This choice: Your Grandmother (your mom's mom), Nadine Burton. • Go Back...Chapter #4 Your Grandmother (your mom's mom), Nadine ... by: Wassel   "...Your grandmother, Nadine."
The doctor's words still ringing in your ears hours later, after he'd dropped this insane bombshell on you. A bombshell that, in an instant, had turned your entire life upside down and left you feeling shocked, upset and extremely confused. Not understanding how any of this could actually be possible (regardless of all of the medical mumbo-jumbo he had blurted out). How you could not only be a woman, but your own grandmother. A woman who you were incredibly close with and had been a huge part of your life growing up. Being your mother's mom, who lived less than twenty minutes away from your house. Meaning that you visited and were visited by her A LOT. Or at least you had been, before the incident with the truck and the crazy experimental brain surgery that had taken place. Now you had to accept the fact that she was dead. Dead and gone. And you had, in some bizarre twist of fate, miraculously taken her place. You were now an old lady. A grandmother. A woman who, despite being very trim, healthy and in shape for her age, was a full half century older than you were. What with your grandmother being in her late 60's.
And not only that... Due to the highly experimental and unsanctioned nature of the procedure, the two doctors explained that not only were you physically your grandmother, but you were going to have to pretend that you were mentally her as well. In front of other people. Essentially taking over her life and completely abandoning your own. Lest you end up being hounded by the media, being studied by scientists in a lab, or something even worse. None of which seemed at all appealing. Even when compared to all the things that you'd be forced to give up. Not wanting to be seen as some kind of freak. 'The boy who became his own grandma'.
And so, with little in the way of options, you had no choice really but to agree to this insane course of action. Signing an NDA, while your parents and siblings did the same. As too did your best friend, Randall, who was also present. Having been sitting next to you in the car when the accident occurred. These being the only five people in the world (other than the doctors) that knew the truth. Being glad of this at least. That you had them all to both comfort and assist you. Even if the circumstances were less than ideal.
Having in fact spent the last hour with the five of them sitting around your bed. Helping you to cope with all this as best they could. And while it was incredibly painful to see you lying there with the face of your grandma while simultaneously still trying to process her death, they assured you that you'd all get through this together. That somehow you'd be able to cope and live the life that she'd want you to.
This being what you'd had to try and focus on then; Your grandmother's sacrifice, and how she wouldn't want you to wallow in self pity and give up. Even if it wasn't a sacrifice that she'd intended. Which was why, after your family and Randall had left, and the numbness had finally worn off, you decided to get up out of your hospital bed and face your new reflection in the small bathroom mirror. Feeling your new female form wiggle and jiggle in ways you most definitely were not used to. As if you were some sort of alien passenger inside someone else's skin. A feeling that was emphasized all the more when you finally reached your destination and stared at a face that was not your own. A face that was in a state of total disbelief of what it was seeing. Her greeny-blue eyes wide and glassy. Her thin lipped, lightly crinkled mouth agape. Hearing her utter in your ears, with a voice that came out of your own throat, "Oh my God! ...I really am her!" As if there was even any doubt. "I'm Grandma!"
There she now stood. With the same graying, shoulder length blonde hair, that was much messier looking than she usually kept it. Same lines and wrinkles on her warm and pleasant face. Same slim, yet rather chesty physique beneath the drab green hospital gown. The skin dotted with age spots and freckles here and there, while prominent veins were visible on her hands. Completely replacing anything that made you Tim. Not even being able to recognize yourself there in her eyes. "This is... This is freaking NUTS!"
The shock of this... Of actually seeing yourself as you now were... near enough causing a panic attack. But fortunately, you were able to calm yourself down.
Alright, Tim. Just... be cool. Freaking out is not gonna do anyone any good, you coached yourself. Taking several deep breaths and watching your grandmother do the same. Her large, sagging, and clearly unrestrained bosom pushing in and out with this movement. Drawing your attention to this completely unfamiliar sensation. It feeling almost as if these two heavy, individual weights were pulling you down. Which didn't feel right at all. None of this did!
