Young Andy loved his mum more than anything. He idolised her in fact. This of course is not unusual for an eleven year old boy. What was unusual for him was his other love, her shoes. He would day dream he could wear all his mum's nice shoes and even did so from time to time, although they never fitted. His mum had also allowed him to enjoy this activity, much to his dad's annoyance.

Every night before bed Andy would say his prayers and pray for mummy and daddy and the usual things. He also put in a special request to be able to wear his mum's shoes one day.

One night after he went to bed Andy woke up, it was very very late, his little clock by his bed said 11:56pm. What woke him was the fact he hadn't said his prayers. Before he started them, he had an idea.

With much courage in the darkness, Andy crept to his parents room and picked up his mum's shoes that she'd worn that day and took them back to his room. Snuggling back in bed Andy stared at his mum's shoes and prayed for a chance to wear her them. A flash of light and Andy felt different, and he was! Looking down at himself he was now exactly like his mum. He had her hair and her boobies and when he whispered his name he had her sweet voice. Andy looked down to the pink pumps by his bed and patted them in thanks. His wish had come true and when he woke he'd be able to wear her shoes, because he was exactly the same as his mum now.

Andy woke to shouts and arguing, he got out of his bed so proud to show his mum he was just like her now. He went to where he heard his dad, who sounded a bit angry. When he got to his mum and dads' bedroom he got a shock that stopped him in his tracks. He saw his dad standing, almost dressed for work and reading the riot act to a boy just like him, in his parent's bed. The boy was him though! And he was crying and complaining to Andy's dad. Andy couldn't understand the boy because he was sobbing so much as he spoke. Andy didn't know what to say but walked into the bedroom anyway. His dad looked at him saying 'finally' in an exasperated voice. The boy in the bed stopped crying but just sat and stared at Andy. Andy just said 'what' in his mum's voice.

"I'll tell you what Pamela, our son here is confused. He thinks he's you. You have coddled him so much he actually thinks he's become you. Now he needs to get out of bed and get ready for school before I spank his backside. I don't mind him sleeping with us sometimes dear but did you have go and sleep in his bed, surely there is enough room here?"

"But da.. well um, I'm sorry about that," a confused Andy answered.

"Never mind I don't have time for this now Pam, we'll sort his out tonight." Richard Symonds said as he fixed his tie.

"Richard, I promise, it's me Pamela in here," the boy on the bed squealed.

"That's it young man, I'm going to be late, but I'm also going to sort this out, now!"

"Please leave him?" Andy begged his dad while still not knowing what he should call him.

"Sorry Pam, this has to be done." Richard replied.

Andy watched in horror as his dad went to his old body. Andy had worked out now his mum must be the boy like him in the bed. His dad took the boy's hand and half dragged him from under the covers as he sat down on the bed. With a deft movement Richard flipped the boy over on his lap and dragged his pyjama bottoms down to his knees. As the boy pleaded with Andy's dad not to do this. Richard proceeded to spank him across the bottom, about ten good swats and the boy was crying and his backside was going red. Richard asked the boy who he was, and the boy whimpered through his sobs he was Pamela Symonds and begged not to be spanked again. Andy watched in horror as his dad gave the boy another dozen slaps before standing him up and telling him to get dressed for school, unless he wanted another lot. The boy just scurried from the room sobbing. Andy was about to go after his mum, but his dad stopped him.

"Pamela, please, leave him be. That was painful enough for me to have to do, but he has to grow up a little, eleven year old boys don't go around claiming to be their mothers and they don't, wander around the house in their mother's shoes!"

"Yes Richard" Andy replied like he was the one being told off.

"Ok, well I'm going to stay home to take Andy to school this morning. I will try and talk to him in the car and explain he is a big boy now, and if he keeps acting like a little boy other kids might tease him."

"Yes Richard"

"Are you ok dear, you sound a bit off. I know you love him to death but that had to be done. He will be fine, you'll see."

"Whatever you say.. dear," Andy answered unsure of the right way to speak to his dad now.

He didn't want to tell his dad he was Andy because he knew what those spankings felt like and there was no way he wanted one now.

"Alright then, you get dressed and I'll fix the breakfast," Richard said as he headed from the bedroom to the kitchen.

Andy was alone with his thoughts in his parents bedroom. Get dressed his dad said, does that mean I have to wear my mum's clothes he pondered before realising he had no choice being this new shape. Andy tried to think about how his mum dressed and went to her dresser, he pulled out a bra and then he found some panties that were the same colour and had the same pattern on them. He headed into the en suite of the bedroom and ran a shower. He slipped under the hot water and quickly washed himself, almost with his eyes closed. He didn't wash his hair as he was reminded of his mum always complaining how difficult it was to manage when it was wet. Once he was dry he put the panties on and then used the technique his mum used to get her bra's on. He clipped it while the back was at the front then slid it around so he could get his boobs into the cup thing's. He grabbed a lipstick on the basin and rubbed it on his lips. He wasn't sure what else to do so he went back into the bedroom and looked for more clothes. He saw the waist thingy and the black stockings laying over a chair. He got the waist bit on and had to sit down to put the stockings on and get them attached to the straps. He saw one of his favourite pairs of his mum's shoes, a red pair with high heels.

After a while Andy's thoughts turned to his mum, who seemed to be him now. What had he done? How did he do it? Could he change things back? Did he want to stop being able to wear her shoes?