This choice: You leave Tabitha and your mom to it (Tabitha's POV). • Go Back...Chapter #7You leave Tabitha and your mom to it (Tabitha's PO by: Wassel   Although extremely worried about having to live some stranger you'd never even met before's life, you tried your best not to let it overwhelm you. Instead thinking of it as make believe (like when you were a little kid), only on a much larger scale. Having always dreamed of what it would be like to be older and have your own house and your own car, as well as all of those other things that grown ups had. Which was definitely an upside to all of this. And the way that your mom explained it, you wouldn't be completely on your own. You'd still be very much a part of their lives and they yours. Which you were certainly glad of. This and the fact that they still seemed to be treating you as if you were still you. That you were still Tabitha. It being only Tim who seemed a little standoffish as he stood awkwardly behind. Not knowing quite what to say to you. Which you couldn't really blame him for. Having very briefly seen your new reflection in the mirror and boy did you look different. Not being able to recognize the person staring back at you either. This Sofia person being so much older than you for one (Twenty-seven according to the doctors), and she had such a pretty face. Almost like one of the Barbie dolls you used to play with. And her hair, It looks so awesome! Really wishing that yours had looked like that... Before of course realizing that it did. It looked exactly like that because you were her. You were now an adult woman. And the only thing about it that had slightly freaked you out about it was the giant things on your chest. Having not expected her boobs to be quite so large. Especially as your own had been so small. Smaller than most everyone else in your class even though your mom's were quite big (which you'd felt self conscious about). Now though your mom's looked tiny compared to you. Possessing what had to be without a doubt the biggest boobs you'd ever seen. Which was crazy. Yet, in a way, also kind of cool...
"Now I know you're still getting used to everything, Tabitha..." Dr. Saunders eventually interrupted this reunion. Picking up a clipboard from off a nearby table and moving closer towards the bed. "...But if I could maybe get you to sign this paperwork we can start thinking about getting both you and your brother discharged."
To which your mother asked, "So soon?"
"Yes. As I said before she's in perfect health, and it might look a little suspicious keeping her in here any longer than is strictly necessary. So I see no reason why she can't go home today. Tim as well."
This certainly being a relief to hear. Despite being in a completely different body and having your whole world suddenly turned upside down, it was good to hear that you were A-okay. Your big brother as well. Not being much of a fan of hospitals ever since getting your tonsils out a few years back. So the less time spent in one the better.
"Well that's... That's good news," your mom replied. Turning back towards you and squeezing at your hand. "Tabitha, do you think you might want to sign the agreement then? Like we discussed."
Answering, "Sure. Yeah. I mean it is for the best isn't it?" As much as the thought of no longer getting to see your friends did sadden you, you didn't want people pointing and laughing at you and calling you a freak. Nor did you want the doctors who'd saved your life getting in trouble either. This seeming like the only option then.
Your father taking your other hand as well then and assuring you, "It is. It really is."
And so, trusting both your parents and the doctors, you took the document from Dr. Saunders and signed your name. For what you realized may well be the last time. What with it now being Sofia Velasquez. The doctor gesturing towards a sports bag then and telling you that the contents belonged to Sofia. Which you'd be able to wear for the journey home. The idea of getting to wear new clothes exciting you greatly. Wondering what was inside.
"Well then, why don't I leave you to get dressed?" Saunders suggested. Looking towards your father and adding, "And perhaps Mr. Connors, we could finish off the rest of the paper work. Just to make everything official."
Your father nodding, "Yes. That's a good idea. The sooner we get that done the better." Giving you a kiss on the forehead and telling you that he'd be back soon, before heading off with the doctor to do just that.
"And Tim, you might as well go get dressed too," your mother said. Addressing your brother who was still just standing there staring. Having not moved since he'd walked in.
"O-okay," he stuttered. Scampering quickly off out the door. His cheeks looking noticeably red as went, as if embarrassed. Which was certainly weird. What's he got to be embarrassed about? I'm the one who looks like a completely different person. But then, he was a boy, and you'd yet to fully understand them.
Getting up and closing the door behind him, your mother smiled, "Alright then, sweetheart. Lets get you out of this bed shall we?"
Agreeing, "Yeah, lets. I do kind of need to pee now." Not to mention that other than that very fleeting glace in the mirror you'd yet to see yourself properly. See what you'd become.
Taking your mother's hand as she pulled off the bed covers and helped you to stand up. Being initially a little wobbly on your feet. Not to mention that the added weight of your chest made you feel super top heavy as well. Which only amplifying this feeling.
Wow! Is this really what having big boobs feels like? you wondered. The two big mounds bouncing and jiggling in a manner you'd certainly never experienced before. Not even that one time that you'd stuffed one of your mother's bras with socks preparing you for this sensation. It feeling completely new.
"There we are. I bet it feels good to back on your feet," your mother said as you were getting used to this new center of balance.
Responding that it, "Feels weird." Like everything about your body was the same, and yet completely different. "And I... I feel so much taller now too."
"That's because you are. Taller than me at least."
Looking down for the very first time at the top of your mother's blonde head. Realizing that she was right; you were indeed several inches taller than she was. Rather than several inches shorter, which was what you'd been before. Beaming, "I am. I totally am!" as you skimmed your hand over both of your heads. Comparing the difference. "That's crazy!"
This causing her to giggle. "Bet it feels good not to be the shortest member of the family anymore."
Which it did. Tim frequently tormenting you about this in the past by calling you "small fry". Which you certainly weren't anymore.
Though you did have to ask, now that you were standing upright and your new chest was bulging out so prominently (basically blocking your view of anything beneath), "But how come these things are so ginormous?" The vast difference between them and your mom's sizable pair being even more noticeable now. "It looks like I'm smuggling two basketballs under here."
Watching as your mother turned slightly red this time. Stuttering somewhat as she answered. "Well... That, uhm... That I'm not entirely sure of. Some women perhaps feel... I don't know, slightly more feminine with larger breasts. Perhaps Sofia was the same."
Putting two and two together and realizing what it was she was saying. "You mean they're not real? They're made of plastic?" Like all those girls on TV and in magazines. Or Andrea Millner's big sister, who apparently got a boob job when she was 18. Going from an A cup to a D. Though it was plain to see that these were much, much larger than that. Having (due to your own lack of development in the chest area) toyed with the idea of getting your own boobs done when you were old enough, but you never would have imagined getting them this big. Sofia clearly having felt even more self conscious about it than you. Leading you to believe that, Perhaps she didn't have any boobs either.
"Yes, I... I think they are," she said, in answer to your question. Quickly changing the subject then. "Anyway, enough about that. Why don't you go to the bathroom while I see whats in the bag for you to wear." Saying somewhat under her breath as she headed towards the sports bag, "See what we're dealing with here..."
Your mother unzipping it and pulling out a few things that you couldn't really see. Grumbling under her breath, "Oh dear... Is this really what she was wearing?" Which obviously made you want to see. Unfortunately the call of nature was far too strong. Feeling the same pressure in your new bladder as you had on your old. This part being the same at least.
And so you forgot about the clothes for now and hurried into the small bathroom in the corner. Your big boobs bouncing and clattering against you with every step, while your hips swayed much more than you were used to. Not having time to dwell on this either and instead making a beeline straight for the toilet. Yanking at the bottom your gown and planting your butt squarely onto the seat. This also feeling so much larger and squishier. As if you were sitting on a beanbag. Thinking to yourself as you began to pee, Is absolutely everything about this body bigger than my old one? Because it certainly seemed that it was.
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