They belonged to you now though, whether you liked it or not. Despite how unpleasant and creepy it was to actually think about. Your boobs. Your body. The genitalia that was now situated between your legs. This being yet another thing that was next to impossible not to notice; The total absence of your penis. Having, other when you were aroused and beating off to porn, not really noticed it much on a day to day basis. This however wasn't the case at all anymore. Being overly aware that neither it nor your balls were down there. Replaced instead by your grandmother's vagina. The very same vagina that had birthed your mom. Cringing in disgust at the very thought. Eugh, God! That is so gross!
Gross or not, inevitably you were going to have to face it. Face the parts of your grandma that you had never wanted to even think about. And, given the fact that you were alone in this bathroom, attempting to come to terms with the fact that you were her, there really was no time like the present. Telling yourself, "Come on. You can do this. You can do this. This is your body now..." Taking several deep breaths while you did. Trying not to think about the sweet older woman who always had a smile on her face and was always so happy to see you. Her pockets filled with candy or money for you and your siblings to enjoy. Despite your mother frequently telling her that you all had more than enough of both. She still liked to spoil you guys.
Instead, you tried to think of her not as a person at all, but just a body. A body that was yours. That you were going to have to see in all states of undress, never mind shower and bathe. That you were going to have to be intimate with in a manner that nobody else other than herself had ever been for the remainder of your life. Which wasn't exactly an easy prospect. But still you persevered.
Finally exclaiming, "Fuck it!" And, without giving it any more thought, deciding to simply rip the thing off like a band aid. Reaching down and grabbing at the hem of your gown and pulling it up over your chest. Holding the material there as you let your eyes take in the image of what exactly lay underneath. Giving yourself the full, uncensored image.
"...Holy shit!"
Having never actually seen a naked woman before in real life (only online and in TV or movies), so seeing this really was quite the experience. Feeling so many different emotions all at once that you didn't even really know how to process. But mainly what you felt was shock. Shock to be looking upon her slim, close to septuagenarian form. The wrinkles, age spots and veins very much continuing to dot her skin. Which didn't look all leathery and saggy in the way that you imagined an old person's body to be, and was in fairly good shape considering. But it did still carry all the markings of a woman who'd lived a good fifty plus years longer than you had. There really being no mistaken it for anything else. And as for those big, heavy breasts, unsheathed they appeared even larger. Being positively HUGE. Sagging rather dramatically as they hung all the way down to her soft little pooch of a belly. Age and gravity having definitely effected them. Though at the same time, there was an obvious roundness at the bottom. As if all of the boob flesh had collected there. Which, in itself, made them quite unlike any tits you'd ever seen before. And that was without those incredibly wide and puffy looking nipples. Each one taking up almost two thirds of the surrounding flesh and were easily the size of saucers. In the middle of which were two very long, thick and pointy little towers. Light brown in color and jutting out by at least an inch and a half. If not more. In a manner that was actually pretty freaky and grotesque. Your gaze getting caught on these enormous mounds for a good twenty seconds. Tracing the various stretch marks, as well as the large brown mole that decorated the left one. Being near enough in disbelief, and quite unable to look away.
You did eventually managed it though. Forcing your eyes downwards, past those pale, drooping masses. Past the previously mentioned pooch, which was marked by a smattering of wrinkled, sagging skin. Presumably from her two pregnancies a good 37 years before (this being how old your Aunt Joan was). Beneath which lay a large, yet still rather neat thatch of graying-blonde pubic hair. Which, due to the position of the sink and the angle that you were looking in the mirror, was as much as you were able to see. Being rather glad of this fact. Due to how utterly bizarre and disturbing the rest of what you were looking at was. Your brain intrinsically telling you that this was wrong. This was all wrong. Feeling physically sick.
Which was why you released your grip on the gown and let it cover your grandmother's aging body once more. Grabbing for the sink as you felt yourself grow lightheaded. Having perhaps thought this a good idea at the time, but it was definitely not now. Being nowhere near ready to face who or what you'd become. And in fact, had only made you feel worse. Much, much worse.
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