This choice: You awake to find your parents at your bedside. • Go Back...Chapter #6You awake to find your parents at your bedside.... by: Wassel   When you awoke, some time later, you were greeted by an even stranger sight then the one you'd previously seen in the mirror. There, sitting by your bedside, was yourself. Smiling down at you. Looking rather relieved to see that you were alright. Only this wasn't you... This was your mother! And beside her, what looked like your little sister, Tabitha, you realized was actually your father. It taking you a good few minutes of just openly staring at them until you came to this conclusion. It being almost impossible to actually believe. Not to mention down right freaky watching your own body moving independently from you. Reminding you also, who's form it was that you were now inhabiting.
Though obviously still in shock themselves over what had happened, and not entirely comfortable in their new bodies either (your father constantly pushing your little sister's hair out of his eyes as they spoke), the two of them had clearly been awake much longer than you had, so were a little more calmer. Your mother doing her best to assure you that somehow you'd all get through this, together, "as a family". Reminding you, as the doctors themselves had said, that at least you were all still alive. "That's the main thing".
"But... But how are we supposed to live like this?" you asked her. Choking slightly as you heard her voice again leaving your throat. "What about school, and Randall, and Allison...?" The latter being your girlfriend. ...Or at least the girl you'd been hoping to make your girlfriend. Having been chasing her for months. Fat chance of that now that you were not only a 41 year old woman, but your own mother too.
"Well, that's something else we need to talk about I'm afraid," she started. Looking towards your father, who gave her a reassuring nod. It being weird to watch the two of them now. Your dad squeezing lovingly at your mother's hand. Something which you and your little sister would never dream of doing. Not unless it was to try and piss each other off.
Curious as to what exactly she had to tell you, you sat back (or more accurately, continued to lie there), and listened as she explained what both them and the doctors had apparently decided while you'd been unconscious. That, due to the experimental nature of the transplant procedure, as well as the fact that it wasn't entirely legal, that nobody else, other than the seven of you, could ever find out what had transpired. There apparently being too many legal, ethical and moral implications to the transplant that would not be simply overlooked. Not to mention the fact that the four of you would be forever hounded by the media if any word of this ever got out. Meaning, that as far as anyone else was aware, your family had been involved in a minor car accident and had quickly recovered. That was the end of it. You, for all intensive purposes, were now your mother; Mrs. Jennifer Connors, and she would have to be you. The same also applying for Tabitha and your father. This naturally coming as somewhat of a shock.
"It's just for the sake of other people, son," your father assured you. "We'll all know the truth, as will David."
David... He's really gotten out of this lucky, you thought. Ignoring the weirdness of your 'sister' calling you 'son'. He still had his own body and his own life. Unlike you. Having no clue at all how you were supposed to even begin to live as your mom. The very thought of it, of actually being inside her body now, being too uncomfortable for words. How did he manage to escape all this?
"Besides, Dr. Saunders informed us that due to the nature of the procedure, and the fact that each one of us now has a higher percentage of the other's brain inside our heads, we should actually be able access to each other's subconscious," your mother then continued. "Meaning that picking up every day tasks, like for example your schoolwork, or your father's work for Tabitha, should come quite naturally. So that's a plus."
"That's a plus is it?" you angrily barked. "Knowing how to do housework or cook the dinner? What about my friend's... My life? Half of it's just been taken away like that, and to top it all off I'm a girl now. I'm you!" Not being able to contain yourself any longer. "This is FUCKED UP!"
"Tim, language!" your mom quickly chastised you. Which again, was rather odd to see yourself doing.
Your father however, was quick to come to your rescue. Placing a hand on her shoulder as he told her, "He's right Jen. This is all messed up. And we shouldn't have to live like this, we really shouldn't." Changing tact slightly as he looked at you. "But faced with the alternative, Tim, better this than being dead, don't you think?"
You nodded. This being the only upside it seemed.
"Now I know it isn't going to be easy for you," he continued. "It isn't going to be easy for any of us. You think I really want to be my 13 year old daughter and have to start the 8th grade all over again? You think your mother wants to be you? No, but unfortunately this is the hand we've been dealt, so we're just going to have to be strong and get on with it. Understand?"
"I guess..." What other choice did you have after all? It was either this or be treated as a freak for the rest of your life. Feeling enough like one already. Besides, the doctors had apparently promised financial compensation, to help you all adjust, so there was also that.
Your mother and father both smiled at this. "Good," he said, standing up. All 5 foot of him now. A far cry from the 6' 2" he used to be. "Now, the doctors said they'll probably keep us overnight, just to make sure we're all okay. Then tomorrow, we're really going to have to figure out how this is all gonna work. For now though, we'd better go check on Tabitha and David. See how they're doing. Your brother might not have swapped bodies, but that doesn't mean he's not gonna be affected by all this too."
You didn't doubt it, despite your early jealousy. His father was now his sister and his brother his mom. That was really going to be some adjustment.
And with that they left you. Telling you to get some rest while the drugs wore off. Still feeling pretty numb. Which you supposed, in a way, was actually a good thing. Disconnecting you from what lay beneath your bedsheets. It still making you feel a little queasy to think about what you now had down there. What parts... Something which you definitely did not want to dwell on. It still being too creepy for words.
So, after snoozing for a little while, and trying to forget about all this mess, you were eventually awoken by the two doctors again, to carry out a few more tests. Simple things, such as word puzzles and games, to test out your "cognitive reasoning functions", as Dr. Kerry had put it. They also however, asked you a few questions that you really had no idea of how to answer. Questions pertaining to your mother's life. Such as what was her first pet? What was her pass code at the gym? What was the correct temperature to roast a chicken at and for how long?
"I have no freaking idea," you told them. Having definitely never taken that much of an interest, so really having no way of knowing.
"It's alright, Tim," Dr. Saunders assured you. "We don't expect you to know the answers right away, but they should come to you given enough concentration. Your mother was after all, able to recite your school time table without so much as a prompt. The information is in there, you just need to seek it out."
You weren't entirely sure you wanted to seek it out. Not liking the idea one bit of delving into your mother's brain, nor her yours. Having stuff in there you definitely did not want her to find out. Being a horny 16 year old boy after all.
You were aware however, that you were going to have to face up to your mother's brain and her body at some point. Especially now that the numbness was wearing off and you were starting to really feel the various differences. The long, blonde hair tickling at your shoulders and neck. The heavy weights on your chest. The soft, cushionyness of your backside. Not to mention a very noticeable absence between your legs. Not being able to simply lay there forever, pretending that these things weren't actually there.
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