David is unsure about it...

David's face blushed and, as you might have expected, his silence betrayed what he had done with his body in the days that he had been up and about. At the very least, he had to have experienced going to the restroom as your mom and seeing what was down there had to be something completely new and foreign to him. That and the fact that sitting up definitely brought attention to the ample rack that your mom's body had (and now so did he, though you were sure not to mention that due to his rather sensitive nature.)

"This is so weird...I keep looking at myself in the mirror when I go...you know...and I see her, I feel like she's going to say something like 'whatcha lookin' at?' and then playfully grab my nose. I laugh, or cough, or sneeze...and it's her, y'know?" David's voice dropped to a whisper and you could see the start of tears forming at the edges of his eyes. "It's hard to think that I'm her...and she's now in your body. I don't know the first thing about all of this..."

You sat there listening for a few moments before you rolled onto your side and looked at him. "We're alive, though...that's gotta count for something, right?"

He sniffled and then slowly nodded his head. "Y-yeah, I guess it does..."

The two of you spent the next few hours talking and just generally chit-chatting. For the nurses coming into the room who didn't know anything about your conditions, it looked like a husband and wife talking and doing natural couple-type conversations. For you, though, it was something else entirely. You weren't exaggerating when you told the doctors how you hadn't really had a relationship with your brother, having becoming something of a shut-in since Intermediate school and leaving you and your sister alone for hours or even days during the breaks from school. You didn't really know how to react or even deal with him which made for awkward situations. The fact that this now made you two connect? Perhaps the doctors weren't all that bad.

After the second checks from the nurses after dinner, you turned and glanced at David, who had still a small smile on his face as he slid the back of the bed down to a lay-flat position and closed his eyes. "Night.."

You just laughed slightly as your brother closed his eyes and adjusted his hair behind him, still not too sure about the length of it being what your mother liked (which was still feminine enough but short, maybe just past her ears.) You remembered David talking about how he liked girls with longer hair and then blushed, realizing that he was now said owner of "hair" and a part of "team girl". You laughed and nodded in agreement. "You can get it longer now, if you want. I think it's your body now, you should do what you want."

A statement like that would've made David cringe or retract into his shell if you had said it earlier in the day. After spending hours talking with you, though, you noticed he just blushed and nodded his head before they had brought dinner into the room. While it was going to be slow to adjust, you thought quietly, it wouldn't be alone for him.

Speaking of adjusting, though, you looked at yourself and blinked at the sudden urge to go. "Shit..."