Celeste and Diana Hodgkins, daughter and mother (trans, lesbian, , bimbofication)

(Changing to third person, because it makes a little more sense, and is easier with the perspective shift.)

Celeste

Celeste groaned as she reached for her phone and turned the alarm off.

God, that ring's annoying. I gotta change it at some point.

She dragged her lethargic body out of bed. Her long, brunette hair was very messy and she pushed it out of the way of her eyes as she headed to the shower. She took her her sleep T-shirt (a grey shirt with a rainbow flag on it) and panties off as she did so, leaving her completely nude.

She stopped briefly in her bathroom mirror to check on her nude form. She rubbed and squeezed her nipples and flopped her dick around for a bit. She looked a bit closer in the mirror.

She had been transitioning for about a year now, and she could've sworn her breasts were a little smaller last night. She still had decently sized breasts at A-cups, but they seemed a little bigger in the mirror today.

Trick mirror, probably.

The 19-year old continued to pose in the mirror. She was distinctly average with her rectangular body type and small breasts, her average ass, and her face with her big blue eyes. Celeste was still a little shy about her face, which didn't help her dysphoria (even though most people said she passed.)

She stepped into the shower, and slowly began to clean herself. She carefully moved the soap around her body, rubbing it, and making sure each and every part was cleaned. She also considered masturbating. It was something she did on occasion, just to liven things up and to keep her penis functioning, believe it or not. At least that's what the doctor said. However, she didn't quite feel up to it. Maybe later on, when she was a lot more tired.

She finished her shower business, and quickly put on another t-shirt (a t-shirt with an old Hulk cover, drawn by Herb Trimpe) and some booty shorts, and ran downstairs. Lucky for her, she didn't have to work today until 4 PM.

She got down to the kitchen and saw her mother Diana, in one of her detective suits. Grey single breasted suit with a green button-up shirt underneath.

Diana

Diana was making her morning coffee when her daughter came down the stairs. Gina turned and smiled. She scratched a bit of her very short, spiky white blonde hair and turned back to the coffee, as Celeste grabbed a bowl, poured milk and cereal into it, and heated it up.

After her divorce, she had put on a few pounds, which showed. Still, at age 42, she was somewhat attractive, with her soft face and especially her D-cup breasts, held by a plain grey bra.

She finished the coffee, added some milk, and sat down next to her daughter.

"So, you don't have to be at the store until 4 PM"

"Yeah. That's just how they give us hours. Just whenever, you know."

"Well, at least I won't be home alone. I actually have to work all day." Diana was a police detective for the city

"Hm. Any case in particular?"

"Just some robbery cases and a bar fight. Law and Order makes it seem so much more glamorous, but there aren't really a lot of **** cases."

"Well, hopefully, it doesn't get to that." The two ladies chuckled.

"Hey, I know you're on break from college, but if you need a break, I'm always there."

"Thanks mom."

As they ate, Celeste paused and stared at her mother.

"Hey, mom."

"Hm?"

"Are you breasts... a little bigger today."

"Hey, settle down! Not answering that"

"Not in that way, but they just look bigger. It looks almost like a C- or D- shape."

"That's how they are. I don't see the problem."

Celeste took another glance, and took another sip of her cereal.

"Maybe I didn't see it right."

"Yeah, maybe."

Diana and Celeste finished their food, and Diana left for work. Diana looked at herself in the rear mirror. Diana hadn't been taking care of her health at all, and that definitely needed to change.

Luckily, she only had a few pounds to lose, which shouldn't be hard, given she's been exercising more.

Actually, it seemed that there weren't a few extra pounds, at least that seemed to be. ACtually, it was three pounds.

Acutally, it was one pound.

Diana shrugged off the suden exercise and continued onto her work as a police detective.