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1 mar 2026

Thanksgiving from Witch: A Family’s new roles (request)

 




"Once everything's set up, bring me the international sales documents." The blonde woman said.
"Yes, boss," the petite assistant said.
"Ugh," the older blonde woman sighed loudly and took care of the rest of the paperwork.
Not so long ago, I was actually this body son, Brendon Perry. However, after an incident on Thanksgiving Day, during an argument with parents about why my sister and I weren't planning on getting into any relationships, while our parents were already in a relationship in our age, things changed. A witch came to our house with some cookies and wanted to come in, but we were so busy with us that we wouldn't let her in, so she ended up putting a curse on us. We quickly realized something was wrong when my hair started growing blonde and my sister and I started aging, while my mother and father began to age regressing. And so I became my mother, Anita, and my sister, Chloe, became our father, Dale.  Having no other choice, we had to take on our parents' roles and their work. In the latter case, it turned out we were quite happy. My mother was a secretary for decades and never got promoted, while I focused entirely on her work. I significantly improved her image, and she got promotion after promotion, or rather, I got. My sister is currently a construction manager, while our father was mostly a ordinary construction worker. As for our relationship, we didn't have any sexual contact at all. First, it was disgusting, even though we were in our parents' bodies, mentally we were still siblings. Second, we were never interested in sex at all, and since college was pretty much out of the question, we decided to focus on what we had. Let our parents, or rather our "children," ruin their own lives. It's their business; I don't have time to deal with this family nonsense. Things have been pretty quiet around here since our parents moved to the next town and settled in a trailer park because we didn't allow them to indulge in their excesses.


Part2 
"Ever since that damn witch showed up on Thanksgiving Day, everything in our house has changed," I said to myself, inhaling the weed. My dear daughter body wasn't my used to it at first, which surprised me because I thought that all young people could smoke joints now, but I managed to adapt by then.
As a result of that curse, my marriage fell apart. Sure, my ex-wife and I were still mentally married. But physically, we were siblings, so that didn't get in the way. So we generally agreed that we'd focus on our own lives instead.  After we move out from our housw, She found a job in construction and is also hitting on the city's hotties. For now, though, luckilly she take precautions, unless something slips off. No bastards. Oh, and I forgot to add that in our new bodies, we're heterosexual. Now I prefer boys, and my ex-wife prefers girls.  Of course, we both put our kids' college education on hold; we didn't see the point before, and now we completely don't understand what going on there, so we focused on what's truly valuable. Of course, Chloe and Brendon weren't happy with our decision, but that's none of their business. Especially since my wife, my brother moved out from home town and moved to the small town next. Thought we could only afford a trailer in a trailer park, but still, we have our own space. It's tight, and our rooms are only divided by a rag, but it's our own. I found work at a local restaurant and earn enough not only to cover my own needs but also to buy weed, which I haven't smoked in decades. I also have time to find new boyfriends. Married to a wife who's admittedly sexy and amazing, but still, we haven't plan to get married for so many year but s since our first child was born, we must it, that how times were back there. It was so quick  that I haven't had the opportunity to have other flowers since then, although now I'm more of a flower, and the ones I'm looking for are stingers. I stopped counting a long time ago on how many boyfriends I have, since this witch change. And anyway, it doesn't matter.  I just finished work and I'm waiting Michael Well, and while waiting for him I'm smoking some weed and waiting calmly. Maybe our children/ parents decided to waste their youth on some necessary education, but we certainly won't do that.