This choice: Your parents can see past your new body. • Go Back...Chapter #8Your parents can see past your new body. by: Wassel   For a moment, you weren't entirely sure which way it was going to go. Whether they were going to still recognize you as Tim, their son, or whether they would simply see Emily Summers, the woman you'd now become. Praying for the latter as you nervously stepped outside.
"Huh...Huh-hi," you awkwardly greeted the two of them. Cringing at the sound of your own voice.
Feeling instantly relieved when your mother thankfully replied, "Oh Tim... Thank God you're alright!" Rushing towards you without any sort of hesitation or discomfort and throwing her arms around you. Pulling you into her loving embrace. It being very strange admittedly to feel your boobs mashing up against hers, but you quickly ignored the sensation and gave her a great big hug back.
Joining in on the embrace, your father chipped in, "We were so worried about you, buddy." The three of you just standing there with your arms wrapped around each other for what felt like a good two minutes, before you at last, finally parted. Your mom wiping a tear from her eye as she did.
"How... How are you feeling?" she asked. Looking you up and down. Giving you her patented concerned but happy smile.
"As well as can be expected I guess," you shrugged. Rubbing a little nervously at your arm. Feeling incredibly self conscious standing in front of them like this. Being older than either of them, as well as slightly shorter too (having lost a good three of four inches at least). Not to mention you had all this excess hair all over your face, and your new boobs stuck out so far. Pressing as they were against your arm.
Sensing this, your mother told you to have a seat. Leading you back towards the bed and helping you get back in. Apologizing that things had to work out like this and that you'd ended up this way. Your parents quite clearly blaming themselves for what had happened. You knew fine well it wasn't their fault though. They had been put in an impossible life or death situation and had only wanted to save their son's life. Telling them as much as you awkwardly chuckled, "I mean, I might be a girl now. Brandi Summers' mom at that, but at least I'm still alive. It could have been a lot worse."
It certainly could have been. And you supposed, as terrifying as this situation was, it was far better than the alternative.
"So how's.... How's David and Tabitha doing?" you asked. Wanting to make sure that your siblings were okay and had come out of the crash unscathed as well. Seeing how your parents didn't appear to have a scratch on them.
It seemed that they had. Your father replying, "They're fine. They're both fine. We thought it best if they waited outside for now while we talked things over."
This causing you to let out a relieved sigh. "That's good." Asking them both then if they'd talked to Randall. Which apparently they had. Briefly. Your parents reiterating how strangely positive he'd seemed about it all. Just as you'd witnessed for yourself when he'd come to visit you. Your best friend feeling like this was the chance for a fresh start. A do-over if you will.
"And... And what he said about us actually having to pretend to be Brandi and Emily... Is... Is that true?"
The two of them looked uncomfortably at one another for a second, indicating that it was, before your father let out a sigh and took a seat next to your bed.
"It is," he told you. Proceeding to reiterate exactly what Randall had said. Telling you all about all the various legalities and the ramification that would occur if anyone found out about the procedure. This decision clearly weighing very heavily on him as well as he explained that they had no other choice but to agree. The two of them, as well as David and Tabitha having already signed the non-disclosure agreement that Randall's parents had. Preventing them from revealing the truth to anyone else.
Though you'd already heard most of this from Randall, hearing it come from them was equally as devastating. Still having no idea how you were actually meant to spend the rest of your life, not only in the body of a 44 year old woman you barely knew, but as the mother of your best friend. It being absolutely insane. Even with the apparent monetary compensation the doctors were going to give you. Feeling like you should be angry with them all for basically signing your life away without your consent. For forcing you to be Emily Summers. But you couldn't. As messed up as this whole thing was, you knew that none of it was their fault. They were only doing what they thought was best for you and were clearly torn up that any of this had to happen.
So, trying to remain on the positive side, like Randall had, you reminded yourself that at least this was, better than being locked in a cell somewhere and getting experimented on. Or even worse... Having your face plastered all over the TV and the Internet, and been looked upon like some kind of freak. Which you supposed you now were. Neither of these being things you wanted to experience. Plus, you did have your best friend right there with you, and he was in some ways right. It would be cool to live together. To no longer have to worry about school or grades, or anything like that. And... if your brief experience in the bathroom was anything to go by, I guess it's pretty sweet actually having tits. Having been wanting to get your hands on a pair for years.
Not that you actually said any of this to your parents, who were still doing their best to comfort you. Assuring you that they'd help you out at every turn. You and Randall both.
It was at this point then that Dr. Sunders suddenly appeared again. Having come to see how you were, as well as get you to sign the non-disclosure agreement your parents had just been telling you about. Which, faced with little other choice, you did. Noticing that even your handwriting had now changed as you sighed it. Not to mention that holding a pen with long, manicured fingernails felt a lot different than normal. Being yet another thing you were going to have to get used to now.
Once that was out of the way, Saunders informed you that both you and Randall should be fit and healthy enough to leave within the next few hours. Which obviously came as a huge relief to your parents, and to you. The only question was, where exactly would you be going? Back to your own house, or to Emily's instead? Putting this to the three of them and being told that it would be the latter. Due to the fact that it would look incredibly strange for Emily and her daughter to move into a house with people they didn't even really know. It making much more sense then that the two of you would move into Emily's house as fast as possible. The doctors having managed to keep the news of the two women being brought into the hospital hidden from their family and friends, but it wouldn't take long at all for them to start getting suspicious. Having been in here for nearly two days already.
"Though..." your mother told you, "...that doesn't mean we can't make a brief stop to pick up some of your things first." Which was good news you supposed.
With that decided then (again having not much in the way of a say in the matter), Dr. Saunders left and your dad brought in David and Tabitha. The two of them clearly finding this whole thing just as weird as you did. Happy to see that you were alive of course, but obviously finding it a lot more difficult than your parents did to see their older brother beneath this strange, middle aged woman's face. Your mother assuring you that they would just need some time to adjust.
About an hour or so later then, after the five of you had all had a chance to talk through everything, your mother presented you with some clothes. Mrs. Summers' clothes. Informing you that you would have to put them on. Needing to wear something if you were going to leave the hospital, and unfortunately this was all they had. Having not had any time to pick anything up from home, much to your chagrin.
And so they all left you then to get changed while your mother went to give Brandi's clothes to Randall. Seeing how his own parents were long gone. Wanting nothing to do with the "abomination" that was "not in any way our son"(as Mrs. Davis had put it). Being extremely glad that your parents hadn't reacted the same way. Mind you, Randall's parents had always been assholes. His bitch of a step-mom especially.
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