Chapter #5You were alone. by: Wassel   Slowly, you opened your eyes. Gone was the groggy, drug-induced haze. You felt rested and reasonably good but something felt ...off. As you went to sit up on the bed you could feel something on your chest move, not to mention a heavy weight pressing down on your stomach... No, not ON your stomach, IN your stomach. Realizing then what it was. Lowering your gaze and spotting two rather sizable lumps creating a tent in the chest area of your gown, and beneath that, a large dome pushing out from beneath the covers of the bed. It being your belly. Your pregnant belly.
"Oh God..." you whispered. Having hoped beyond hope that it had all just been some perverse nightmare. Discovering however that it was most definitely not.
Mom... Mom's dead. And I'm... I'm in her body! The realization of this causing you to panic. Feeling rather lightheaded and dizzy as you quickly scanned your surroundings. Needing to find a bathroom before you puked. Spotting one in the corner and with short, sharp breaths, pulling your heavy body out of bed and planting your feet firmly onto the floor. Your legs feeling incredibly wobbly as if they hadn't been used in a while. This added to your much different center of balance making it a lot more difficult to walk.
But walk you did. Doing your best to ignore the incredibly foreign and bizarre new sensations that accompanied your movements and making a beeline directly for the small bathroom. Throwing open the door and collapsing onto your knees just in time to see a stream of bile erupt from your mouth and into the toilet. Tears stinging your eyes as you longed for the comfort of your mother. Her blonde hair obstructing your vision as your large and swollen stomach continued to empty it's contents into the bowl. Your frustration at having to continually brush it out of the way only have it fall back again compounding with your feelings of fear and grief. Being an utter mess of tears and sick as you clutched tightly to the toilet bowl, waiting for your guts to cease their onslaught. Which, once they finally did, you felt a strange sort of calm, numb feeling settle over you. Your brain momentarily shutting down from the horror of all this as you pulled yourself back onto your feet, flushed the toilet and began washing your hands in the sink. Deliberately avoiding the mirror for fear of what it might show. Still recalling the macabre sight of your mother's face staring back at you, mimicking your every expression.
You of course knew that you would have to look up at some point however. As ghoulish and as distressing as this whole situation was there really was nothing you could do about it now. You were your mother. You were inside her body. Not only that, but you had a baby growing inside you now. Your own unborn baby sister. A thought that you desperately wanted to try and reject and pretend was not real, but you simply couldn't. You couldn't go through the rest of your life with your eyes closed, deluding yourself. You had to face up to it. Telling yourself, Come on, Tim. You can do this. You have to do this. Working up the courage as you looked up and finally faced the inevitable. Letting out a gasp.
Holy shit... This is... This is unreal! Once again looking upon the face of Jennifer Connors, your mother. A face that looked a lot better admittedly than the last time you'd seen it (the bits of sick around your mouth notwithstanding). Her shoulder length blonde hair having been cleaned and brushed, while the area around her eyes were no longer red and puffy. Nor where there anymore stitches to be seen. Only a barely noticeable scar above one eye. Her rejuvenated features causing you to wonder, Just how long was I asleep for? It clearly being more than just a few days.
Not that you dwelled on this thought for long. Not with this face... her face gazing hopelessly back at you. A face that possessed fine, youthful features (especially for her age), full lips and bright green eyes that you too had inherited. Having always found comfort in just how soft and gentle it had appeared. Maternal, you supposed. Though objectively speaking she was also quite pretty too. Your best friend Randall forever teasing you about what a 'MILF' she was. A description that had always made you cringe.
Moving your fingers slowly up towards it then, you very tentatively began poking and prodding at your new cheeks. Just to be doubly sure this was all in fact real. Watching as your mother's face was smooshed into all kinds of silly looking faces in the mirror. Which was surreal to say the least. But then, what about this whole thing wasn't?
For several minutes you did this, manipulating her soft, smooth skin, before eventually turning your attention towards the green hospital gown you were wearing and the rest of your new body beneath. It being rather ugly and drafty, and although it made a valiant effort to hide your new shape, there was no disguising the extremely prominent bulges of your swollen chest and belly. Both of which were putting an obvious strain on the material, looking a lot bigger than what you remembered. Though you supposed that could just be the new angle you were seeing them at, you couldn't really be sure. Admittedly not wanting to think too much about what currently lay beneath the gown. Having your mother's face was one thing, having her body and what it would mean was something else entirely. Especially with your baby sister in there. A baby sister that... that you could almost feel moving. Experiencing a completely alien feeling inside. Like butterflies or something. Only much more intense. Without even really thinking, reaching down then with your hands to gently cup the large basketball shaped bump. Your fingers trembling out of both fear and curiosity as they made contact...
"Jesus Christ!" you whimpered. Immediately pulling them away again and stumbling backwards slightly in shock. That having felt REALLY weird.
Taking a second or two then to compose yourself as you watched the huge mound heaving in and out as you breathed. Having no doubt now that it was very much a part of you now. ...That your baby sister was a part of you now. As terrifying a thought as it was.
"It's... It's okay, Tim. It's going to be okay," you tried to tell yourself, looking again into the mirror. Finding it oddly reassuring, despite the fact that you were now the one pulling the strings, to both see your mother's lips move and hear her soft, caring voice again in your ears. As if it really was her attempting to comfort you. Knowing full well however that this was not the case as you shook your head and quickly dismissed the notion. She was gone and you were very much on your own now. Turning away from the mirror and heading back out into the room. Really needing a seat now after all of that. Feeling emotionally drained.
Before you'd even managed to pull yourself fully back onto the bed however, you heard a knock on the door. Your eyes darting towards it in panic, wondering who it was. Not entirely sure you were ready to face anyone looking like this just yet. Not that it seemed you had much of a choice.
"Tim?" a voice you vaguely recognized spoke. Followed moments later by the pale face of Dr. Saunders appearing through the crack in the door. Stepping inside then and smiling, "It's so good to see that your back with us in the land of the living." Closing the door behind him and asking, "How are you feeling?"
"Okay... I guess," was all you could really answer. Not being able to quite put it into words. The sound of your mother's voice replacing your own as you spoke still unsettling you greatly.
Saunders meanwhile responded with yet another smile. An attempt to reassure you you supposed. Not that it really worked. The elderly doctor knowing full well how messed up this whole thing was.
"Well the good news is that the rest did wonders for your recovery. You are as fit and as healthy as it is possible to be. As is the, uh... the baby." His finger pointing rather awkwardly towards your stomach then. "We've actually been waiting for you to wake up for some time now."
"Some time?" you replied. "Just how long was I out for?"
"Well that's the thing, Mr. Connors," he told you after a short pause, "In light of the experimental nature of the surgery you underwent, as well as a few unforeseen complications, we felt it best to keep you in a drug induced coma for a while. To ensure that your condition was, erm... stable." The doctor letting out a rather heavy sigh as he delivered the bad news. "It's actually been two whole months since the accident."
"TWO MONTHS?!" you shrieked. Having not been at all prepared for this. Is he freaking serious? Running your hands rather manically through your hair as you tried desperately to process this, an action you'd often performed in the past, but never with so much of it.
"I know it might seem like a rather long time, but it really was just a precautionary measure. For the baby's sake as well as your own. But believe me when I tell you, everything is perfectly fine. The transplant was a rousing success and there's no danger of rejection at all."
That was all well and good, but you'd just lost two whole months of your life. Two months that you'd never get back. Leading you to then question...
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