Chapter #7Several days later. by: Wassel   It'd been three days since you'd gotten out of the hospital. Three days since Dr. Saunders had dropped the bombshell that you were going to have to spend the rest of your days, not only pretending, but actually living Mrs. Lowry's life as well. The nature of the surgery and the legalities of being inside someone else's body making it imperative that none of you tell anyone what had happened. Having had to literally sign your identity away in exchange for your life. Tim Connors, as far as everyone else was concerned, now being dead, while Linda Lowry, husband to Tony Lowry and mother to Allison had made a miraculous recovery, and was now back at home where she belonged.
Where she belonged, not where I belong, you thought, as you sat there on your new bed, inside your new bedroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Still after three full days, having not yet gotten used to seeing it staring back. It still being just as eerie as it had been that very first time. As if you weren't actually looking at a reflection at all. She was there. Mrs. Lowry was actually there. If only... That would have made things so much easier. But no, now you were Mrs. Lowry. You had to pretend to be her at all times when out in public. You had to live her life, with both her husband and her daughter. You even had to learn to go by the name 'Linda', as difficult as that was. This whole situation being like some kind of bad dream you were still very much hoping to wake up from.
It didn't really seem like it was going to happen though. Having kicked and screamed and protested enough as it was back then, when Saunders had told you. Being absolutely horrified at the thought of not only now being in the body of the love of your life for the last 4 years' mother, but also having to act like her around other people too. Having to actually pretend to be that mother. It was so unbelievably messed up. Doubting very much that either Allison or Mr. Lowry actually wanted it to happen either. Unfortunately having little other choice. And so, after being informed of this and having been allowed some time to let it sink in, you were discharged from the hospital and allowed to go home for a day or two, to get your head together, before Mr. Lowry came to pick you up and take you to your new home. A home that you were all too familiar with. Having spent many an afternoon or a weekend there over these last several years. The Lowry's having been so welcoming to you, that it really did feel like a second home. A second family even. Making it all the more weird.
Though Mr. Lowry acted cool about it all, or as cool as he could be escorting his daughters boyfriend, who was was currently inhabiting the body of his dead wife, back to his house to live there for the foreseeable future, only days after she'd died, you could see it in his face that he was hurting bad, and that your presence only made things worse. Unfortunately, it had to be done. Staying with your own family no longer being an option. Not without it looking mighty suspicious. The doctors having told you that you'd need to fully embrace Mrs. Lowry's normal routine, and that meant living at her house. Thankfully, the Lowry's had a spare room, which was where Mr. Lowry (or Tony, as he kept telling you to call him) had opted to sleep. Giving you the master bedroom, telling you that it made more sense, as more of Linda's things were there, as well as the fact that it held too many memories for him right now.
As for Allison, well it was clear she too was struggling with all this. Having not only lost her mother, but in one fell swoop, her boyfriend too. Your relationship having now been forever changed because of this. Both of these things hitting her hard, even though she tried her best to put on a brave face.
And so, here you sat now, on the bed belonging to your girlfriend's parents. Where they'd left you. Staring at yourself in the mirror, as you had been doing this last half hour.
Well, here I am I guess... The 'new' Mrs. Linda Michelle Lowry, you said to yourself, unbuttoning your blouse.Guess I'm gonna have to try and make the most of it somehow. The sight of your naked body, still being rather foreign to you, and something you really did need to get used to. After all, you were going to be seeing it a lot now. There being no escaping the fact that you were now a woman.
