This choice: Returning home with Randall. • Go Back...Chapter #9Returning home with Randall. by: Wassel   And so after getting yourself dressed (which was quite the eyeopening experience indeed), you sat yourself down on the bed and waited for the others to return. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassed now that you were clad in Emily's clothing. Which consisted of a fashionable white, button up dress that barely reached your knees, a thick brown belt, brown knee high boots with a 5 inch heel, a pair of dark sunglasses and an expensive looking handbag. As well as a lacy black bra and bikini panties. None of these items being anywhere close to anything you'd ever worn as a guy before. The panties riding up your butt, while the bra pinching at your brand new, and to be quite honest, ridiculously oversized breasts. Mrs. Summers' body practically being that of a Barbie doll. Slim and well maintained, with boobs and an ass like you wouldn't believe. Pretty certain that she must have had some work done somewhere. Not implants perhaps, but certainly a lift. Due to how incredibly perky and firm her chest was for her age. Having spent almost a full ten minutes just staring at those ginormous juggs bulging out from your chest. Examining every single inch. As had you done with the rest of her body. Seeing how this was the first time you'd ever seen a fully naked woman live and in the flesh. The fact that the woman was you being an absolute mind fuck! Almost falling over when you caught sight of the entirely hairless vagina that now lay between your legs.
Not that you'd gone much further than looking. Despite how arousing it was, you were just too damn freaked out at the fact that this your body now. That this gorgeous MILF, who certainly had way more curves than her super hot daughter, was inhabited by the brain of a horny and incredibly inexperienced 16 year old boy. It all simply being too much.
Which was why you'd tried to focus on getting dressed and out of the hospital as quickly as you could. All the while feeling like some sort of creepy pervert as you put on the ultra feminine clothing. Wishing that Emily Summers wasn't quite so much on the glamorous side of the hot mom spectrum, and that she'd been wearing something simply like a t-shirt, jeans and a pair of tennis shoes instead. Almost falling flat on your face after you'd managed to get the boots on. The added 5 inches of the heels being quite a departure from what you'd were used to wearing on your feet. Though they did put you pretty much on par with what you used to be height-wise (possibly even a little over). Seeing how Emily looked to be about 5' 6" or 5' 7" in comparison to your former 5' 10".
After five minutes of sitting there on the bed, fidgeting with the dress and trying to get it to cover a little more thigh, you finally heard a knock on the door. Watching as your mother peered her head in and asked, "Tim... Sweetheart... You all ready to go?" Catching sight of you siting there and giving you a warm, yet reassuring smile.
"I... I guess so," you told her. Feeling even more self conscious now admittedly than you had done before.
"You look... nice," she said, as she headed on inside. Obviously trying and failing to think of a morr appropriate word. This certainly not being the one that you would have chosen.
"Like a fraud" perhaps. Or maybe even "ridiculous". Certainly feeling that way about your appearance.
Telling you then that she was proud of you for actually getting all that stuff on (the heels especially), she again apologized for not bringing any clothing of her own. Something a little more comfortable for you. Though, to be honest with you, she didn't think she actually had anything that would fit. Seeing how Emily was a lot taller than she was.
"That's okay," you replied. "I guess I'm going to have to get used to wearing this kind of girly crap eventually. Trying your best to remain positive. "Might as well start now." Seriously doubting that this was the only dress and pair of heels in her collection. Mrs. Summers seeming like the kind of woman that wore this kind of stuff all the time. If Brandi was anything to go by anyway. Seeing how she was always dressed rather fashionably. As well as 'showy'. Knowing full well what she had and how to use it. Hence why she was so popular.
Following her out of the room then and down the corridor, you couldn't help but feel like everyone was watching you as you went. Like somehow they all knew. They knew what you really were. This being ridiculous of course. How could they? The stares presumably being much more to do with how much difficulty you were having actually walking in the heels. Shuffling rather slowly, as apposed to strutting confidently. Which you imagined the real Emily Summers would do. The added jiggle of your chest and sway of your wide hips not really helping matters either. As if your entire body was against you. Moving in a manner that you'd certainly never experienced before.
