This choice: You talk with your parents when you wake again • Go Back...Chapter #12You talk with your parents when you wake again by: bobbypendragon   When you awoke again you saw you parents sitting by your bedside.
“Jake!” your mother exclaimed, noticing first and giving you a hug. The sensation of which was very odd, feeling her large pillowy breasts smoosh against your own. Suddenly realizing that your own breasts weren't all that much smaller than your mother's. And given that this body still wasn't finished going through puberty there was a good chance you'd end up bustier than your own mother. The thought was shocking. Especially given how few people were bustier than your mom.
“How are you doing, champ?” your father said putting a hand on your small shoulder.
“I dont know.” you finally answered after struggling to come up with some kind of answer.
“It's to be expected, I suppose.” your father replied.
“Don't worry honey, I'll be here to help you get used to things every step of the way. Don't be afraid to ask any questions.” your mother said giving your hand a squeeze. A hand that was now smaller and daintier than hers.
“Now. While you've been out. We've had a few matters settled…” Your father than proceeding to explain the NDAs your family had had to sign and the settlement money you'd received.
“Also since, both of Katie’s parents died in the accident. We were able to arrange it so we had custody of you. So you can come live back at home again. Which should make things easier.” Your father explained.
Your mind was swirling. You had to live the rest of your life as if you were Katie Asher? You had to go back to high school. You were now younger than both of your brothers (David by three months). Which also meant you weren’t even a fuller year older than your sister Tabitha. You had to live your life as this girly-girl? It was too much.
“I-I need a second…” You stuttered.
“Of course sweety. Why don’t your father and I go outside a minute, so you can take things in and get changed so we can all get home.” Your mom said gently leading your father outside the room and setting a plastic bag of Katie’s clothes on the table beside your bed.
After a long moment of internal fuming at the situation you found yourself in. You grabbed the bag. And stood up...nearly falling in the process! Your entire center of gravity was off.
When you made it to the bathroom you took a moment to look at yourself again.
What you hadn't noticed before, lying on the bed was how short you were. Having been so tall the difference was huge. You were now shorter than your mom. Hell you were shorter than your shrimp of a sister Tabitha now! If you had to guess you were probably about four foot nine inches! And all your features were tiny and delicate. Petite little button nose, tiny dainty fingers, and your feet…
You huffed annoyed, your giant breasts, made to look even more massive when compared to the rest of your tiny frame, forming a huge tent in your hospital gown, completely hid your feet from view. No matter how much you tried to crane or stretch your neck. You had to resort to stretching one leg out, and stomping on the lowered toilet lid to see your tiny, delicate little toes, of course painted the same glittery pink as your fingernails. What you could see of your leg appearing smooth and slender. You finally decided to get a move one, yanking off you hospital gown unceremoniously. Your thick, lush blonde hair getting caught up in the motion before dropping back down to tickle the skin just above your asscrack.
Turning to look at your reflection you gasp, a little girly little noise that suits your girly little body. Your body was unbelievable. You could barely believe you were just barely fourteen looking at yourself. Your breasts, which were nearly the size of your head, sticking straight out perky, with sloping gently with very little sag. Your nipples large and prominent begging to be played with. Below those giant tits your waist slimmed down to a tiny waist most girls would kill for before shooting out again to a nice fat ass and wide hips. And below that the cutest little pussy you'd ever seen. Your body looked like it belonged to a tiny goddess. You hesitantly cupped one breast struggling to lift all that tit flesh with one tiny hand. With your other, curiosity driving you forward, you pinched your niple between finger and thumb. The reaction was instant and stronger than anything you'd ever felt. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, causing you to collapse backward on your cute little bubble butt, letting out a high pitched shriek. What the fuck? Where girls normally this sensitive? You didn't think so. This had to be something else. This girl wasn't just unbelievably gorgeous, you suspected you might also be incredibly sensitive.
Suddenly you hear the doorknob turning.
“Jake, are you okay in there? I heard you shout.”
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