This choice: Something else (David's POV). • Go Back...Chapter #21Something else (David's POV). by: Wassel   This is so freaking messed up! you thought to yourself. And not for the first time. Having returned home from school to once again find your big brother awkwardly wandering around inside your mother's body. Wearing her face, her clothes, her everything. Which, after almost a week , you still hadn't in any way gotten used to. Knowing that he'd been laying in a hospital bed like this for an entire month having been hard enough to deal with (combined of course with mourning her death), but this had taken things to a whole other level. Finding it difficult to even be in the same room. Despite wanting to be supportive, and despite knowing that he'd had absolutely no say in the matter, he was Tim; your big bro. And now he was also your mom. Physically. Legally. And in the eyes of everyone else outside your immediate family. It being not just weird, but super creepy too. Experiencing a shiver up your spine every time you thought about it. About everything that now entailed.
For fourteen whole years you'd known Tim as Tim. As the guy you'd always looked up to. As one of your best friends growing up. And sure, you'd had your fights here and there like any other siblings, and you might not be as close as you once were, but even still... that's what he'd always been; A guy. A dude. An ally when it came to teasing your little sister, or playing video games together. And now he was none of that. He was a girl. A woman. A member of the opposite sex. And even worse than all that, he was your mother. The woman who'd not only given birth to and raised you, but him as well. Now and forever more. And you were actually expected (in public) to treat him as such. An idea that you hadn't taken to at all.
This was why then, when he spotted you and greeted you with your mother's face and friendly smile, "Uh... Hey, dude. How's... How's it going?" you gave your usual, less than responsive reply.
Grunting, "Okay. How are you?" Not really wanting to engage in a conversation, but you felt like you had to at least try and make an effort. Your father and Tabitha (who was handling it so much better) having repeatedly told you as much.
"Oh, you know... The usual," he responded. The fact that it was with your mother's soft, reassuring and incredibly familiar voice only making it worse. There being nothing about him that wasn't her. "Just trying to get to grips with all of this cooking stuff still."
Having discovered him in the kitchen, in the middle of making what looked to be another one of your mom's favorite pasta dishes. This being yet another thing you found super weird; How competent he seemed to be at replicating the meals she used to make. Even though you knew for a fact that he couldn't cook for shit before. Having seen enough evidence of this yourself.
"Oh, okay. Cool. Well I'm just gonna change out of my school stuff," you told him. Having nothing more to say. Not to mention that the sight of him there, with your mom's shoulder length blonde hair hanging loose around his face and her short, curvy body clad in a plain blue blouse and jean combo, was only adding to your unease. The fact that he was actually wearing her outfits... That beneath those clothes he was no doubt also wearing one of her bras and panties... causing you to mentally shiver once more. Eugh, God. It so not being right.
And so you left him. Hurrying upstairs and into the sanctuary of your bedroom. Your only real escape from the madness of your newfound situation. A madness that soon grew even more...
While the first week since Tim's return had proved extremely unnerving, the next few weeks very much continued on this track. Wearing her clothes, cooking her meals, doing her chores, driving her car and acting like your mother whenever someone came over. Which included wearing her makeup and doing her hair (with Tabitha's assistance). As well as being whisked off shopping with Auntie Rebecca and the rest of your mom's friend's. To buy shoes and dresses, and God knows what else. Transforming him more and more with each and every day. A transformation that he'd been openly resisting at first, but now seemed to be simply going along with it. Getting quite the shock when he appeared one morning dressed in one of your mother's flowery yellow house dresses and a pair of heels. Which, along with the addition of the makeup, jewelry and hair made him look more like your mom than ever. before No longer appearing quite so sheepish and uncomfortable. But instead he seemed to almost always be wearing a smile. Like he was actually happy. Not to mention that the really weird vibe you'd gotten between both him and your dad had seemingly disappeared (whatever the hell that had been). Acting more like buddies now. Just as he was with your sister. Who also seemed rather happy with what was going on. Making you feel a lot like you'd entered a parallel dimension. Having no idea how Tim, your 16 year old, former male brother could actually stand there in your mother's body with a dress with lipstick on and smile away like nothing was wrong. It being absolutely crazy. Feeling like, Everyone's gone completely mad!
I mean... How can he act like that? How? you asked yourself, once you'd excused yourself from the breakfast table. He's Mom! He's freaking Mom! It's... It's so... so... gross!
Your mind flashing back to the way he'd sauntered around the kitchen. His wide hips swinging as the bottom of he dress swished about his bare legs. The way his overly large bosom pushed out of the front, bobbing and jiggling with every step. Not to mention the hair that cascaded down his face, neck and shoulders. Having no idea how he could perceive any of that as normal. Knowing full well that if it were you, you'd be freaking the hell out. Especially having to... to... (having trouble even picturing this) get dressed as her. To actually have to look at your own mother's naked body. To have to shower and go to the bathroom as her. Not to mention all the other stuff women do. Stuff that you really didn't want to think about.
You couldn't stop yourself though. Not with this behavior continuing. Another week passing and the more comfortable your brother seemed. Going out in public no longer being an issue for him at all. Neither was day trips to the mall with Tabitha, or nights out with your mom's friends. His wardrobe and appearance getting more overtly feminine with every day that passed. Even spotting him at one point, as you wandered past his bedroom, posing away in front of the mirror in a slinky red dress he'd obviously bought. Very much checking your mother's figure out in a way that you certainly didn't find appropriate. His slender hands caressing the silky material that clung to his curvy form. Looking at the reflection fondly as he turned and checked out the back. Just like an actual woman... Correction, just like your mom would do.
Eventually bringing up these concern to your sister a little later. Asking her, "What's going on with Tim?"
"What do you mean what's going on with him?" was her answer. Clearly not being on the same page that you were.
"The way he's acting," you clarified. "You know... embracing being Mom."
"Uhm... He's supposed to be doing that, stupid," she said, in her usual bratty and dismissive way. "That's the whole point. Nobody is supposed to know he's really Tim."
"I know that, but... It's not just when he's outside the house. It's inside too. He walks around in her skirts and heels like its the most normal thing in the world. Like it's... it's all okay." Which for you at least, it definitely wasn't.
Tabitha had a different perspective of course. Being way more on-board than you were. Possibly because she was more open minded, or possibly because she was a girl. And Tim suddenly having your mom's body wasn't such a big deal for her. Or at least this was how it seemed. Enjoying having a 'big sis' of sorts.
"That's because it is okay. He's Mom now. In every sense of the word. And as strange as that is, we're all just have to get used to it. Because it's not about to change any time soon. And besides, it's better this way. That he accepts it all. Better for him to fit in than to not. Otherwise waking up every morning in that body would be an absolute nightmare."
"Maybe... It still doesn't feel right though," you countered. "He's a guy!" Or at least he was. "He shouldn't be wearing dresses and makeup and stuff. It's not... Not natural."
There was nothing else that she could say to this of course. Agreeing that it wasn't and once again reiterating that you were just going to have to learn to accept it. Just like she'd done. Just like your dad had done. Leaving you a little more understanding of her point of view perhaps, yet no less comfortable with the idea of your brother inside your mom's body. It both perturbing, and in a strange way, intriguing you also. Having obviously, at 14 years of age, not had much experience at all with the opposite sex. And here Tim was, doing exactly that. In the most disturbing way possible.
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