I could be my own aunt...

Harold smiled broadly as he checked his reflection in the mirror. He could definitely see the traces of his maternal grandmother in the woman looking back at him, from the blonde hair and broad eyes to the color of his skin. He did, though, feel that the breasts he now was supporting with his own hands was something that wasn't a common thing, the women on his mom's side were not as endowed. Nor, from the look behind him, anywhere near the shape of the ass he now supported. "Damn, girl, you look fine," he whispered to himself and giggled again.

He managed to tear his attention from reviewing and ogling himself to pick up his phone and snapped several facial pictures and then sent them to the XChange Agency through SMS upload. IT was the last feature that was needed to complete the documents and he was already impressed by the way that they were not only taking his current picture and editing it to make new adult documents, they were going back to creating a whole history from the time he would've first entered into school until now. Very well played, he must admit, but the chunk of change they placed on the project, one would expect almost this level of service and accuracy.

"How are things going there?" Annabeth called from the other room down the hall, her voice also changed and letting him know that she had also just finished with the changing process. It was deep, very masculine from the sound of things, and his curiosity piqued, Harold placed the phone back down on the bed before he turned and walked out of the room.

"I just sent my picture to XChange. Did you?"

When she didn't respond, Harold reached the door and opened it. "B? Did..oh my..."