardly she feels it. An unfamiliar bulge between her legs. “S-so even here too…?” Tugging at the waistband of the boxers she peers inside. Sarah is no longer a woman, chest gone, vagina gone. Some of his body is feminine but, he has a penis and balls between his legs and a flat chest with no signs of budding into breasts. “I really turned into a guy.” Sarah says the words aloud but they were not fully connecting with his brain. “Are me and Zack switching genders by doing this, or bodies… like what happens in movies?” Sarah pats at his hair and sighs softly. “I’ll sleep… make sure it isn’t a dream. I suppose Zack will be waking me up soon if it happened to him too.” Pulling his covers aside Sarah tucks into bed and drifts off to sleep.

“Wh-what the hell is this?!”

The pounding of footsteps, a door swinging open, and hands shaking him awake. Zack noticed the new surprise. Sarah’s eyes blink awake and look at his new son. Pressing against the shirt Zack has on is a pair of breasts. Zack has a hand between her legs as well telling Sarah what he needed to know. That and to further prove it was not a dream; Sarah could feel his underwear had tented under his covers. Did just switching genders really need to give him perverted dreams? Genders aside Zack’s voice was still the same as ever, parts of her were the same as before just like Sarah experienced. “Mom!” Her voice whines a bit, cracks a bit still. She was confused and Sarah could not blame her. “I… I don’t know what this is but look at me! D-down there, and right here. I’m a girl right now! I don’t get this at all! I-I-I—”

Sarah presses his hand to his fake son's lips and slowly slips himself out of bed standing up. For a moment he blushes realizing he still had an issue. Ignoring it was best though. For now, Sarah shifts his legs to make sure Zack did not get an awkward sight. Making sure to be calm was the important part, or Zack would just freak out more. “It’s okay.” With a long sigh leaving his lips Sarah grabs Zack’s wrist and guides her hand to his chest. “Here!”

Zack’s hand slaps against a flat firm chest, male. She raises an eyebrow surprised but squeezes at the flat chest to confirm. Sarah does not even flinch from it. “You’re… you’re a male? You’re a guy? Why did you become a guy Mom?! Th-th—”

Before having her freak out again Sarah sighs once more and covers his fake son’s mouth. While falling asleep last night Sarah was considering what to come up with to tell Zack. The magic proved to be real, so Sarah had to say something to take control. The twisted truth seemed to be the best way till he could figure out more, assuming the witch was still around and he could get her to undo this. “Magic is real Zackary. Believe it or not, you’re seeing it with your own eyes, this isn’t a dream. You can feel the things around you.” With Sarah’s hand still covering Zack’s mouth, the poor girl simply nods trying to follow the conversation. “I helped a Witch some time ago, and she gave me some of her power. At first, I did not believe it would work… but it does. Right now, we’re going to swap bodies. You’ll look like me. I. You.” What would life be like as a fourteen-year-old boy? Zack was simply doing summer school so Sarah taking the lead meant he had plenty of time to enjoy himself without worry. What adult wouldn’t be a little curious? “Seeing your bad behavior. Taking your time to play the part of Mommy seemed like the best idea. Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to help you… But.” Sarah leans in close to Zack, time for a nice little white lie. Though she had no clue if it was true or not herself. “You’ll be the new Sarah, I’ll be the new Zack… and we’ll stay this way unless you learn properly.”

Her eyes peer down then back up. As Sarah lifts his hand off Zack’s mouth no sound comes out. He expected her to whine more. Instead, she shifts in place and looks down speaking softly. “Fine. Then… let's finish the transformation already. What do I have to do?”

Zack probably did not want to look like a fourteen-year-old boy's head with the torso of an adult female. Sarah smiles at her obedience anyway. It seemed Zack regretted her actions and was willing to repent even if in a weird magical way. Clearing his throat Sarah points at the vanity table. “Sit your butt there Miss. Hehe, I’ll get what you need. You need to get dressed properly. Then we’ll be set.” Or at least Sarah assumed that would finish the changes.

Sadly just sitting down was not all Zack had to do. Sarah makes her stand, sit again, lift her arms, and lower them back. A whole outfit had to be put on so Zack was not getting through the process easily. Sarah starts the process by helping Zack get undressed. Not having a bra she needed one. Sarah had no real reason to hold back either so he gets out a cute leopard print bra and panties to match. Zack of course whines now and again. Sarah’s words however were stronger, she knew that if she did not behave it would just get worse. This became a lovely time for Sarah; getting his dress-up doll. Underwear on Sarah helps Zack get a garter belt. Then comes the thigh-high nylon socks. Nice and smooth to the touch the fabric is clipped onto the garter belt. “Is-isn’t this a little much?” Zack’s words come out softer than before. Sarah and Zack used to sound a bit similar before puberty hit, it was like it was reversing in real-time now. Sarah is a lawyer; Zack was changing to be like her mom. Voice and all it seemed; so Zack had to look the part of a professional. Sarah helps get a pencil skirt around her waist. The skirt is a solid black and falls just to the knee. Then comes a blouse over it. This is a darker blue, Zack at first tries the buttons but messes them up since they are on the opposite side. Instead, Sarah does them and makes sure to leave a few at the top open to show a glimpse of the bra. Tucking the shirt into the skirt the basic outfit is ready. Sarah however did not finish everything. “N-ngh… I feel all weird…” Zack's mumbles are correct, Sarah felt odd too. Their bodies were both changing more again. Sarah looks at his legs and watches them get a tad bigger. The muscle was changing, and he could see his body hairs darken more like a boy. That did not stop Sarah. He gets right to work on applying some light makeup next. He figured if anything it would help change Zack’s face. A bit of eyeliner, mascara, a little blush, and a nice matted coat of red around the lips. Darker colors and a lighter red did well to attract attention to the face. Sarah was a rather intimidating lawyer too, the sharp green eyes that would strike fear into others now look back at him. The makeup did the trick, Zack’s face looked just like Sarah’s. Touching a hand to his face, Sarah could tell his changed to mimic Zack’s. “A-ah… you… we really do look like we swapped now what the heck?”

