(Aside 4)-Chesty, it is...

Sarah had wondered what her father would be doing considering the mistake they had made earlier had only compounded itself. She knew as well as he did that the longer he continued to pretend to be a woman, the more difficult it would be to stop. The other problem was more pressing and obvious, though. Physically, her father was diminutive in frame and structure, which lent itself to passing very well as a woman, but there were aspects of his body that just was not feminine enough to pass daily scrutiny. He had to face facts: he looked like a very sexy 40 something woman, a MILF in every definition of the term. That would get him far, especially among the single men of the town they were now living in, but he had to be worked on.

She got up from the table and moved to his bedroom, pausing to look into the box with an "X" on it, and she opened it. As suspected, inside were a bunch of lingerie and other things that her mother wore. She wasn't sure if he was ready for the idea of wearing lingerie or makeup, earrings and necklaces were still on the edge of what would be acceptable. A part of her, a big part if she was being honest with herself, relished the idea of playing dressup and modeling. Still, Sarah also had to be honest with herself that it was a bad deal her father was dealt. If people thought he was a woman, there would be no chance for him to find a loving woman to marry again. Maybe we're just looking in the wrong direction?

She picked up one of her mother's bras and noticed that the cup size was just as they had suspected, though given his body structure, it seemed more than a bit on the small side. He complained that it seemed big on him but that was likely due to him not having breasts before. Until she had gotten used to having them, Sarah often told her mother that she was going to be falling all over the place (and in the first few times, she didn't really know how to gauge her distance and would often smack her boobs into something, the pain was very much real.)

Her phone had sizing charts and she put in Arron's sizes and measurements to the best of her knowledge and when it popped out for a woman's size, she whistled low. He complained right now about the size, she was definitely going to have some interesting conversations with him when all was said and done.

Sarah went online and found some breast forms and the necessary skin adhesives and removers, going for a more natural pear-shaped silicon that was skin-tone as close to his natural skin color (makeup could cover whatever needed.) It would be an easy enough fix for the top, though the bottom still bothered her a bit. She didn't know exactly how to deal with that issue, not yet anyway.

Her "mom" would be as top-heavy as her (former) mother but given his shape, she would need to order all new bras as well as restrictive clothing and maybe even trainers for his waist. Hip pads were also on her list, though his ass was shapely enough (and that was a bit of a pain to think he had a nicer ass than she did) to avoid having her to order some. Thank god she was an avid fan of Ru, she was all Sarah needed.

The next thing was to deal with the situation in front of them, that of an identity that would not trip any wires and cause the government to come crashing down on them and hard. She picked up her phone and dialed the number. On the second ring, the line was connected. "Hello?"

"Uncle Tom? It's Sarah."

"Hey, baby doll, what do you need?"

She smiled. "Listen, remember when you offered to help if we needed a 'special makeover' for dad?" She knew, by the silence on the other end, she had him hooked. "So, we have a situation here that may need your expertise..."

[NOTE: Going back to the prior post, tell me if Arron should have his hair dyed Blonde or stay Brunette. This will dictate how his appearance will look and I have image choices, though I won't post it until after the vote comes through. Please vote!]