As if there was even a choice! The house wasn't going anywhere, and if it was, well then it was back to being David and he wouldn't have needed to explore it anyway. Sure, Catherine didn't want to become a teenage boy who got off on wearing girl's underwear again; living as a girl sounded much more fun.
Thinking of that, the part of her mind that was still David was keenly aware of how tight Catherine's panties felt on her hips, bottom, and chubby mons while she walked downstairs. She had definitely porked up since buying them. She briefly thought of taking off her pajama shorts and going back upstairs to see how they looked in the mirror, but Catherine immediately decided that was a stupid idea and dismissed it.
Her mother was not making breakfast on account of it being Saturday. Catherine would have to fend for herself. No matter, she knew exactly what to do. The girl set the TV tray in front of the couch, and then set upon it a half gallon of milk and her favorite sugary cereal. The odd, new part of Catherine paid attention to how much heavier the milk felt when lifted by her chubby, weak arms, and how her tee shirt lifted up over her lower back when bending down to get cereal from the low cupboard.Now she was all set to eat breakfast while watching her favorite Saturday morning cartoons.
Experiencing this childish idyll again provoked a sense of nostalgia from Catherine as she quickly turned to her favorite channel. The current show was a reboot of an older one. Catherine liked it as it was now, but she felt confused by how she would notice similarities and differences to the original. She had never seen it; it had gone off the air before she could walk. It must just be deja vu or something.
After finishing her first bowl of cereal, Catherine quickly poured another and filled the rest of the space in the bowl with milk. Keeping them ready on the TV tray for refills was a good idea for the greedy girl. As she zoned out watching her show, she didn't realize how stuffed she was feeling, or how many times she had refilled her bowl. "I could keep eating more if Tommy was feeding me," she thought to herself. She proceeded to daydream for a minute about her boyfriend hand-feeding her desserts, or rubbing her stuffed tummy to soothe it. This brought the happy tingle back to her nethers. Dinner would be so much fun.
Breakfast was finished, and all the good cartoons were run out for now. Catherine would have to get up and do something until she could visit Tommy, but what?
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