Anne could not believe how flawless her new body was. She was a witch who often used magic to switch bodies with her children, but her daughter was a failure who used drugs. Her husband was nonexistent. Anne's only possible future was to become her granddaughter, Lindsay, but she was much too young until recently. But when she stretched out on the couch in the living room and felt Lindsay's perfect curves, she knew the wait was worth it.
As she moaned quietly in the living room, waves of desire went through her. She was so loud that she woke up Lindsay in the other room, who was clearly freaking out about what had happened. Anne got up from the couch and smiled as she walked into her bedroom, where Lindsay was crying on the floor. Anne smiled at her granddaughter. "Sorry, I must've woken you up, 'Anne.' Don't move too much. It'll make the potion hurt more." Still dripping from her old body's mouth was a green liquid, but the potion's effects had messed up her granddaughter's new body. Lindsay wasn't able to speak coherently. Soon, she would not remember anything at all, and Anne would be able to get away with the perfect crime. "I just needed to make sure that you wouldn't be able to somehow reverse this. You're a witch too, after all."
Lindsay watched in confusion and horror as her grandmother playfully swayed her hips. “I still can’t believe how perfect your body is.” the body thief said ominously while she cupped her breasts. “I couldn’t bear the thought of being your mother. Waiting for you really made a difference.” Just before she stepped over her granddaughter to go to the kitchen, Anne looked back at her granddaughter. “You enjoy yourself there. I have a boyfriend that I want to try out in a few hours. Maybe I’ll text him.” She stuck her tongue out and waltzed away. Starting life again as a 20-year-old again was going to be great.