This choice: You meet up with your family in their new bodies... • Go Back...Chapter #8You meet up with your family in their new bodie... by: Ash   "You've got to be kidding me," You said to the nurse.
"I'm sorry, but you can't just be wandering all over the hospital in your hospital gown," She explained, "Don't worry. I am fully aware of your situation, and I'm here to help. Mrs. Walsh has selected something nice from her wardrobe for you to wear."
You saw the bra, panties, and little black dress that was set out for you.
The nurse helped you with much of it, particularly with hooking the bra and zipping up the dress in back. There was something eerily familiar about it, which made you think it was all some sort of muscle memory. The nurse handed you a necklace and some bracelets. You thought about rejecting the accessories, but you had always seen Mrs. Walsh wear them. The black pumps for your feet seemed like a bit much, but the same muscle memory seemed to come into play as you walked in them. It was all highly disconcerting. You had thought you were done when the nurse asked if you wanted to put on the makeup Mrs. Walsh had provided. You wanted to reject it but ultimately caved.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and realize the nurse had applied the makeup a little heavy. You weren't even sure how you knew that. You scowled and thought the nurse was a stupid cunt for making such a mistake. You wanted to scream at her, but you caught yourself. You hadn't even been inside Terri Walsh's body for long, but it was almost like everything about her was taking over you. Instead you forced a smile and said, "Thanks. It looks great." You realized it sounded insincere, but even insincere kindness was more kindness than what Terri usually displayed.
You were lead over to a small meeting room, and you could hear your heels clicking on the floor as you walked. You held your back up straight and your head high. You felt an unjustified sense of confidence, like you were better than everyone else. You tried to keep this emotion in check as well by asking yourself how the hell you could conceive of yourself as better than doctors and nurses who literally save people's lives.
Everyone in your family was there. They were all sitting there silently. There was your dad in Brandon's body, your mom in David's body, Tabitha in your dad's body. Much like you, everyone seemed to be more or less comfortably dressed in their new bodies....But wait...where was David?
Finally, your mom spoke up with David's voice, "We decided we're waiting for everyone to get here before we discuss things. We're just waiting or David."
The awkward silence lingered over the room for another five minutes until everyone heard a very loud, "What the fuck?"
David had arrived. Despite being in Brandi's body, he hadn't seemed to adapt to her style like the rest of you had. Despite not quite fitting his new body, he was wearing the clothes he had been when the accident happened. His t-shirt was torn with a few blood stains and some dirt. His jeans were in a similar condition. His sneakers were too big for his now smaller feet. His hair was messy, he wasn't wearing makeup, and he didn't have a bra to contain Brandi's boobs.
"Oh, and excuse my language," He paused before looking over the room at himself, "Mom?"
David watched his own head nod.
"Seeing my own body respond like that is sort of freaky," He continued, "But...seeing you all dressed like this? Weirder! I mean, you should've seen the stuff this Brandi chick picked out for me. A miniskirt? Hells no!"
Whatever influence your new bodies had on your family and your personalities hadn't seemed to affect David in the slightest.
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