This choice: You manage to stop him before he enters. • Go Back...Chapter #8You manage to stop him before he enters. by: enigma   "Wait!" you cried, dropping the garment and quickly rushing against the door. You could feel your breasts still jiggling wildly. It surprised you how much that hurt.
"Oh, uh, sorry, Tim!" your dad said sheepishly from the other side. You felt panicked. Previously, the idea of your dad accidentally walking in on you wouldn't have elicited such a reaction. Being in your mother's body, the prospect of anyone seeing you naked, especially your father, seemed beyond embarrassing. And awkward. It unsettled you to think that your dad was probably attracted to you now. You doubted he could help it. You looked just like his wife and the mother of his children. A cold chill ran up your spine when you considered what had happened between him and the body you currently resided in to get those children in the first place. You were glad you only had to pretend to be a wife in public...
Shaking off your mild disgust, you resumed the task of getting your breasts under control. You loathed the idea of having to wear a bra, but given what you'd experienced in your short dash to the door, you were too big to go without one. Picking it up off the floor, you examined the tag. Holy shit! you thought. Mom was an F cup... You never realized your mother was so well endowed, but then, you hadn't really been looking. You thought of some of the teachers at school, particularly your history teacher from last year. Looking down at the bulbous shape of your chest, you realized that you were almost as big as them.
You put on the straps and fit your breasts in the cups once more. Unfortunately, it seemed like you were back at square one trying to get the clasps to close. After another couple of minutes filled with failed attempts, your stomach sank when you realized that you needed help and there was only one person around to fill the need.
Taking a calming breath, you called, "Dad? Um... Don? Do you think you could help me for a moment?"
The door opened slowly. He was obviously a bit wary, given how you reacted last time. You couldn't blame him. Unfortunately, you were still relatively uncovered. An unfastened bra did little to hide your father's wandering eyes. You struggled to keep calm. "I can't seem to get this stupid thing fastened," you said, attempting to sound more frustrated, rather than embarrassed.
Averting his gaze finally, Don palmed the back of his neck, turning a little red. It was an odd sight. You'd never seen your dad act like this around anyone, let alone you. But I don't exactly look like me at the moment, you rationalized.
"Do you just want me to show you how to put it on? I've seen your mother do it more times than I can count," he offered, looking at the floor. This seemed to imply it would take more than just simply fastening the bra, but it was something that you needed to learn. You weren't keen on being bare breasted in front of him, but it seemed unavoidable.
"Alright..." you said slowly, trying to be brave.
"Well, first, you need to fasten the clips while the band is in front of you," he explained, removing the bra from you and then pulling the band around your back. You felt incredibly uncomfortable being so close to him. He's just trying to help, you explained to yourself, attempting to remain calm. As you watched him fasten the clips, the backs of his hands accidentally pressed up into the bottom portion of your breasts. Your eyes went wide.
"S-s-sorry, Tim," he stammered. His hands fumbled a bit as he finished. You had hoped that something that like that wouldn't happen. You imagined it would feel gross. However, the feel of someone else touching your breasts felt good. Really good. Much better than when you had cupped them yourself. As good as it felt, the source of the pleasure you experienced disturbed you. There was a bit of a dull ache in you could feel toward the front of your breasts. It actually reminded you of having an erection. My nipples! They had grown hard and were standing out proudly. You desperately hoped by some divine interference that your dad hadn't noticed. "Um, so you, um, just have to..." he trailed off. He was staring! You turned away and that seemingly snapped him out of his trance.
Clearing his throat, he continued, "Just um, turn it around now and slip the rest on. Should be good to go." He looked at you apologetically. "I'll just, uh, wait out here." Don quickly disappeared back out of the room. Alone again, you gave a moment of attention to your nipples. You could hardly believe you were feeling yourself up in your mom's body, but the need you felt was too foreign, too new to simply ignore. You gave each of your thick, swollen nipples a gentle squeeze. Your breath caught in your throat. A soft moan had nearly escaped your lips. You could scarcely believe that something as simple as a nipple squeeze could produce such a sensation. You tried not to think of who had started this scenario, instead turning your thoughts to some of your favorite girls.
