This choice: When you wake up, your parents are there. • Go Back...Chapter #6When you wake up, your parents are there. by: Wassel   When you awoke again you found your parents waiting patiently by your side. The two of them looking incredibly relieved to see you. Your mother clutching tightly at your hand as she spoke. Tears welling up in her eyes as she explained how worried they'd been. Not that this took any of the weirdness away from the fact that you were now a 34 year old woman. And a porn star at that. Being unable to ignore (now that the drugs had worn off) the rather noticeable sensation of two heavy weights pressing against your chest, as well as the locks of dark red hair that kept falling across your face. Feeling incredibly self conscious and strange over the fact that your body was no longer your own. Your familiar feminine voice still surprising you every time you spoke. It being beyond surreal to hear that sexy, sultry voice you were much more used to listening to cursing and screaming while having sex actually coming out of your mouth. Especially while talking with your parents. It being incredibly awkward to say the least.
Not that it took long for the subject of your new form to come up. Both your mother and father apologizing that it had to happen like this but reiterating exactly what the doctors had said about it being "the only way". Assuring you that you'd all get through this together "as a family", no matter how difficult it might seem.
"But how?" you asked. "Look at me! I'm... I'm a woman. How am I supposed to do anything like this now? Go to school... Hang out with Randall..." Date Allison Lowry... Having had a crush on her for years. Very much doubting that she would swing this way now that you were a world famous female porn star almost 20 years her senior.
"Well, that's the thing, sweetheart," your mother replied, looking rather uncomfortable indeed. "The doctors thought it best coming from us..." Dropping the bombshell then that due to the experimental nature of the procedure, as well the risk involved, nobody else could ever know what had happened. There apparently being too many legal, ethical and moral implications that could not be simply overlooked. Not to mention the fact that you would be forever hounded by the media if word of this ever got out. All this meaning that you would all have to pretend that Tim Connors was dead and that you really were Crystal Minx... Or Jamie Haynes (as your parents kept referred to her as).
"WHAT?!" you shrieked. Not quite believing what you were hearing. "You... You can't be... That's insane! I can't just pretend to be this... this... woman! Do you know who she is? What she is?" Not entirely sure whether they knew or not. Though you imagined the absolutely enormous mounds pushing out from your hospital gown was kind of a give away.
It appeared that they did know. Your mother replying rather awkwardly as she cleared her throat. "Yes, the doctors informed us." It being a profession that she clearly frowned upon. "And while that was her choice that doesn't mean that has to be yours. You can make a fresh start with her body. Perhaps enroll in college or find some other job. One that doesn't involve any of that stuff."
"I know none of this is ideal, son", your father then pitched in, "but it really is the only way. Besides, it's just for show in front of other people. We'll still all know the truth."
While this may be true you still didn't like it. You didn't like the thought of having to pretend to be something you're not. To give up the last 16 years of your life and everything that entailed. Unfortunately, it didn't really seem like you had much of a choice and after talking this out for a good hour with your parents and the doctors, in the end you had to reluctantly agree. Signing the necessary paperwork to promise that you wouldn't reveal the truth to anyone. Being told that in return you'd be given a hefty sum in compensation. Not that you really cared about that right now. Not with everything else you still had to get your head around.
"There is just one more thing though," Dr. Kerry told you as he was getting ready to leave. "In order to perform the actual transplant procedure we needed to get permission both from your parents as well as someone who knew Ms. Haynes. Which just so happened to be her, uh... her agent. Mr. Ridge. He wanted to have a word with you when you awoke. Presumably to work out the various other aspects and such."
"Oh. Okay," you said. Not sure really how to respond to this. This being the first you'd heard of any agent.
"Don't worry, son," your father told you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure it's just a formality. And we'll be here with you."
"Thanks," you smiled. Doubting that you'd be able to face him alone.
Nodding at this, Dr. Kerry informed you that he'd call him to let him know you were awake. The two of them leaving you then, followed soon after by your parents. Though not before receiving a rather embarrassing and awkward offer from your mother to help you get used to your new feminine parts. Cringing at the very idea.
She was right though, as unpleasant a thought as it was you were going to have to get out of bed at some point and face up to your new body. A body that you couldn't count the number of times you'd jerked off to back home. Really hoping that her and your dad hadn't realized just how familiar with it you already were. It being mortifying enough as it was actually being a porn star now without them knowing that on top. A conversation about you porn habits being something you most definitely wanted to avoid.
Looking over at the small bathroom in the corner of the room then, you figured now was as good a time as any to get yourself acquainted (or should that be reacquainted?). Taking a deep breath as you pulled back the bed covers and were greeted by two exceptionally large mounds tenting out your hospital gown. It being truly bizarre to think that these were actually breasts. I have breasts. Feeling them jiggling slightly as you moved. A sensation that you were in no way prepared for. Trying to ignore this for now though, you continued on with your task, swinging your legs over the side of the bed (noting how smooth and hairless they were) and gently placed your feet onto the floor. Noting as you stood up just how top heavy you now were. Wobbling slightly due to this new equilibrium you now possessed. Regaining your balance after a moment, you pushed on towards the bathroom. Trying not to think about the distinct absence between your legs. The bouncing boobs being weird enough to cope with as it was without adding your new vagina to the mix. A vagina that'd probably had more dicks inside it than you could count.
Once inside the bathroom, you flicked on the light and turned to face the mirror. Being immediately confronted by the rather surreal image of Crystal Minx in a drab green hospital gown staring right back at you. Looking less like the confident, overtly sexual woman you were familiar with and more like a frightened little mouse. Almost as if she'd seen a ghost. Which in a way, you supposed she had. This is so weird... you gulped. Once again watching her mirror your every move. Feeling a strange sort of disconnect as she did. Unlike the last time you'd seen her reflection, she looked much less disheveled this time. Someone having clearly touched up your appearance while you were under. Your face... or rather, Crystal Minx's face, looking a little more like you were used to seeing it in her movies (minus all the makeup of course). Her hair having been cleaned and brushed. Her eyes no longer looked quite so red and puffy. In fact, the only real evidence of her head injury were the stitches on her forehead, which were mostly covered by her hair. Still, even at this, without all the makeup and the sexy outfits, you couldn't quite get over how beautiful she looked. How beautiful you looked. You were a babe! A babe you'd spent many a night fantasizing about. Imagining those full, succulent looking lips wrapped around your dick. Never imagining you'd actually possess them. That you'd possess any of this. Having literally become the woman of your dreams!
Jesus Christ, this is intense! ...I'm actually her. I'm actually Crystal Minx!
Reaching up with a trembling hand then to touch your now beautiful, mature and feminine face, you were amazed at how soft your skin was. Poking and prodding at it for a moment before your attention was quickly pulled southwards, towards the absolutely incredible porn star body that lay beneath your gown. Eager now, despite how strange this all way, to actually see the rest of it in the flesh...
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