This choice: ...your parents by your bedside. • Go Back...Chapter #6...your parents by your bedside. by: Wassel   ...Your parents by your bedside. The both of them looking extremely happy to see you, yet at the same time perturbed. About what you knew fine well, and it didn't take long (after the various hugs and asking how you were) until the conversation was directed towards your sister. Still being angry that they had essentially signed her life away without talking to either of you about it first.
"I know it seems horrible and uncaring, but you have to believe us, sweetheart," your mother explained, "we only did what we thought was best for her. What was best for all of us. The doctors gave us an impossible choice; Leave her to be ogled and hounded by the outside world, or allow her to have a little anonymity at least."
"Yeah. As someone else!" you shot straight back. "As that Sofia woman! Hell, we don't even know who she is... What she is. And you expect Tabitha to just play along?"
Your mother's somewhat embarrassed response to this being, "We... We do know who she is. The doctors did a little research and..."
"And?" you yelped. Immediately jumping on this information. "Who is she?" Even though you had a pretty good idea already.
Your father interrupting then. Warning, "Jen. I really don't think we should..."
To which she replied, "He's going to find out at some point, Don. It's not like we can really hide it."
"Hide what?" you asked. "What are you talking about?"
Your mom taking a deep breath then and telling you, "It's Sofia. She... She worked in the adult entertainment industry. In Columbia. That's why she looks like she does. She starred in several... movies a few years ago and now she... Well, I'm not entirely sure what she did, but I imagine it's not exactly family friendly." Her cheeks visibly flushing red. This not exactly being the kind of thing that you and your parents ever really discussed.
You were right though, she was indeed a porn star (or at least had been). Your little sister was now inside the body of a porn star. Which was so unbelievably fucked up!
Pushing past the inherent awkwardness of this and asking, "And you still want her to pretend to be her? To live that life? Your own daughter!?
"No. Of course not," she said. "She's thirteen. She's far too young for any of that kind of thing. But just because she's in that body doesn't necessarily mean that she has to continue in that way. She can find another job. And the money the doctors have offered as compensation will be more than enough to... to... get her chest reduced. She can still live a perfectly normal life."
"Yeah right!" you scoffed. Seriously doubting that, even if she did do all this, her life would still qualify as 'normal'. That word not really applying anymore.
Turning the tables on you then she asked for your suggestions on what they should do instead. Which naturally you didn't have an answer for. Other than reversing time and not getting in that damn car crash in the first place. But then, that wasn't really an option.
"Exactly," she said. "Not so easy is it?"
No it wasn't. Feeling your positioning softening slightly when you realized that the doctors and your parents were right. If Tabitha continued acting like herself and telling people she who she really was they'd either cart her off to a mental hospital or take her to be cut open and studied. Neither of these options being any better than what your mom was suggesting. Not by a long shot. It just really sucked was all. And the fact that she looked like that... like the type of women you'd spent many a night fantasizing about and jerking off to really was messing with your head. Finding it difficult to clearly think.
Your father chiming in then in as sympathetic a tone as he could muster. "Trust me, son, we don't like this anymore than you do. She's my little girl, you really think I want to see her like that?"
Of course not, you thought. This not even being in question.
"But if we're going to make it through this then we need you on board. We need to be united as a family. We need to show Tabitha that we've got her back no matter what."
"He's right, Tim," your mother sighed. "We have to protect her and unfortunately this is the only way to do it. To let people think she died. Which isn't going to be easy, but it is much better than the alternative. You must see that."
The two of them finally getting through to you as you lowered your defenses. Stuttering, "I... I guess. It's just so... so weird is all. All of it." Lamenting, "Why did this have to happen to her?"
Nobody had any kind of answer for this unfortunately. But now that you'd pushed past your own anger and frustration, you realized that signing the doctor's non-disclosure agreement and going along with their plan was indeed the only course of action. Only hoping that Tabitha would see it this way too when she finally woke up.
Speaking of which, after talking for another half hour with your parents, Dr. Saunders reappeared. Poking his head gingerly around the door as he announced to you all, "I hope I'm not interrupting but... Tabitha has just woken up. She's asking to see you."
Your initial reaction to this being, Oh God. To the thought that she was no longer in the dark about any of this. She knew exactly what had happened. Not being able to imagine how that must feel to wake up to news like this, and not really wanting to know either. It having been hard enough for you to deal with as an outsider. It must have been absolutely devastating for her.
And then there was the reality of actually having to go face her looking like she now did. Despite wanting to be strong for your little sister, you honestly had no idea how you were going to react when you did. Whether or not it would all be too much.
Either way, you were about to find out. Your parents jumping onto their feet and immediately firing question after question at the doctor. The most pertinent being, how she was feeling and whether they'd told her about having to live as Sofia's. The answer to which was that she was "doing okay, considering" and "Yes. Dr. Kerry walked her through it."
Armed with this information your parents assisted you out of bed (thankfully not needing the wheel chair this time) and you followed after Dr. Saunders. Down the corridor towards that same room you'd last seen your sister in. Giving it a gentle little knock before heading inside. Feeling incredibly apprehensive as the three of you did the same. Letting out an audible gulp as soon as you saw Sofia sitting up in her bed. Her brown eyes open and a relieved look on her face. Clearly being glad to see you all there.
"Mom... Dad... Tim!" she called out in a thick Spanish accent. Her voice, as with the rest of her, not being the least bit familiar. Making it all the more difficult to actually see Tabitha under there. Even though you knew full well that she was.
"Oh, sweetheart," your mother yelped, rushing straight towards her, "I'm so glad you're awake." Not even hesitating as she leaned in and threw her arms around her. Your father quickly following suit.
This leaving you as the odd man out. Still just standing there next to Dr. Saunders. Being much to nervous to approach.
What then followed being a truly surreal scene as you watched your parents comfort and reassure this slightly bemused looking bimbo of a woman. Who was clearly still processing everything that the doctors had told her. Though she did at least appear happy to be alive. The three of them soon going over everything that you'd talked about already. Your mom and dad obviously wanting to make sure that Tabitha fully understood. Though they obviously steered the conversation as far away from the size of her boobs and what exactly Sofia did for a living as they could. Not wanting to spring all this on her just yet and make things anymore awkward than they already were. Feeling, as you watched all of this play out, like you were having some kind of really vivid dream. Because listening to your parents refer to her as "sweetie" and "Tabs" and her call them "Mom" and "Dad" in return just didn't seem right. Your brain having a hard time making the connection. Imagining that it was going to take quite some time before it actually did, and you saw your little sister for who she was.
As previously mentioned, she did seem to be coping with all this exceptionally well considering. Quietly accepting what your parents were telling her and not attempting to kick up any kind of stink at all (unlike you had). Even joking at one point that "It'll be nice not to have to go to school." Though whether or not she understood the full extent of what this meant you'd have to wait and see. It not being as simple as no more school. It was no more Tabitha now too. Which you still didn't feel right about at all.
Nor did you feel right about what was currently happening with you as you watched her. Here you were, greeting your little sister after she'd narrowly avoided death and finding your eyes being pulled towards her new chest. Her current sitting position displaying it even more than when she'd been laying down. Displaying just how immense it was. Pushing out past her arms on either side. Straining at the material of her gown and showing off a pair of prominent high beams. Which you felt super weird about. Chastising yourself once more. What the fuck is wrong with me? Absolutely hating the idea that you were actually attracted to her body. Not wanting to even think about all the things it had previously done. Or in turn, had done to it. This taking you down a rabbit hole that right now you really did not want to go down. Feeling yourself becoming rather flushed...
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