Andrew was perplexed. He didn't know this woman before. Though she looked awful familiar. A bit like his sister but a little prettier, less fit and bigger breast which he could only guess since most was hidden behind the gown.
"My body" she had said. But if he was who that person has been, then that should be him. "But I don't look like that" he thought, "...wait, don't I though?".
"That was why it reminded me of Heather".
As he thought how she looked like a female version of him he wanted to throw it off as impossible but his own changes would fall into the same kind of impossible.
"Who are you and what have you done to my body!" he said. The voice coming out of his throat seemed a little familiar now.
"Ah, yes, well I might make myself at least comfortable for the stay, right?" She answered. Andrew wasn't sure what to make of that answer.
"Please don't panic, miss Fasler" the nurse said.
"Miss Fasler?" Andrew thought "the only one who gets called that is.."
"MOM!" He said.
Martha laughed wholeheartedly and it irritated Andrew a lot to hear his mother laugh too similar to how he used to.
Andrew wanted to know how and why but he was interrupted by the nurse holding a tray in front of him and said:
"Those are your belongings Miss Fasler"
On the tray were the clothes Martha had worn were placed, neatly folded.
"Don't give me that!" Andrew said, "undo what you did!"
"I'm sorry, but you aren't of legal age to decide that" the nurse said.
Andrew looked down at himself. Everyone could see that this body was far from it's prime.
"I'm like 42 right now!" He exclaimed.
"No, you are 17, and she" the nurse pointed at Martha "is still your Guardian"
"That gotta be a joke, what guardian would do this to their protege?" Andrew said.
"We are sorry but that is not our business. We only sell the procedures to people who are old enough to vouch for themselves."
Martha has become progressively unhappy after hearing how her son thought and now said:
"You realize guardian doesn't mean slave, right? Because you have been treating me pretty poorly. Always more interested in settling your score with Heather rather than thinking for a moment how fed up I might be with your constant fighting. So get dressed and wait in the lobby I will be with you soon."
Andrew finally got up from the bed to tell his mother something but somehow he wasn't so sure what to say and seeing how Martha now stood 2/3 a foot taller than him he lost his courage. Trotting he felt all the extra meat he didn't have to carry before pulling him down and walking felt more like waddling.
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