Allison Lowry had been a crush of yours as long as you could remember. You were greatly relieved to find that imagining her in various states of dress and undress proved to be just as stimulating as it always had. You were glad that hadn't changed. It was depressing to think all possibility for you and Allison had dissipated. You were now a 40 year old mother of a former classmate. You doubted she swung that way. Regardless, it was a thought for another day. In many ways, having your hands on a pair of breasts, big ones at that, seemed to aid in your fantasy of getting your hands on hers. Gently tracing around an areola with your fingertips was sending shivers up your spine. You could feel your crotch twitch. The feeling there was very familiar, but it was strange missing the particular sensation of having pants constrain your erection. The arousal was concentrated, more powerful, and it seemed to radiate in tandem with the pleasure your nipple play was inducing.
You shifted your thoughts to your history teacher, Miss Card. A sweet, young, voluptuous teacher and easily your favorite. You and Randall had spent the last year constantly lost in sexual fantasy. She had some of the biggest breasts you'd ever seen, let alone in real life. The only downside you could see about not going to school at the moment was no more time to gaze on the object of your affection. You imagined running your hands over her incredible, ripe body. To feel those big, sensitive tits. As your arousal continued to build, you were starting to see a silver lining of having to lug around your newly acquired mammaries. It felt so good to touch them. Let alone have them touched... you thought. Just a little graze... How good would an actual squeeze have felt?
That thought stopped you dead in your tracks, your arousal slipping away like water down a drain. Allison and Miss Card had felt like fair game. The usual material in an unusual setting. Your mind drifting back to Don's, your dad's accidental contact with your breasts was unintended. It disturbed you. It was as if your mind had been going in one direction only to unceremoniously snap into another. It felt perverse, a statement you rehearsed over and over again. It felt convincing or helpful to do so. Perhaps if you said it enough, you could forget how much a part of you had relished in it.
You slipped your bra on completely and the tank top thereafter. You left your hospital gown on the floor. Your underwear being uncomfortably wet was all that remained of your first foray into female arousal. Returning to the room, you could see Don was as willing to pretend like nothing had happened as you were. You felt pity looking at your father. The two of you had been relatively close. He had lost a son and a wife and gained an amalgam of a person that was difficult to be comfortable around. A person difficult to see as a son and a wife he could no longer touch. Sadly, there was nothing to be done about it. He opened the door for you and you followed him down the corridors of the hospital.
You hadn't walked much just yet, a dash to the bathroom failing to suffice. Walking now felt awkward. In addition to the constant and rhythmic bouncing of your breasts with every step, you could feel the strange sensation of your wide hips swinging back and forth. You were overly conscious of large posterior swinging along. Real or imagined, you felt the eyes of everyone on you. You tried to straighten your stride, to walk normally. However, your body traitorously did not seem capable of walking any other way. Your efforts felt stiff and uncomfortable. You did not seem to be able to take more than a few steps without a telltale womanly swing of your hips creeping back in. Resolving to get out of the public eye as quick as possible, you kept your head down as you followed your dad out to the car.
He disabled the alarm and the two of you got inside. It was a comfort to be back in a familiar space, a feeling you hoped to experience more of back at home. Your father turned to you, something clearly on the tip of his tongue.
"Uh, I should probably give you this," he said, reaching into his shirt pocket. "It's just a band, but it helps, you know, um complete the picture." He held between his fingers a thin gold ring, a small diamond set into it. He gently placed it into your open hand. "Jenny liked to wear this one for day-to-day. She has a better one back home."
"Thanks, Don." You turned the ring over a few times. As the car headed toward home, you slowly slipped it onto your left ring finger. It fit perfectly. Of course it would... It was your mother's ring.
An uneventful and painfully silent car ride later, you arrive home to find...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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