This choice: David has adapted to everything incredibly well. • Go Back...Chapter #7David has adapted to everything incredibly well. by: Wassel   "TIM!" your mother's overly excited face greeted you as the door opened a moment later. "You're back!"
You didn't respond however. Instead you just stood there, staring at her with mouth agape. Finding yourself, despite having been thinking of nothing else but this moment for the last several hours, at a complete loss for words. Not knowing exactly what you were going to find when you'd walked up the stairs, but it had certainly not been THIS! The woman in front of you being in every sense of the word, your mother. With the same bright green eyes you'd become accustomed to over the course of the last 16 years, gazing warmly at you. The same soft and loving face. The same smile. Same nose, same lips, same mouth, same body... Same everything! Thinking to yourself as you gazed upon her that it couldn't possibly be anyone else. It was your mom.
This illusion being immediately shattered by what it was she said next. Taking a few steps forwards and proclaiming, as she wrapped her arms around you, "It's good to see you, bro!" There being no way in hell that your mom would ever call you "bro". Only David did. Although it had to be said, his hug lasted far longer than any other you and your brother had ever had before. Not really being the hugging types after all.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, while still holding his much smaller, curvier form against you. It being incredibly difficult to disassociate the sound of her voice and the feel of her body with your mom. Needing to completely rewire your brain in an effort to accept that this was in actual fact David. There not even being the slightest bit of similarity there at all.
"Uh... I'm... I'm good," you stuttered weakly. Finally managing to find your voice after he released you from his embrace and stepped back into his bedroom. A bedroom that didn't really seem all that much different truth be told. Appearing as if he'd just been in the middle of messing around on his computer. That being one thing that apparently hadn't changed. What with David being a bit of a computer nut.
"Must be so freaking weird to wake up to all this after being out of it for an entire month. ...All of THIS I mean." Gesturing towards what was once your mother's form as he said this. Which was currently clad in one of her pink tops and a pair of jeans. As well as a pair of her sandals on his feet.
"Yeah..." you nodded. "You could say that." Taking a few tentative steps into his room as you tried to get to grips with everything you were now seeing. Get to grips with the fact that this 42 year old woman who'd birthed and raised you was actually your 14 year old brother inside. Admitting that, "I... I just... I can't believe that's really you. That you're Mom now." Not even being able to even begin to imagine what it must be like for him.
He didn't seem too weirded out though. Probably because he'd been her for so long now. Responding with a chuckle instead, "I know. Seems crazy. Sometimes I can't actually believe it myself." Being slightly more forthcoming about things than the moody grump he'd started to turn into. Ever since puberty hit hard and he got into that whole Emo scene. Not seeming that way at all now.
Though admittedly his tone did become a little more sombre as he continued. Your mother's smile giving way to an awkward grimace. "But, uh... I guess you haven't really had a chance to get used to the fact that... you know, she's gone now." Treading very lightly indeed. Obviously not wanting to upset you.
"No. Not really," you told him. Still being kind of in shock about the whole thing truth be told. Not that this really helped matters much either. Seeing how physically at least, it still very much appeared that she was here. Even if you knew in reality that this wasn't actually your mom. The abnormal strangeness of the situation perhaps somehow cushioning the blow.
"It sucks, it really does," he told you. Staring now at the floor. "And its super messed up that things had to turn out this way. But... I guess it's like Dad said, the best thing to do is just carry on and try to preserve her memory." Chuckling once again as he looked back up at you and said, "Heck... in a weird way, I'm even closer to her now than I ever was." This most definitely being the truth. Doubting anyone could get much closer to her than that.
"I guess you are."
You tried not to dwell too much on this though. On the fact that he now had her body... her parts. I being super creepy. Even as your eyes ran their way over his now mature, motherly form. Her breasts being RIGHT THERE. Pushing out of the stretchy pink top that was displaying quite a bit of cleavage. Your mother of course being an exceptionally top heavy woman and the thought that those things now belonged to your brother (not to mention what lay between her legs) was enough to cause a shiver up your spine. It being so damn wrong for him to actually be intimate with her in that way. Even if it was unintentional.
"And don't worry if you feel a little freaked out by it at first," he said. Continuing to try to put you at ease. "Everyone else did. Including me. But we all got used to it. I'm sure you will to."
You certainly hoped so. Otherwise living in the same house as the body of your dead mother and having to pretend like she was still alive was going to prove very tricky indeed. This being something else that you hadn't actually given too much thought to; The fact that you were actually going to have to call him 'Mom' and treat him as such in front of other people. Not particularly looking forward to this weird status reversal either. Seeing how you were the older brother. Though clearly not anymore...
This serious conversation didn't last for long though. Your little brother soon becoming much more upbeat and positive again as he flashed you a smile. "In fact... I know this might sound kinda weird and... I dunno, like gay or something... but I actually kind of like it. It's pretty cool being Mom." Certainly having not expected him to say that.
Wait... What? you said to yourself. Doing somewhat of a double take. Did he just say that being Mom was "cool"? Fully aware that he had, you just needed to get it straight in your own head. Having no idea how becoming your own mother of all people could actually be considered cool!
Obviously recognizing from your stunned expression that this was what you were thinking, he took a seat on his computer chair and laughed. "I know, I know. Sounds pretty f-ed up, right? But it's true. Being Mom is kind of awesome." Proceeding to list the various reasons why. "I'm older now, so I don't have to go to school anymore, do homework or get bossed around by anyone. I can drink, drive, and watch any R-rated movie I want. AND... I also get to boss Tabitha around, which is pretty sweet. Plus there are other benefits as well..." Appearing to blush ever so slightly as he said this. Causing you to immediately wonder what exactly these benefits were.
You didn't get the chance to find out unfortunately. Due to a voice suddenly calling out to him from down the stairs. The voice in question belonging to Tabitha.
"David! Rebecca's on the phone!"
"Alright," he shouted back. "I'll be right there." Looking at you then with a grin. "She must be phoning about tomorrow. We started going to the gym twice a week now. Gotta keep this body in shape."
"Uh, yuh-yeah," you responded. "I guess you do." Hearing that he was now going to the gym with your 'Auntie' Rebecca being just as surreal as everything else. Seeing how your mother's friends were almost the complete antithesis of his own. Wondering to yourself then, How the hell was he actually managing to fit in? His positive attitude about all of this being one thing, but the actual mechanics of it it... of acting like your mom day in day out, being something that you couldn't possibly fathom. Even with everything your father had said about David being able to access parts of your mother's brain, it still seemed utterly crazy to you. Being enough to make your head hurt.
"Anyway, it's really good to have you back, Tim," he smiled. Appearing to genuinely mean this as he got up from his chair and made his way past you out the door. "We missed you."
Thanking him then as he headed downstairs to answer the phone. Moving with such femininity. His hips swaying from side to side as he went. Almost forgetting who it was you were looking at once again.
Shit... He really has adapted. Just like your father had said. Finding this for some reason, to be much more disconcerting than if he hadn't. If he was still struggling. Due to the fact that, How can he be so okay with being Mom? He came out of that body for Christ sake! It not being a thought that was easy to get over. For you at least.
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