Peeling off both your blouse and your pants, leaving you in nothing more than the beige bra and panties you'd put on this morning, you once again appraised Mrs. Lowry's figure. Being in pretty good shape for her 42 years of age. Around about 5' 6" and curvy. A few inches taller than her daughter, and quite a bit bustier. It being weird to think that you now had much bigger boobs than your girlfriend, having always enjoyed groping hers. Now you had the very pair she'd fed from as a child. Creepy didn't even begin to describe it. They did feel kind of nice though. Having enjoyed playing with them when you got the chance. Mrs. Lowry's nipples being equally large, as well as a lot more sensitive and responsive than your old pair. Then of course there was the matter of her vagina... It felt so foreign, nestled between your legs. Replacing your much more familiar appendage. Having only once or twice so far actually ventured a hand down there to lightly prod at the velvety folds. Being entirely too unsettled by it to properly explore. If having a large pair of mature womanly breasts hanging off your chest felt wrong, then this really took the cake. Allison had come out of it for God sake. Your girlfriend had come out of you. You were now, in every respect, physically and biologically her mother.
"This is so fucked up," you groaned, slumping back onto the bed. Watching Mrs. Lowry do the same. The facial similarities between her and her daughter being quite uncanny, and more than a little off putting. It at times seeming like you were staring at an aged version of your girlfriend. Former... You supposed now. This whole thing having put a rather abrupt and dramatic halt on your relationship.
Still, you'd come in here with a purpose. Having a hill you needed to climb if you were going to start making some progress in finally accepting that this body was actually you. Now being the prime time with both Mr. Lowry and Allison currently out. So, standing back up and once again appraising Mrs. Lowry's middle-aged, underwear clad body, you took a deep breath and said to yourself, "Alright. Lets do this thing." Reaching behind your back to unhook her bra strap. Having not gotten completely to grips with how one of these things actually worked. Nor the tight constricting feeling around your chest. It at times almost feeling like you were wearing a straight jacket. Oh come on, you stupid piece of shit... You grumbled. Struggling with the hooks for a few moments, before finally managing to get it off. Immediately feeling the relief that came with your new breasts once again being free. Peeling the thing off and throwing it to the floor. Bending down then to do the same with your panties, and feeling the heavy weight of your mounds tugging at you while you did. Having a completely different center of gravity.
And there you now stood. Completely naked in Mrs. Lowry's curvy, feminine form. Hers being the first you'd ever seen in real life. Finding the sight both extremely disconcerting and yet, still, rather arousing. Being (mentally at least) very much that same horny 16 year old male you had been before. Mrs. Lowry possessing an incredibly attractive figure for her age. Narrow shoulders, big breasts, wide hips and a nice big ass. There of course being a few imperfections here and there, but over all she was hot to look at. Never having imagined you'd ever get to see her like this. Not in a million years.
Fuck me... I'm a MILF, you thought, looking yourself over. Being the very definition of one now. Cupping at your large breasts in your hands. Breasts that while sagging slightly due to their size and Mrs. Lowry's age, were still remarkably full, and a lot bigger still than some of the woman you jerked off over online. Her nipples being similarly large. Thick little nubs almost a half inch in length, surrounded by wide, dark pink areolas. The surface of which was all crinkled and bumpy. Each one tingling slightly and stiffening as you touched them with your fingers. Feeling admittedly rather nice indeed and not at all like any sensation you were used to. Finding that having breasts... actually getting too see and touch them like this, was actually, in a strange sort of way, really pretty damn awesome. Being a boob man through and through. Letting go off them for now though, you moved your hands slightly lower towards Mrs. Lowry's cushiony stomach. It having a little bit of padding, but not obscenely so. The excess fat presumably being a leftover relic from when she'd been carrying Allison inside. Again, a very strange thought indeed. Her waist meanwhile was actually rather small compared to the rest of her. Giving her a classic hourglass shape and emphasizing her large chest and hips all the more.
Continuing your exploration, you next moved moved your hands even further afield, down towards the patch of short, well kept blonde hair that decorated her groin. Beneath which lay her vagina. Your vagina. A body part that you had literally zero experience with, even if you had been rather awkwardly peeing out of it for the last four days. This being very much, the holiest of holies to a guy like you, and something which you'd been very much longing for years now to actually get your hands on...
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