I couldn’t help but gasp when the saw the reflection of an older woman staring back at me from the mirror. Pushing myself up to a seated position, I brought a hand up to my face to determine if what I was seeing was real – I quickly realized it was when my hand bumped against a strand of long brown hair.
A glance downward revealed two things; that I had a decent pair of breasts on my chest now, and the clothes I’d been wearing earlier were in tatters on the floor. Standing up, as I’d seen women do in situations like this, I crossed my arms over my breasts and turned to my alt-family. The looks on their faces showed they were just as confused as I was – although, if I’m being honest, I could have done without my alternate self kept staring at my chest the way he was.
Gaining my composure, I looked at them and said, “Could someone please tell me what’s going on?” nervously, I said, “It’s bad enough that portal turned me into a girl; now I’m suddenly a grown woman?”
“I’m not sure what’s going on here, Eric; but I’ll get to the bottom of it.” Trying not to stare, Max said, “Why don’t you follow my wife upstairs for some clothes; I’ll see what I can find out.”
Natasha walked over, having grabbed a blanket from off the couch. As she wrapped it around me, she said, “Come on sweetie, I think I have some clothes that will fit.”
Despite my misgivings about what was to come, I followed Natasha upstairs to her bedroom. While she went to work rummaging through her closet, I stood in front of a mirror and got a closer look at myself.
The first difference that I noticed was that I was now taller than I had been before coming through the portal; if I had to guess, I was probably around 5’6.” I seemed to be an attractive looking woman – nice figure and decent breasts; I never really thought of older women like that, so I didn’t really have much to go on. My face resembled a mixture of both my parents, but seemed to lean more towards my Mom.
Turning away from the mirror, I sat down on the bed and looked at Natasha while she rummaged through her dresser – it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was looking for. “I’m sorry if my being here has inconvenienced your family, ma’am.”
“Don’t be silly, Eric; you’re not inconveniencing us. If anything we should be apologizing for pulling you through.” Turning around with a bra in hand, she said, “With all the discussions I’ve had with my husband about that portal, I never once imagined something like this would happen.”
I knew what she was referring to, but figured I’d ask anyway. “You mean that it would pull through an alternate version of your son; who then turned into a grown woman before your eyes?”
“Exactly.” Picking up the clothes she’d chosen, she gestured for me to follow her into the bathroom. “I never imagined having to dress a woman who was another version of my son.”
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It took about 20 minutes to me get dressed; I, of course, needed some help with the bra. The two of us talked the whole time; about my universe and family mostly, during which time she insisted that I call her Natasha instead of ma’am. Once we were finished, Natasha and I stood in front of the mirror; looking at our reflections. It was only at that moment that I realized just how similar we looked in appearance – to the point where we could have been mistaken for sisters.
Turning away from the mirror, I said, “I suppose we should go downstairs; your husband probably has some information for us.”
Grabbing a brush from a drawer, Natasha said, “In a minute, Eric; I want to work on your hair.”
“Okay.”
What started out as a simple brushing of my hair quickly turned into more; as Natasha decided to apply a light amount of makeup. Once she was finished, she turned me back towards the mirror and said, “What do you think?”
I was stunned, to say the least; the person staring back at me looked like a rather attractive looking woman. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Turning to Natasha, I said, “I...wow.”
“Sorry if I went overboard; I couldn’t resist seeing what you’d look like.”
After that, Natasha and I walked back downstairs; where I got shocked looks from everyone – especially Alt-Eric. It was hard enough for him to deal with having another version of himself in the house; but to see that version looking like a grown woman, that was too much for him. Without saying a word, he walked out of the room while Alt-Tonya looked at me and said, “You look great, Eric; I think that outfit looks perfect on you.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Seeing Alt-Dad walk into the room, I looked at him and said, “Did you find out anything?”
A surprised look appeared on his face when he saw me standing there; he hadn’t expected that. Looking at me, he said, “I ran some simulations; it seems that your journey through the portal caused your genetic makeup to fluctuate.” Pausing, he said, “Your appearance is going to alter every few days until it stabilizes; you could become younger or even older than you are now.”
That wasn’t the information I’d been hoping for. “Am I always going to be a girl in some form or another?”
“That’s what it seems like.” Looking at me, Alt-Dad said, “I’m going to try and find a way to make you male again, but I’m not hopeful. For now, I want to focus on returning you home.” indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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