Going Home

Pulling up to the house was an... Interesting experience. It's not like I hadn't been here in years but there was just something in the air that was strange. Maybe it was just years of unease from my Step-Dad trying to **** a father-son relationship when all he was to me was Glen or thinking back to times with Jason as a teen and now seeing him in a different light, or a different angle. Or maybe it's just dread of facing off with Mom and how shell reacts to my current body. But not just that. I still hadn't quite gotten used to how much bigger things were in my new form. The perception shift had me seeing things in a way I hadn't in many years. The tree branches I use to swing on until I got too big and one snapped could once again hold my weight. The lines in the pavement that I use to step in a single stride were now too large for that. If I wanted to step solely on the cracks I would need to almost jump, just like I used to as a kid. Even the red wooden door seemed to tower over you as you reached the doorstep. Last chance to back out...

I knock on the door and hear someone moving around until the lock clicks and the door opens to reveal my Mom. Well, not exactly my Mom. Sure, she had the same face, and the same hair, but what was new was two massive additions to her chest. "Who are you?" Her question snaps me out of my oogling and I just look at her, preparing for the worst. "Hey Mom." it takes her a second before she realizes what I mean and I watch as she rushes through a flurry of emotions. Confusion, shock, anger, and reflection, but she seems to settle on an unhappy acceptance. "Well, come in. We don't want the neighbors to talk." She turns and walks further into the house, leaving the door ajar which I take as permission to enter. No yelling? No screaming? Not even an "X-Change is unnatural!"? Huh... I walk into the hallway but remain uneasy, feeling like a trap is waiting for me. I can hear her calling ahead. "Honey, Alex is here." I round the corner into the living room and am once again caught off guard by my Step-Dad's appearance. Unlike my mother, a lot more had changed about him. Where there was once bald with a sad combover was now a full head of thick hair. And gone was his beer gut, now was a flat stomach with what looked like abs against his fitted shirt. I hadn't once seen him work out but now it looked like his entire body was rippling with muscle, like a male model, the peak of physical perfection. I stared wide-eyed until I managed to squeak out "Hey Glen." This time it was his turn to go through emotions starting again with shock but moving quickly on to an almost analytical survey from head to toe, and finally seemed to be impressed. "Wow. Looking good kiddo." I felt myself grimace. I hate when he calls me that. My Mom glared at him and stormed next to him. "Is that all you're going to say to him? He took one of those girly pills!" But he just gave her a look of befuddlement. "Really? What do you want me to say? It's not like we've got a leg to stand on here." Wait, what? No, they didn't, did they... "Have you guys taken X-Change?" My Mom gasped at the accusation. "Absolutely not! I would never take one for those things!" But Glen just let out a laugh. "You were more than happy to take what gave you those." He came up behind them and wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her big tits. I could see the Mom wanted to be mad but I guess Glen knows what he doing. I'm lost. I'm very lost. I'm watching my Mom get fondled by her husband while they talk about taking X-Change. Or not taking it. Or taking something? "What the hell is going on?"