You look at your... daughter. “Could you fetch a doctor for me? I have a few questions.” She smiles at you. “Sure MOM. There are some clothes on the chair for you.” You look at where she had gesture, seeing a set of feminine looking clothes on the back of a standard hospital issue chair. Becky then leaves the room, presumably to find a doctor. You take a deep breath, then remove the covers. You almost faint looking at your new body, so it was a good thing that you were already lying down.
You are in the body of an absolutely stacked redhead, looking weirdly young to have a 16 year old daughter. You get up, stumbling due to your new center of mass, and jiggle over to the chair, avoiding looking at your body for as long as possible. You hear faint voices from outside your room, so tush to put the clothes on, not noticing how naturally you did it. After finally squeezing your wide hips into the skirt, you look in the full height mirror ‘helpfully’ provided.
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