Zack being awe-struck was expected. Sarah though was still not done. With the face changes, Zack now had pierced ears without even having to deal with the prick. Taking advantage of this Sarah puts some earrings on Zack, simple chained dangling gold earrings. Not real gold but in terms of style, they looked nice. Sarah could say Zack was fully dressed, but ending it there would be far too simple. “Just a little more.” Sarah laughs under his breath noticing his voice now mimicking Zack’s original. “Guess I didn’t have to change as many things… suppose makes sense for a guy.” Cracking his knuckles Sarah grabs at Zack’s hair and gives it a few tugs. With just the tugs the hair begins to turn a dark black and gets longer with each tug. Sarah lets another giggle pass his lips almost laughing again since his son's voice is the one making the sounds. “Almost… there.” Seeing the hair reach the proper length Sarah barely notices his hair falling out and turning brown. “Now we just…” Grabbing a black hair tie Sarah pulls the hair up into a high ponytail and twists the band a few times to make sure it stays in place. “There. Now just shoes.” Standing up from his work Sarah wipes sweat from his brow and runs out of the room quickly coming back with a black pair of pointed-tip stiletto heels. The five-inch high ones she had joked about the day before. “Here you are, Miss.” With a final grin, Sarah slips both shoes onto Zack’s feet and takes a few steps back looking at the work proudly. “Lovely! You look just like me now when I have to go against some rich dimwit hehe.”

Zack’s eyes twitch; hearing her old voice saying such things is just weird. As she sighs though, her mother's voice comes from her lips now. “I sound… I sound just like you. I’m even wearing your stuff… Do… Do you really wear these heel—things?!”

Sarah laughs just watching Zack attempt to stand. “Yup.” With a scoff, Sarah offers out his hand. “They’re hard for even me to walk In sometimes though… it takes practice to get your balance right. More so if you want to walk… in the sexy, lady-like way.”

Zack sighs and shakily tries to take a step forward. “I-I—” Her foot presses into the carpet successfully but Zack’s foot wobbles, her ankle unsure how to properly position. “I don’t get why you need to look, sexy or ladylike… can’t you just wear whatever shoes you want? Even if you know how to walk, in these things, aren’t they uncomfortable after a while? It’s hurting my heel just wearing them for a minute!”

A soft smile parts Sarah’s lips his voice calm. “They do hurt. Not something anyone should have to wear so often. Some are cute sure, but smaller heels are still cute… wedges hurt the foot even less. But people place all sorts of expectations on women.” Reaching his hand out Sarah pats Zack’s back a few times. “You can get mad at others. But I really do think living life as a girl for a little bit will help you learn some respect and restraint. Hehe, who knows, you may like it. Don’t worry either. I’ll help you with my work.”

Still shaky in the legs Zack’s voice falls into a deeper whine. “Moooom aaaah this is all so weird! I hope I just learn whatever you want me to quickly!”

One Week later

Sarah now goes by Zeek. A smart fourteen-year-old boy enjoying the rest of his summer vacation. Zack now goes by Sara. A simple way to tell them apart while fooling the people around them. Unlike Zeek Sara was left with work to do. Luckily Zeek has been helping. The firm Sarah created did not always need the boss. Sarah however did tend to handle big cases. No large ones were in sight for the first week but they were coming. Zeek oddly enough still had more free time than he used to. Just teaching Sara how to handle things was barely any work. He was getting to enjoy being a lazy teenage boy playing video games without having to worry constantly. Still, he was looking for that Witch on his own time just to see how he could set things right. For now, though, Sara was at least getting used to skirts and wearing heels. It seemed like Zeek had no reason to rush his search.

One Month Later

Zeek found the Witch. Though their appearance was different than before. The pretty young thing now looked old and withered. When questioning magic the Witch muses at Zeek. Apparently, she could hear the words spoken that long month ago. Others could learn magic. The body exchange spell could be undone, magic could be learned any. Every spell though has conditions. Zeek focuses on relaxing, being lazy, and studying magic. Sara focuses on being a boss, being a woman. Studying, dressing correctly, and having the right posture. Zeek was unsure if the spell helped Sara behave, or maybe Sara was just fitting into the motherly role by emulating Sarah?

One year later

“The spells done. It’ll activate as soon as the light flashes.” Zeek gives Sara a smiley grin as he tugs at some light hairs on his lip. “Boy, magic is pretty interesting to learn… hehe, I don’t think I ever would have gotten the chance if we didn’t swap.”

Sara twiddles her thumbs, hands resting In her lap. “Yes.” Her voice comes out soothing her eyes carefully looking at the paper. “A lot happened in that time… I still can’t believe I won that first case by just staring at that guy as you suggested.”

Chuckling Zeek gives Sara a few pats on the back. “No problem. You did great Mom! Haha, everything I built, you were able to use correctly and learn some new things yourself. Reputation does a lot.”

Brushing some hair behind her ear Sara hides a light blush across her cheeks. “R-right. I guess I should call you mom again though right?”

Zeek gives another faint smile and snaps his fingers. “Yea—”

WHOOOSH

The light shines, then fades. Zeek and Sara look at one another and start to laugh. The spell book's page flaps ever so softly in the wind, the exchange spells condition reads; willing.