This choice: Sofia Velazquez, 27 year old camgirl slut. • Go Back...Chapter #5Sofia Velazquez, 27 year old camgirl slut. by: Wassel   ...It was a woman. A woman you'd never seen before. Though you had seen many others that resembled her online. On the websites you weren't supposed to be visiting and had to sneak onto when nobody was around. The first thing that immediately struck you was her blonde hair. Currently braided into pigtails and much longer than Tabitha's own. It clearly not being her natural color as you could see the dark roots showing through. Intermingling with the blonde in a sort of two tone effect. As for her face, she was tanned, with impeccably shaped eyebrows, big, fake eyelashes, a dainty, sculpted nose and full, pouty lips. It being plain to see that even without any makeup on this was clearly the face of a bimbo. Which was a stark contrast from your little sister's innocent, baby face. Tabitha having not yet fully crossed into adolescence. Unlike this person laying before you. Who, even though clad in a drab green hospital gown and mostly hidden beneath the bed sheets, it was pretty obvious that her body matched her face. Appearing rather slender and in shape, with the noticeable exception of a mountainous chest. Being without a doubt one of the bustiest women you'd ever seen. Which added a whole new level of shock and confusion. The fact that this incredibly attractive, (clearly) surgically enhanced bimbo actually possessed Tabitha's brain. That they were now one and the same.
Gasping, "No way! That's... That's really her?!" Not wanting to believe it for a second.
Dr. Saunders informing you however that, "Yes. I'm afraid it is." Almost feeling like you were about faint as he did. It all being too much.
"Her name was Sofia. Sofia Velasquez. She's originally from Columbia but has been living here for almost a year and a half. Paramedics brought her in yesterday after she collapsed in the gym. It seems that she had an aneurysm in the middle of working out. Which sadly we were unable to do anything about."
This mention of working out drawing your attention back to her sleeping figure, and the ginormous chest that was slowly breathing in and out. Your eyes becoming somewhat lost in both her insanely pretty, almost barbie doll like face and those giant mounds. Tabitha having gone from being pretty much flat chested to smuggling two balloons beneath her top. Because that was what they looked like. So big... So round...
Shit! Snap out of it, Tim! you said to yourself. This is my sister now. I shouldn't be thinking like that! No matter how 'extreme' her attributes might be. Your concern should be solely focused on her well being and not the size of her tits.
Listening then as Dr. Kerry picked up from where Saunders had left off. Telling you, "Though unfortunate for Miss. Velasquez it was quite the opposite for us. Apart from the aneurysm, her body was in both perfect health and peak physical condition. Making her the idea candidate for the procedure. Really we couldn't have been more lucky if we tried." Pausing then as the elder doctor cleared his throat slightly. Indicating his belief that this wasn't entirely true...
"Well... perhaps not 'ideal', but she certainly was the best that was available at the time."
Getting the feeling that this was not only alluding to the difference in age (looking to be at least a decade older), but her appearance as well. Your initial comparison to woman on porn sites clearly not being all that far off. Which was weird as hell and not what you wanted a girl who'd only just entered her teenage years to be involved with. No matter your own fascination with porn. She was your little sister and it just wasn't right.
"But," he continued, "better she look like this than no longer be with us, hm?" It quickly becoming clear that Kerry's specialty lay in medical matters, not in tact.
Thank God Saunders was there. Being a bit more thoughtful when it came to dealing with all this.
"I know it's a shock right now and it will take time to adjust, but look at it this way, Tim," he said, placing a hand on your shoulder, "She's still the same Tabitha you knew, inside. It's just the outer packaging that has changed. It's as simple as that."
He was right of course. If everything they had said was true and she would wake up as the exact same Tabitha as before, then really there wasn't that much of a difference. Other than the aesthetic. You still loved her deeply and would do your best to support her no matter what, it was just... Well, it was just so damn weird, looking at this incredibly attractive, bimbofied babe and picturing your little sister inside. It definitely being something that was going to take a lot of getting used to.
"Well, ahum..." Kerry then coughed. "It's not quite as simple as that, Dr. Saunders..." Looking cryptically towards his colleague, who did not seem to appreciate this at all.
"Yes, Dr. Kerry. I was getting to that," Saunders replied through gritted teeth. Looking rather frustrated. It being obvious that there was something else they weren't telling you. Something big.
"What? What were you getting to?" you asked. Looking to them both. Again, neither man looking like he really wanted to answer.
Letting out a sigh and once again dropping to his knees in front of you, Saunders then explained as best he could that although the procedure had succeeded in saving Tabitha's life, it wasn't officially sanctioned by either the hospital or the medical board. Nor was it strictly legal. Kerry having apparently decided to go ahead with the transplant entirely off his own back. Nobody else in the entire hospital, apart from the two of them, having any idea that it had actually taken place. Which obviously left you curious to know what this meant going forward. For you and for your sister.
"We've already spoken to your parents about this, and we've all agreed, we're going to have to keep the entire thing a secret. The transplant, Tabitha being alive and Sofia being dead. Everything. Otherwise the consequences will be too high. We will both lose our jobs and quite possibly go to jail, and Tabitha will be hounded by the media for the rest of her life. She'll never get a moments piece. Never mind all the legal ramifications that will come with actually being inside someone else's body."
"You've... You've got to be kidding me?" you croaked. Not knowing whether to laugh at this or cry. This idea being simply preposterous. "How the hell are we supposed to do that?"
"I know it won't be easy," he replied, "at least not at first, but believe me, Tim when I say, it will be much easier in the long run. Tabitha will simply have to 'act' the part of Sofia in public. The rest of the time she can still be herself." Adding that, "You'll all be compensated of course. Just to make things a little easier."
Easier? You very much doubted anything would make this any easier. Especially not money. Basically being told that you were going to have to pretend like your sister was dead and that she was now someone else. It was insane! Muttering quietly, "I can't believe my parents actually agreed to this..."
"Well they did. They understand that it is in Tabitha's best interest to do so. No matter what misgiving they themselves might have." Imagining that her new physical form must have given them more than a moments pause as well. Being extremely curious to discover who exactly Sofia was.
That would have to wait of course. Right now you had to make your feelings known. Thinking it absolutely crazy that you were the only one who thought that this was a bad idea. Having no idea how the doctors and your parents could be okay with this. Despite everything they'd just told you and the fact that they'd all had a lot longer to let this information sink in, this was still your sister's future they were talking about here. Her life. And so far she'd had no say in it at all. Still being fast asleep with no idea that anything that even happened. That she was in someone else's body. Only imagining how much of a shock that was going to be when she finally woke up. Feeling incredibly protective of your younger sibling and wanting her to live a happy, normal life. Not whatever Sofia's was. Proceeding to tell the doctors as much and getting yourself quite riled up in the process.
Not knowing how to deal with this, the doctors admitted that they'd perhaps made a mistake discussing this with you so soon after you'd woken up. Telling you that "maybe it's best we let you talk it through with your parents first." Proceeding to wheel you away from your little sister and back into your own hospital room. Where you realized much too late that they had given you something to "help you to relax" after they helped you back into bed. Suddenly feeling rather drowsy as the world slowly started to ebb away. Listening as Dr. Saunders' voice attempted to reassure you that, "It's okay, Tim. You'll be awake again in a couple of hours. You just get some rest for now and then you can talk to your parents once you've calmed down a little." Which you obviously resented. Wanting to talk to them now.
Sadly it was too late. Falling into a deep and dreamless sleep soon after. Waking much later to find...
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