This choice: You wake up alone and decide to examine your new body. • Go Back...Chapter #6You wake up alone and decide to examine your ne... by: Wassel   Slowly, you opened your eyes. Gone was the groggy, drug-induced haze. You felt rested and reasonably good, but something felt ...off. As you moved to sit upright in the hospital bed, you could feel something move on your chest. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your gaze. Two rather sizable lumps created a tent in the chest area of your hospital gown.
"Oh God..." you whispered to yourself. You had desperately hoped that it had all been some perverse nightmare. You cringed as a heavy dose of reality began to set in. Alice... Randall's step-mother is dead, you thought. I'm... I'm in her body... You began to tremble. Examining hands that weren't your own. Woman's hands. With thin, slender fingers and manicured, half inch long nails. Grabbing then at the the locks of hair that were half obscuring your vision. It being a much lighter color than your own. Ash brown with various little highlights running through it. It didn't seem real, but there was the was the proof right there. You were now in a different body. You were now a woman.
Gazing around the room, hoping to see either the doctors or your parents, you instead found nobody. Being all alone. Just you and this strange, alien form. Vaguely recalling Dr. Saunders saying something about getting your parents. Where were they then?
Thinking about it, it was probably best they weren't here. You weren't entirely sure how you'd be able to face anyone else looking like this. Needing time to yourself try and get to grip with what had happened. Spotting a small bathroom to one side and deciding, as you sat there, that it would probably be best just to get it over with and take a look at yourself now. Clearly having more than just Alice's face. The strange new weights on your chest and the absence between your legs telling you as much. Shivering slightly at the thought.
Come on, Tim. You can do this, you cheered yourself on, as you ever so slowly pulled back the bed cover and placed your feet against the cold tiled floor. Wobbling slightly as you stood and feeling parts of yourself jiggling around that you'd definitely never felt before. Seemingly having an entirely different equilibrium.
Taking a few deep breaths, you very gingerly made your way towards the bathroom, knowing fine well what it was you were going to see in the mirror inside, but still going anyway. Needing to get this over with. Being confronted mere seconds later by the incredibly surreal and rather macabre sight of Alice Davis staring right back. Her expression being a far cry from the usual look of displeasure or irritation she gave you when you were round at Randall's house. Instead, looking rather startled, as if she'd just seen a ghost. Which in a way, you supposed she had. This is really gonna take some getting used to, you gulped. Once again watching her face mirror your every move. Feeling a strange sort of disconnection as she did. As if it was indeed the real Mrs. Davis behind the glass, waiting to tell you off for something, instead of yourself. Unlike the last time however, she looked much less like she'd been through the wars now. Someone having clearly touched up your appearance a little while you were under. Your face, Alice's face, looking a little more normal. Her hair had been cleaned and brushed. Her eyes no longer looked quite so red and puffy. In fact, the only real evidence of her fall was the stitches on your forehead, which were mostly covered by her hair.
Objectively speaking, you guessed that Alice was an attractive enough looking woman. Her incessant God-bothering and unpleasant personality having always distracted from it in the past. Being kind of... cute, maybe, for a woman her age. Not stunning by any means, but certainly pretty. Or at least would be if she allowed herself to be. Forever deriding other woman for wearing too much make up and revealing clothes. Being very conservative when it came to all that. Her ash brown hair nearly always being kept in a tight little bun. It being somewhat of a novelty then to have it hanging loose around your shoulders. You decided to make a few faces then. Seeing if you could actually get her to smile at you for once, which she amazingly did. "This is so freaking weird..." you quietly uttered. Gently prodding at your cheek to make sure that it was in fact real. Feeling the fingernail pushing against your skin, just as it would your own. Moving your attention further south to the green hospital gown you were wearing, you noticed that the rather drafty and ugly material managing to hide your new shape well. Apart from the two prominent bulges on your chest that were blocking out most of your view. Well aware that these were in fact breasts. You now had breasts!
"Jesus," you muttered, "I've got boobs..." It being impossible not to notice them. From this angle, looking rather large indeed. Their weight more than obvious on your back and shoulders.
Tentatively... feeling admittedly rather pervy due to the fact that it did very much feel like Randall's step-mom was watching you... you moved your hand up towards your chest. This being a temptation, that despite the strangeness of your circumstances, and the fact that it was clearly wrong, you just couldn't help yourself. Having, other than a fleeting feel back when you were a sophomore, never actually felt a woman's breast before. Very nervously placing your hands on top of each large mound and giving them a gentle squeeze. Feeling your fingers sink into the soft and pliant flesh. "Oh wow..." This being a truly awe inspiring moment for you. Or at least it would have been, had these not actually been yours.
Rather than the usual sensation you would expect to accompany the squeezing of a pair of breasts, feeling your dick tingle and then grow hard, you felt something quite different instead. Similar certainly, but there was no growing to accompany it. This immediately drawing your attention to what else now lay beneath your hospital gown. Letting go of your new breasts and staring in shock at the mirror. This new sensation having been somewhat disconcerting to say the least. The sensation of your vagina...
"Tim...?" a voice suddenly called out. Snapping you back to the present. "Are you awake in there?" It being your mother's voice, and it was coming from outside.
"Uh, yuh-yeah," you awkwardly called back. Feeling incredibly embarrassed about what it was you were just doing, and what you'd just experienced. "Be out in a second!" Cringing at the sound of your new female voice. Still not being entirely ready to face her or your father like this yet. Wishing you had more time.
You couldn't hide in this bathroom forever unfortunately. Especially not if you were going to be stuck looking like this for the rest of your days. Besides, they were your parents. They loved you no matter what, and right now, you needed them more than anything. Praying that this was indeed the case as you took a deep breath and grabbed for the handle of the door. Wanting very much for them to still see you as Tim, their son. Not as Alice. Fearing however that this might not be the case...
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