This choice: He releases the knob, giving you some privacy (Dad's POV). • Go Back...Chapter #6 He releases the knob, giving you some privacy (.. by: Wassel   Wait... What am I doing? you asked yourself. Acting like it was your teenage son in there, and that casually walking in there while he was changing was perfectly alright. Where as now, this couldn't be further from the truth. He was in your wife's body. His own mother's body. And this would presumably be the very first time he’d ever seen it unclothed. Imagining that for him there couldn’t possibly be a more awkward or embarrassing experience than this. The last thing he needed then was you barging I and making things worse. Shit!
Staying your hand and hurriedly removing it from the door, you apologized. "So-Sorry. Sorry, Tim. I... I wasn't thinking. You take all the time you need."
Hearing a meek little, "Oh-Okay" in return. "I'll be right out." The unease he was feeling being more than evident. Carried as it was by Jen's voice.
Stepping away from the door and sitting yourself down on the bed you chastised yourself for being so stupid. Having forgotten that, while you, David and Tabitha had all had a month to get to grips with Jen's passing and the doctors transplanting Tim’s brain into her head, he hadn’t. He’d basically just woken up. So all of this was scary and new. Seeing her naked body. Putting on a bra. Putting on a pair of panties. All things that he presumably never imagined (nor wanted) to ever have to do. Not having the first idea what that must actually be like for him. Nor where you sure that you wanted to either.
“He’ll learn to adjust,” Dr. Kerry had of course assured you. “You all will. It’ll just take some time.” Which you certainly hoped was true. Because, despite having been staring at your wife‘s face these past four weeks knowing full well who was inside, this was a whole other experience. Surreal not even covering it. This was the woman you loved after all. The woman who you’d been with for the past twenty years. And he was Tim. He acted just like Tim. A confused and frightened Tim, sure, but Tim none the less. Which meant that as his father (and technically husband) you were going to have to be strong and help him to get through this. As much as you were able to at least. Imagining that Tabitha was probably going to have to help out with the more delicate and personal stuff. Stuff that it was extremely difficult for you to actually get your head around. That your son would now be intimate with Jen’s body in a manner than even you had never been. Though obviously you tried not to dwell on that too much. For your own sanity if nothing else.
“That’s, uh... That’s me done,” you suddenly heard a voice call out a few minutes later. Followed soon after by the bathroom door slowly opening. Watching then as Tim finally emerged. Dressed now in the clothing that you had given him. His face noticeably red.
“Great. That’s great,” you told him. Not wanting to draw attention to this of course and so quickly moving things along. “You good to go then?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be I guess,” he replied. Letting out a deep breath to psyche himself up.
It being at this point then, as you stood back up, that you remembered the rings that you had in your top pocket. Jen’s wedding and engagement ring. Reaching in and pulling them out.
“I should probably give you these as well, before I forget. Holding them out towards him. “You know... to complete the picture. Your mother was never without them.”
“Oh-Ok. Sure,” Tim replied somewhat hesitantly. Taking both rings and giving them a quick look over. Appearing slightly unsure as his attention moved towards his hands. Clearly not knowing which finger they went on. Prompting you to show him. After which he slipped them on. The rings naturally being a perfect fit.
“Thanks, Dad,” he said. Realizing his error then and quickly correcting himself. “I, uh... I mean, Don. Sorry.”
His nervousness as he called you by your first name being more than evident. Realizing in this moment that you’d perhaps been a little hasty in this request. It obviously not coming naturally and admittedly made you feel a little odd yourself.
Telling him, “You know what, maybe you don’t have to call me Don. At least not when it’s just us.”
Tim appearing suitably relieved by this. “Okay.”
“Now, lets get you out of here and back home. I imagine you’ve had more than enough of hospitals for one lifetime.” Even if he’d been unconscious for the majority of his stay, you certainly had.
And so the two of you headed out of the room and down the corridor. Attempting to make small talk and Tim less self conscious as his now womanly hips forced him to walk in a noticeably feminine manner. Jen’s large chest bouncing away beneath her tank top, while her prominent posterior wiggled behind him in her jeans. Tim avoiding eye contact with every single doctor, nurse or patient you passed as he followed you out to the car. Being extremely happy once he was inside it and again out of view. No doubt feeling as if he was being constantly scrutinized. That somehow everyone knew who he really was. Which was of course ridiculous. The doctors and the NDA you’d all signed having made sure of that.
And so you headed for home. The journey (unlike his last) being uneventful and made mostly in silence. Other than the occasional comment you’d chimed make about how happy David and Tabitha were going to be to see him. Which was entirely conjecture on your part. The two of them having been incredibly brave in coping with all this, but who knew how they were going to react when they saw their mother-now brother up and about.. It certainly having been a shock to you and you’d been at his bed side the most. You were the one who’d been preparing yourself for this day for weeks. They meanwhile were just kids. Kids like he used to be. Imagining that as bizarre and unsettling as this whole thing was for you it was going to be even more so for them.
Discovering that this was indeed the case once you arrived home. What followed being a very strained and unusual homecoming. With nobody really saying much at all, other than Tabitha. Who God bless her was doing her best. Even going so far as to wrap her arms around him as she expressed how glad she was that he was back. As well as offering to help him with any “girly things” as the two of you had previously discussed. David however was much more standoffish. Excusing himself to his bedroom as quickly as he could. The same with Tim. Obviously needing some time alone to get to grips with all this himself.
This leading to everyone basically staying out of everyone else's way until dinner. Deciding, as Jen normally did the cooking and Tim was obviously in no fit state to start learning how to be 'Mom', to order in some pizza. The four of you all sitting down at the table in your usual seats. Which meant that instead of being opposite you as she normally would be, the body of your wife now sat to your right. Even a small change like this making such a huge difference. As was her sitting there and not hearing her voice happily chatting away like she always did. In fact, unlike he normally would be, Tim seemed to be actively struggling eating his share of the pizza. Either because he didn't have much of an appetite or because Jen’s stomach simply could not handle the same amount of food that a growing teenage boy could. Having never eaten anywhere near as much as him.
Once dinner was done with, David and Tabitha were quick to return to their rooms. Tabitha having homework to be getting on with and David wanted to go call Claire. Leaving just you, Tim and what little dishes you'd used.
"Uhm... Just, uh... Just wait a second there, Tim," you told him, before he too skulked off. Aware that there was a few things you had to talk about before the night was over. About his new role around the house and how everything was going to work. As well as more simple things, such as his clothing. Knowing full well that if he hid away again for the rest of the night you wouldn’t get the chance.
Watching as he turned back around to face you. Those sparkling green eyes half hidden beneath blonde hair displaying an obvious reluctance. While you were still unable to get over the sight of that face... Your beautiful wife's face... knowing that it was really him inside. Putting you on edge as well.
"Listen, I know you've had quite the day already," you told him, "and I don't want to pile anymore on, but there are still things to sort out. Things that we're going to have to figure out. Okay?"
"Yeah. I know," he nodded.
"But right now it might be best if you go to my bedroom and pick out some things for tonight and for tomorrow. You know, clothes that fit you a little better. As well as a change of underwear." Tim having basically changed out of his mother's jeans and tank top as soon as he'd returned home. Opting for one of his own t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were incredibly ill fitting on his new mature, female form. His reasoning for this was that he wanted to feel "normal". Though as a result he looked anything but. And, if he was going to play that part of Jennifer Connors, housewife and mother, he really was going to have to get used to wearing her clothes. Whether he wanted to or not.
Half expecting him to put up a fight in regard to this suggestion but instead he just let out a defeated sigh, "Okay." Heading upstairs then to do just that.
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