Meeting up again with Randall and the rest of your family, you discovered him also now dressed in feminine clothing. A blue, cleavage enhancing top and matching blue mini skirt. Looking a hell of a lot more comfortable in it than you. Brandi's incredibly smile growing wider as he saw you approach. Sticking his thumbs up in the air then as if to say "Looking good!". A compliment that you were rather reticent to take. What with how humiliating it felt having your huge chest, big ass and long legs fully on show. The hospital gown no longer being there to hide them. Your little brother's eyes going especially wide when he saw you. Which was slightly creepy to say the least.
As far as everyone else was concerned however, you looked perfectly normal. An attractive mother to Randall's attractive daughter (when you weren't walking at least). The six of you spending the next ten minutes chatting to the doctors. Arranging a check up in the next few weeks, as well as going over the various 'side effects' again. Having previously mentioned how the two of you should be able to access memories from Emily and Brandi's subconscious, given time. Which would theoretically help you to integrate into their lives a little easier. Kerry using the example that Randall had gotten to grips with walking in Brandi's (much smaller) heels in just a mere matter of minutes. Lucky him. As well as having managed to list all of Brandi's favorite pop stars completely out of nowhere. The information having just popped up into his head.
Though there was no doubt that this would be extremely useful, you still couldn't help but feel a little weirded out by it. As if you were going to suddenly start thinking and acting like Emily as well. Losing your very entire identity. Saunders however assured you that you wouldn't. That you would still be the one in charge. Which was a huge relief.
Saying goodbye to the two doctors then, you all headed out into the car park. Finding that, just as had happened to Randall, you found yourself quickly adapting to your own heels as well. Being rather amazed by this as your awkward shuffle transformed into a regular walk. Or at least... a regular walk for a woman. Your curvy hips still swinging and your big boobs bouncing all the while. Randall whispering into your ear as he noticed this, "Pretty awesome, huh? I just love the way my tits jiggle around. It's so cool!"
Climbing into your father's car a few minutes later, the journey to Emily and Brandi's house was pretty subdued. What with nobody really knowing what to talk about. Other than your mother making the odd little comment about how nice she imagined the Summers household was going to be. Having discover from the doctors that, while Emily didn't actually have a job per say (being much more of a socialite), she'd received quite a substantial payout after her husband had died. Keeping both her and her daughter financially secure for the pretty much rest of their lives. Which Randall appeared suitable pleased about. As did you. Dodging a bit of a bullet there in terms of work. Though the various school clubs and committees that Emily was a part of did still fill you with a sense of dread. Not wanting to have to deal with anyone inside this body. The fact that David's eyes were still being pulled towards your chest as you sat in the seat next to him being worrying enough as it was. Imagining that this was going to only get worse in public. What with Mrs. Summers being an incredibly beautiful woman after all.
Pulling up outside of the Summers household twenty minute later, your mother's theories about how nice it would be were immediately proved right. It not quite being a mansion or anything, but it certainly was big. Much bigger than your own, with two cars parked in the large driveway. The six of you all getting out then and making your way towards the front door. It taking a little prodding from your father to remind you that you were the one who had the keys. Fumbling within Mrs. Summer's handbag for a moment until you finally found them and opened up the door.
"Wow. Will you just look at this place?" your mother said once you were inside. Asking your father then, "Don, how come we couldn't afford to live in a house like this?"
"Probably because I don't work as an investment banker," he told her (this having been Mr. Summers' job). "They get paid a hell of a lot more than me." Looking around the spacious two story house, with its high ceilings and beautifully decorated rooms. "The pension plan must be through the roof!"
It most definitely being a step up from what you were used to. Possessing nearly double the amount of rooms. Not to mention a huge backyard with both a swimming pool and a hot tub. This very much exciting Randall, who looked absolutely over the moon.
"Can you fucking believe this, dude?" he asked you, as everyone else went off to explore. "This is our house now. We're actually gonna get to live here. It's so freaking sweet! Why the hell couldn't I have swapped bodies with Brandi Summers earlier?"
Still, despite all his enthusiasm, not being able to get quite as jazzed about it as your friend. It being much more on the terrifying side to you.
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