This choice: Change Jane's Mind and Body Into That of Tamara's, So You Can Meet Your Real Mom • Go Back...Chapter #9Jane to Tamara by: AridWD   You felt a little guilty. Jane wasn't a bad mom, but...you just wanted to see your real mother. You knew you had to change Jane back later. The only worrying question was whether you'd actually do it. You had no idea what your mother Tamara would be like.
You closed your eyes and sighed.
Jane noticed this and furrowed her eyebrows. "Mike? Is there something wrong?"
You gasped a little and shook your head. "Um...no, it's nothing!"
Jane cocked her head confused but then shrugged. You decided you needed to see her at least once. Closing your eyes again, you carefully molded her into the pictures of Tamara from what you could remember. Of course, you made sure to age her properly. You also heard many stories of your mother. She was fun, loving, and apparently, loved to cuddle with you as a baby. If she was here, your father had told you she would probably be very doting.
You weren't sure if all that was true or not, but it was all you had. As you continued remember, Jane was slowly changing, twitching all over but not uttering a sound. When you could remember all you could of her, you felt a soft hand placed over yours. Slowly opening your eyes, you gasped silently, gaping as you saw not Jane, but Tamara smiling towards you.
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She was...pretty. Even for her age, 38 seemed to do almost nothing except add a few wrinkle under her eyes. Otherwise, she had a rather dark complexion that could've hidden a lot if there was any imperfections. One notable feature you saw was that she had a rather large...chest. In the photos, you couldn't tell. You could faintly remember your father saying you were breastfed well. Who knew, at 38, her breasts could've even grown. You decided to avoid staring before she noticed.
"Mike," she laughed a little with a happy yet concerned face, "You haven't finished eating your plate. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
You could only stare at awe. This...was your real mother. Already, she was concerned about you.
You fumbled a little and shook your head. "N-no, I'm fine."
She didn't seem convinced as she leaned forward, her breasts flocking your view. "Are you sure?"
"N-no, I'm fine...honestly," you backed away putting your hands in the air. You smiled crookedly.
She fell back with a hum. "Well, if you say so. Don't be afraid to tell me if there is anything wrong, okay?"
You nodded and remained in your chair as your mother left. After a moment of taking this all in, you widened your eyes. Oh shit, your whole family didn't know about this yet! No doubt, your father would be white-as-a-ghost if he saw his former wife. Your sister would be too. Of course, Dan wouldn't even know who she was!
You curled your lips. You were afraid of this happening and you knew you had to make a decision.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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