This choice: "Actually, doc, give me a minute." • Go Back...Chapter #5"Actually, doc, give me a minute." by: Wassel   Although you were of course incredibly anxious to see your father... to see a friendly face that might somehow convince you that everything was going to be okay, the unfortunate reality was that you were inside his wife's body. Feeling uncomfortable enough been seen by the doctor like this. How then was it going to be actually facing your dad? How would he even react? Would he still see his eldest son, Tim Connors, or would he only see your mom? This thought unnerving you greatly.
"Actually, doc," you replied, "give me a minute." Needing a little time to get your head together before this actually happened. Having barely been awake fifteen minutes as it was.
"No problem," Dr. Saunders replied, completely understanding. "Take all the time you need." Pointing towards a little 'call' button beside the bed and telling you to press it when you were ready. Then he'd send him on in.
Thanking him, you watched as he turned and left. Closing the door behind him and again leaving you alone. Alone inside this strange new form. Though perhaps 'strange' wasn't exactly the best description, seeing how you'd been around it for the last 16 years of your life. Having never been away from your mother for like more than a week. Now though you'd never be apart. You were joined for life, which was a very eerie and surreal thought indeed. ...Yet comforting as well, in an odd sort of way. Despite her being gone, all you need do is look in a mirror and you would see her face. Kind of feeling like you needed to do that right now in fact. If only for moral support.
So, sliding back off the bed and trying not to pay any mind to the jiggling sensation that accompanied your movements, you headed back into the bathroom and were once more greeted by your mother's familiar face. Thinking to yourself, ...So weird, as you looked upon it. Aware that for the rest of your life this was what you were going to see. No more Tim Connors. According to everyone else he was dead and now there was only Jennifer. Letting out a deep sigh as you stared into her big green eyes and thought about the fact that you were actually going to have to pretend to be her. You were going to have to live her life. "This is some really heavy shit." Finding it rather strange to hear your mother curse.
What would she have said, you wondered. Would she have had any advice for what to do if her teenage son became trapped inside her body? You seriously doubted it, but you did remember instead something else she always told you, when things weren't going your way...
"Sometimes we just don't have any control over what happens to us, Tim. Just try and look on the bright side instead, okay? Be happy with what life gives you."
It having been a rather general statement that had been used for much more trivial things in the past, but never the less, the memory of her saying it to you did actually make you smile. Your mom having always known how to calm you down. She's right. This is one fucked up situation but it could be worse. Much worse. You could be dead right now instead of standing in a hospital bathroom, putting off talking to your father. And what was that other thing she always said as well... "Never look a gift horse in the mouth". I guess that applies here too.
"Okay..." you muttered, with your mother's soft, sweet voice. Feeling admittedly a little better about things now. "Guess I've got to at least try and comes to terms with this." No matter how perverse and disconcerting it might be, being in the very same body that had given birth to you, and that had carried you for the first nine months of your life, you had to face up to it. You had to take control and stop being frightened, no matter how off putting some aspects might be...
Starting with what lay below, you figured you'd have to face up to your new female body at some point. Taking another deep breath then and lowering your gaze down towards the two extremely prominent mounds pushing out from your green hospital gown you were wearing. Knowing full well what they were, but having trouble actually admitting it. Admitting that you were a woman now. You had a woman's body, and these... these things were your breasts. Jesus, you thought as you stared at them. They're so big! Having naturally never paid much notice to your mother's chest before, although it was kind of hard not to now. Being so big and heavy. Feeling them pulling at both your back and shoulders.
As a teenage boy, breasts were naturally one of your all time favorite things. The bigger the better. Not being able to count the amount hours you'd spent daydreaming about those very things. About seeing them... touching them... having them right there within your grasp. Now that they actually were there however, the very objects of your many fantasies, you were left completely overwhelmed. It not seeming right at all that you actually had your mother's boobs, nor the rest of her body. Needing to try and calm yourself again at the idea that they were going to be there... a part of you for the rest of your life.
You knew fine well what you had to do of course, as much as it scared you; you were going to have to take off the gown. This being the only way you were going to get past it, as daunting and inherently creepy an idea as that was. You were going to have to see you mother naked. You brain recoiling at the very thought.
You had to push past this however and did your best to solider on. Reaching down then when trembling fingers towards the hem of your gown. Telling yourself in an effort to work up the courage, Come on, Tim. You can do this. You can do this. Closing your eyes and in one quick motion, pulling the entire thing up over your head, leaving yourself nude.
For what seemed like the longest time you just stood there with your eyes tightly closed. Not wanting to open them. Not wanting to see. Having to remind yourself that It's just a body. You're body. You're going to be seeing a hell of a lot of it from now on. Finally opening them then and being naturally taken aback by the sight. Witnessing your mother staring nervously back at you in the mirror, as you looked upon, for the first time since you were an infant, her breasts. Her extremely large, matronly looking breasts.
Jesus! you couldn't help but gasp. Amazed at their size and incredible shape, despite the strangeness of it all. Starting high on your mother's chest with only a hint of natural sag. Being surprisingly perky and firm for being so large. Like a ripe pair of watermelons. Each one adorned by a very thick looking, dark pink nipple that was itself surrounded by a large prominent areola. There being no doubt in your mind that these were truly amazing looking breasts, the kind you spent many a night jerking off over, but still... that didn't negate the fact that they were your mom's. Feeling a strange mixture of both allure and repulsion. Which was confusing to say the least.
You continued on with your examination though as best you could. Having a task to complete. Tearing your attention away from those big, full womanly breasts and onto the belly beneath. Now possessing a remarkably small waist, and while not anywhere near a gut, your new stomach had a little softness to it. As apposed to your old one, which as a healthy teenage boy was perfectly flat. And beneath that... your view was unfortunately cut off. The reflection in the mirror ending there. Needing to look down directly to see any further and finding this to be a rather fruitless effort once you did. Your breasts being far too large. Completely obstructing your line of sight. Being unable to see even your feet.
Whoa... These things are huge! You thought as you stared at the vast pink mounds. Your curiosity quickly getting the better of you as you tentatively brought a finger up towards one and very gently prodded at it. Feeling the digit sink into the soft doughy flesh. The foreignness of it provoking yet another gasp. It being crazy to think that the first ever naked breast you'd actually ever gotten to touch was your mom's. Wondering what your girlfriend Allison would make of that...
Shit... Allison! you suddenly realized. Having not given any thought to her at all since waking up. The two of you having been together for almost four years now. Knowing each other inside and out... or at least you did. What would she make of you now that you were your own mom? ...if she even knew (having been in the car at least when it had crashed). Would she think you some kind of freak or would she be supportive? Having always been close to your family, especially your mom, who at times looked on her more like a daughter.
One thing was for sure, She's not gonna want to be with me anymore looking like this. Gazing back up towards the mirror and at your mother's saddened looking face. Perched as it was above those large female breasts. Being not only a woman but twenty-five years her senior, which made it all but impossible to continue any kind of relationship. Even if, in both your heads, you'd always pictured yourselves moving in together after college and getting married. There really being fat chance of that now.
Deeply troubled by this, by the thought of losing your girlfriend, you could continue your exploration no more. Scrambling for the hospital gown and hurriedly covering yourself back up. Really feeling like you could put it off no longer. You really did need to speak to your father now and find out what happening... what was going to happen. As well as, what Allison herself actually knew. Heading back out into your hospital room then and pressing the 'call' button next to the bed, just as Dr. Saunders had told you. Waiting on the bed again for your father to show up.
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