This choice: When Randall leaves, you take the initiave to look at your body. • Go Back...Chapter #7When Randall leaves, you take the initiave to l... by: Unknown Not soon after Randall leaves the room to "check up on his sweet new body". He told you with that familiar grin on his face. You just waved at him as he left the room. Now you were here all alone, stuck in this old body. Even worse was the fact that your mother, or your real mother now, was a few year younger than you were, her oldest son. How messed up was this thing?
"Man I need to do something." You tell yourself. You can't just wait this whole time in your bed when the whole world has turned around. You need to have some action. Perhaps getting yourself a glass of water from the bathroom, yeah that would be okay. You can feel your throat a little burning from all that talking. At the other end of the room you can see a door, possibly the bathroom. You pull yourself up from the hospital bed and jump on the ground. That however wasn't the wisest course of action as you felt your legs wobble and only through your quick thinking you didn't manage to fall. Stupid of yourself Tim, the doctors just transplanted part of your brain to this body, of course your muscles have to adjust themselves.
Knowing your weakness you try to stand up carefully now, holding onto the railing of the bed. At first you feel your knees still wobbly but after a minute the wobbliness slowly disappears. Baby steps, Tim, baby steps. You remind yourself as you make your way to the bathroom. You try not to think too much about your movements as you experience other sensations. You can feel your feet are smaller than before making their way to the bathroom, you can feel your hips moving by themselves, not to mention the fact that you can feel your breasts jiggle with each step. You're happy when you reach the door to the bathroom and open it up.
You walk over to the sink and see a plastic cup. You pick it up and fill it with cold water. You put the cup to your lips and quickly drink the water. The burning feeling of your throat slowly subsides.
"That's much better." You say to yourself putting the cup down. It's at that moment you notice your voice, never giving it much attention when you were talking with Randall. But it sounds different from what you're used to, it sounds more feminine and sweeter. You then take a look at your reflection in the mirror.
You're staring for a minute blankly; what should you say when you're face to face with your new reflection? Should you be happy that you're still alive? Or sad about the fact that Mrs. Summers didn't make it? You don't really know what to think.
Man this is freaking weird. You tell yourself as you take a closer look at yourself. Someone certainly took care of you when you passed out, your hair didn't look as disheveled as before and your eyes weren't as red as before. You look actually pretty, well as pretty as a 44 year old woman could get. Mrs. Summers had a clearly charming face, with small blue eyes, pouty lips and a cute button nose. Her gaze looked surprised. To your surprise you notice Mrs. Summers doesn't have as much wrinkles as your mom has. You wonder if it's her natural beauty or perhaps something else.
You then also notice something else. Your chest. Mrs. Summers appears to be carrying some large breasts, or at least that's how they look like from the outside of the hospital gown you're wearing. You hesitate to touch them, but you realize they belong to you now. Your very own breasts, the first pair you will touch in your whole life. You gently grab hold of them. Noticing their weight you're surprised by how big they feel and springy as well, it feels like a cushion. It doesn't feel bad, not at all.
Perhaps this might not be so bad as I thought. You think as you continue holding your breasts up. You're wondering how they look underneath the gown when you suddenly hear a noise from outside the bathroom.
"Tim, are you there?" Your mother asks you.
Dammit, why now? You ask yourself as you let you go off your breasts. Just as when you were enjoying yourself. You quickly shake these thoughts off as you're about to meet your parents. You open the door and see your parents standing in front of your bed.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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