This choice: Henry had actually taken his mother’s pill • Go Back... To Henry’s immense surprise upon looking down, he now sported two very sizable breasts. Panic set in quickly. Henry leapt to his feet hoping that taking an action forward stance would help address whatever had gone wrong because it had gone very very wrong. That was Henry’s intention at least. He didn’t expect the differences in his new body would have thrown his balance off, but it most certainly did. Instead of coming to a stop once upright, Henry’s body continued forward. Each step introducing a sway that was unanticipated before he finally found himself flat on his butt on the ground.
“Holy shit! What the fuck is wrong with me!”, Henry yelled out loud. The voice was not his own. It was definitely female, and it sounded a bit like his mother’s but in that same way that your own voice sounds different in your head.
There wasn’t time to stop with this revelation though. Henry’s hands quickly ran along his body and he felt the new curves that had replaced his former body’s angles. Curvy hips, check. Thick thighs, ugh, check. Round bottom, thankfully, check. Thinner waist and wider hips, double check. Henry hesitated to explore his groin area. He knew that he would be able to see it if he still had a penis. So there was no doubt what was sitting between his legs. Breasts and vagina both within his reach but he resisted groping himself. No, first he needed to know for sure that he was in fact in his mother’s body. Playing with her body, even if it was one he now wore, was a bridge too far for even him. Henry acknowledged he was a horny teen, in fact, he took some degree of pride in it. He was not bothered to be caught staring at an attractive woman, which he did more often than most would like. Still, playing with his mother’s body was not on the top of his checklist.
“Checklist, don’t forget it,” a strange thought entered Henry’s mind.
“Shit, I’m going to miss the appointment with Mr. Franklin. I need to get myself under control.”
Attempting to stand again, Henry took more time to find his equilibrium. Once satisfied that he was standing stably, he proceeded towards his parent’s bedroom. A quick visit to their en-suite confirmed that Henry was indeed a clone of his mother. “Fantastic, now I have to meet with Mr. Franklin looking like this. Ugh, I have to wear women’s clothes! This sucks. Where are Dad’s pills?” Henry started to rummage around again before reminding himself that he simply didn’t have time. Especially now that this curveball had been thrown his way.
“Slacks, come on, have some slacks. Not tights, I can’t wear that, shit!” Henry ran through hanger after hanger in his mother’s closet looking for something to wear that wouldn’t be as difficult to manage as a dress, but he found nothing that was appropriate for a meeting with a principal. “Gotta find underwear first,” Henry thought. “Oh no, I have to put on underwear,” his thoughts continued. Rummaging once more through drawers, Henry finally found the clothes he was looking for, but to his immense chagrin, his mother’s choices in underwear were not modest. “Butt floss? Mom wears these?” Henry questioned while holding up a pair in his hands. A ding of a clock chimed off in the house reminding Henry of the hurry he was in. “Better this than nothing,” Henry said as he put his first leg through the opening and then the second. Pulling the thong up his legs was a familiar yet distinctive experience as his mother’s legs were much smoother than his. Getting the thing up to his crotch he paused before he said, “Here goes nothing,” pulling the thong up. He felt the material slide between his butt cheeks before the band came to rest atop his waist. “Mom’s got a bod on her,” Henry said admiring his figure in the full length mirror. Next up was a bra, Henry had seen enough television to know putting one of these on was a hassle all to itself.
Henry placed his arms through the arm bands of the bra he selected and started to pull the bra closer to his chest. His breasts didn’t just magically come to rest in the bra as he had hoped. “Sorry Mom, I’m going to have to move in to unfamiliar territory here,” he said as he lifted a breast up and pulled the bra in so that he was no filling the cup. A repeat of this process on the other side and the bra was all but on. All except for the clasp at the back. Henry contorted his arms trying to attach the hooks together but routinely failed. He was twisted around trying to see his back in the mirror but nothing was working. Henry was just about to give up when he finally latched one of the three hooks at the back. This proved to be enough as with the bra now secured, Henry was able to fasten the other hooks one by one.
Satisfied that he wouldn’t ruin his mother’s good reputation by going commando, Henry proceeded to put on the dress his mother wore on serious occasions. It was formal, but not fancy. Attractive, but not in a sexual manner. Form fitting, but not too short. Things that Henry assumed would satisfy the needs of the moment. Last thing on the list would be getting shoes and a hand bag. Henry’s mother never went anywhere without a handbag and Henry didn’t want to arouse suspicion with something so ordinary. Henry proceeded to find a pair of flats that looked like they would match his dress well enough and grabbed a bag from the copious selection his mother possessed. “I’ll never get why she likes bags so much,” Henry thought.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Henry was satisfied that he looked the part of his mother well enough. Odd though that was. “I wonder what Sam will think, probably make fun of me”
A brisk walk later and Henry was introducing himself at the school reception. “Megan Hines, here to see Mr. Franklin. He said to meet him today at noon.”
“Yes, hello Mrs. Hines, please come in and have a seat. Mr. Franklin will see you shortly,” the receptionist warmly greeted Henry. As Henry sat down he became aware of his own poor posture. The receptionist glared at him judging his posture as Henry sat with his legs apart and slouching forward hands on his knees. The receptionist caught Henry’s eyes and then promptly improved her posture to a much firmer and upright position to show Henry her lack of respect for his behavior. Henry took the note and sat upright noticing that his dress was giving a view to others he also leaned one leg against the other at an angle to remove this faux pas.
While sitting waiting for Mr. Franklin, Henry saw his brother snooping in the hallway. “I guess he wanted to ensure I followed through with the plan,” Henry thought to himself. Catching his eye, Henry gave a small wave to Sam in the style their mother would. “That should get him,” Henry thought. Sure enough, Sam ducked immediately now unsure of whether this was his actual mother. As Henry broke his line of sight to Sam, the receptionist gestured that Mr. Franklin was ready.
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