Like an Aunt

Harold paused for a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror and despite his best efforts, all he could do was stare and look at his new body in the mirror. He didn't tell Annabeth that he had managed to snag their grandmother's hair from one of the old items left in the attic and had sent it in to the XChange people, almost on a larc, but now as he looked at his reflection, he couldn't help but be reminded about how much of a resemblance he had to her. Paternal grandmother, that is, not that sack of shit that was currently wiltering away in a retirement home, oblivious to the rest of the world. After a lifetime of misery and disfunction, he was almost happy that she was stuck there. Almost, that is, except for the bills that he was footing for her care.

Well, WAS would be more appropriate.

Still, he looked to the right and then to the left before he nodded again and snapped a picture with the camera they provided him, pausing to upload it to the server for their records...

...and then turned when he heard Annabeth's voice from outside. Her masculine voice.

"You okay back there?"

"Yeah," he called back, internally loving the sound of his now very distinctly feminine voice. "Are you?"

"Yup, I'm all set."

Harold nodded at his reflection and then walked out, not really caring that he was completely nude (nothing in his bedroom would've fit him anyway) and opened the door to her room. He took a step or two inside and then stopped, looking at the figure in front of him. "Holy..."