This choice: This is not the case however. • Go Back...Chapter #9This is not the case however. by: Wassel   This however did not actually turn out to be the case. Both Kerry and Saunders appearing in your room not twenty minutes later. The shorter doctor not actively mentioning anything about any additional surgery , nor you taking control your mother's body, but he did keep giving you these weird, knowing sort of glances every now and then. Which was unnerving to say the least. Naturally wanting to ask him whether your conversation had in fact been a dream or not, but the presence of your mom and the documents you'd signed put a stop to that. The fact that they quickly disappeared again to allow you to get changed meaning that you couldn't even ask him for a private word. Leaving you none the wiser.
But... I mean... No. There's no way, you told yourself, once your mother had also returned to her own room to get dressed. There's no way he said or did any of that. I must be going crazy. After all, you'd just been through a traumatic experience, and you did have quite the overactive imagination. Besides, what were the chances that two highly secretive and highly improbably medical procedures existed at the same time? The fact that they'd managed to stitch your mother's brain up without anyone else knowing being miraculous enough. But actually being able to take over someone else's body... that was simply the work of fiction. A fiction that sadly for you, was never actually going to come true.
And so, once you were finally out of bed and back on your feet, you got washed up in the small bathroom and pulled on your clothes. Meeting up with your mother not long after. At which point the doctors bidding you a fond farewell. Both of them giving you a knowing little look this time. Saunders included. As if to say, "remember what you promised", as he smiled and nodded his head.
"...And, if you experience any headaches or anything like that at all, feel free to give me a call," Kerry told your mother as he passed her his card.
To which she happily accepted. "Thank you, Doctor. And we're sorry for taking up so much of your time. I'm sure you've got much more important things to get on with than dealing with us."
"Not at all. We like to make sure all of our patients are well cared for."
Kerry turning towards you then and placing a hand on your shoulder. Telling you with a smile, "Now you take care of your mother won't you, Tim? We don't want any more accidents."
Admittedly finding this a little odd. Seeing how the crash hadn't been her fault at all. Responding, "Uh... Sure. Of course I will."
Though not as odd as what he did next; Tapping a finger against the side of your head as he added, "And don't forget to make the most of that big old brain of yours. ...If you know what I mean."
You didn't. Or at least you thought you didn't. Being left momentarily perplexed as both he and your mother chuckled, before saying their final goodbyes. Pretty sure you'd caught him winking at you just before he turned and left. Which to be honest, put you right back to square one in terms of whether your conversation had or had not been a dream. His parting remarks kind of feeling like a hidden message of sorts. Recalling something about you being able to beam your consciousness at a thought into your mother's brain. If that had indeed been real. Which now, in your head at least, it seemed equally as plausible that it was.
It being because of this then that you spent the entire taxi ride home in somewhat of a daze. Reading absolutely everything you could into what the doctor had said. Continually glancing over at your mom as you did. Internally debating with yourself for the entirety of the journey. Maybe... Maybe it is real. ...No. No, don't be stupid, Tim. There's no way something like that is actually possible. And even if it was, some hospital doctor wouldn't be the one to give it to you. ...Unless of course he's actually that crazy... Going back and forth like a table tennis match.
"Right, well... I'd better give your Auntie a call and tell her what happened," your mother said as you finally walked through the front door. "Then start looking for a new car."
"Okay. I'm just gonna... gonna go upstairs," you told her in response. Definitely needing some time to clear your head.
Which was exactly what you did. Spending pretty much the rest of the day in your bedroom. Still thinking about Dr. Kerry and the ability that you may or may not possess. No matter how hard you tried to put it out your mind. The mere idea that a power like that... straight from one of the stories you loved so much... might actually exist being beyond titillating. And that you, Tim Connors, a completely inexperienced 16 year old boy could actually get your hands on a female body and do whatever you wanted with it making your penis grow hard. Picturing all the things you would do. From kneading, poking, squeezing and rubbing at those breasts, pinching and pulling at those hard, rubbery nipples, to exploring the many mysteries of the fleshy little tunnel that lay between a girl's legs. Wanting to experience all of those feelings and more.
But then the doctor said it would be Mom. Her body, you unfortunately remembered. Which put a real dampener on your musings. Wondering why he couldn't have said any other girl but her. Before remembering that it was because of the accident and what they'd already done to her brain. It making sense if you looked at it that way.
And what else was it that he'd said... That 'there is bound to be a perverse sense of pleasure in being your own mom'. A theory that you of course had to balk at. It instead being gross and creepy as hell. Actually possessing the body of the woman who gave birth to you, raised you, fed you, and changed all your dirty diapers. A woman who you'd never had so much of a sexual thought about.
...Until today. As, even though you knew deep down that this whole thing was just some fever dream and that you were making way more of a big deal of it than you had to, it still got your imagination going. Asking yourself then, as you attempted to put the inherent icky factor to one side, Could I though? If it were like, actually real and I actually had this power... Could I be Mom? She was female after all. She did have all the necessary attributes. And, as you'd already brought to your attention earlier on, her boobs really were enormous. As if she was smuggling two giant watermelons down her top. I mean, they are really, really big. And if there was one thing you loved in a girl it was big tits. And if it was like... a choice between her or no one, I'd have to try it out. Just to see what it's like. Imagining that most kids would do the same (even if they wouldn't admit it). Besides, she was still in pretty decent shape and healthy. Not overweight or having completely let herself go like some other mom's had. Possessing a small, curvy figure with a trim waist and thick thighs. A nice compliment to those massive breasts. Having never seen her in anything scantier than a one piece swimsuit, but you were kind of wondering what the rest of her looked like now. Your thoughts very much focusing in on her and her alone. Closing your eyes then as you lay there on your bed, gently stroking away at your dick...
...And then it happened. What exactly you weren't entirely sure. But you felt a strong buzzing sensation suddenly reverberate throughout your entire skull for the briefest of seconds and then... it was gone. And so were you. As if your entire consciousness had been sucked up into the ether. Ceasing to exist.
For a brief second at least. Suddenly feeling everything come rushing back almost as quickly as it had left you. Causing you to let out an almighty gasp. Holy shit! What the fuck was that?! Finding your vision all a blur and everything feeling weird and kind of fuzzy. As if you'd stood up too fast. Which you realized you were now doing. No longer laying on your back on your bed. Which really didn't make much sense. Noticing then, as your vision cleared, that your surroundings had also changed. This not being your bedroom, this was your mom's. Posing the question, "How did I get in here? And... And why does my voice sound so weird?" It not sounding like you at all. In fact, it kind of sounded like your mom's.
Doing a double take then as you looked down at your hands, which in no way resembled your own. These were slender and dainty. Not to mention way more mature. With much longer, well maintained fingernails. Looking a lot like women's hands...
"Oh my God," you gulped as several strands of long blonde hair fell in front of your face. "No... No way... It... It can't be..."
It was. Moving your gaze downwards and discovering that there beneath you, instead of your flat, boyish chest clad in a dark blue t-shirt, was two extremely large and prominent mounds pushing out of a red sweater. There being absolutely no mistaking what these were. Even from this extremely unusual angle. There being visible cleavage peering out from the neck hole. They were tits. They were tits and they were somehow attached to your body. Feeling not only their weight but them jiggle as you moved. Realizing right then and there, as impossible as it had seemed, it was real. It was all real. You'd actually become your mom.
Your brain going into somewhat of a panic then as you began dancing up and down on your feet. Not quite knowing what to do.
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