Like a sister

"Damn, after all these years," Harold muttered with surprise as he checked himself out in the mirror. He knew that he was often compared to his father growing up but now, with this reflection in the mirror, he looked a lot like a combination of his mother and father, something that Annabeth would often remark as both a blessing and a curse. Though, if he were honest, his mother did not have the same type of breasts that he now had. He gingerly cupped them and smiled at the weight in his hands. It would be a pain for his back, that was for sure, but they still looked damn good.

He managed to somehow tear his focus away from the mirror long enough to take a picture of himself and uploaded it to XChange in order to complete the file on his new life, managing to not only bring him updated documents and licenses but to also use their software to backdate pictures and documents to a point where his new life was just as detailed as his old one. All in all, technology was amazing.

"You about done there?" called Annabeth from the next room and, judging from how masculine her voice sounded, told her that she was also done changing.

"Just about...now..." he replied, placing the phone on his bed and then walked out of the room and down to the hall. There was a few moments of hesitation when he reached the door and after a few moments, he knocked. "You okay there?" He opened the door and gasped. "Oh my..."