The rest of the day

Having spent a good portion of the day **** or asleep in bed, the sun is already down when you head downstairs. You watch TV and try to ignore your best to ignore your new body while your mother prepares dinner.

"Dinner's ready honey!" she calls to you, and you turn off the TV and head for the dining room. The simple act of getting up from the sofa and moving to another room is sufficient to remind you of the drastic changes you've experienced today. Your weight, height, and muscle mass are all different than you expect. "How long it will take until this feels like my body?", you wonder. "On second thought, I'm not sure I ever _want _this to feel like my body."

You feel your breasts sway slightly with each step as you enter the dining room. As you prepare to take your seat, your mother brings out empty plates for the both of you before setting a bowl of salad in the center of the table. Mixed greens with a bit of grilled chicken and a light dressing.

"Salad, mom? Is that all were having?" you ask.

"I know this is an adjustment, but I think its time you started eating healthier considering your new body. No more pizza and burgers every night," she explains as she uses the tongs to place a small helping on your plate.

You groan unhappily and stab at your salad with a fork.

Saying nothing, you both begin to eat your salads. After a few minutes of silence your mother breaks the ice with some small talk and by the end of dinner you two are deep in conversation. She tells you a story about her freshman year at college and for a moment you even start looking forward to having some good experiences of your own next year.

"There's a good movie on TV in 15 minutes, want to watch it with me sweetie?" she asks as she clears the table and carries the plates to the kitchen sink.

"Sure mom", you reply.

"Okay, while I rinse off these dishes, how about you go upstairs and get changed for bed. Check inside the dark blue shopping bag in your room."

Heading up stairs and into your room, you spot the blue bag and check inside.

You had hoped, perhaps even expected, to find simply a pair of comfy pajama pants and a long sleeved t-shirt or something along those lines. Dumping the bag out onto your bed, you found only a single item, all black made of thin stretchy fabric.

Holding the item against your body, it looks like some kind of bathing suit. Frankly you didn't know much about women's clothing. Why would you after all? But you could tell right away that you would be showing a lot more skin wearing this thing than your jeans and t-shirt. Wearing those had been weird enough, and you had quickly gotten used to it, but this was too much.

Stuffing the garment back into its blue bag, you opened up your bottom dresser drawer and grabbed some cotton pajama pants and a Radiohead t-shirt from your closet. After struggling to unclasp your bra, you put quickly put on the shirt and pants. They were pretty baggy on you, but at least they were comfortable. As you half-run down the steps and make your way into the living room, you find that your mom Jane has the TV on and is fiddling with the remote.

"What are you wearing Natalie?" she asks.

"What? I'm wearing pajama's, obviously," you reply.

"You shouldn't be wearing those sweetie."

"What? Why can't I wear this?" you ask, not sure why your mother was making a thing out of this.

"Because you are a girl, actually a woman, now, and you need to get used to dressing properly."

"Come on, mom! Its just a pair of baggy pajamas. Just let me wear these."

While your mother was always sweet, she wasn't willing to accept disobedience either. Now raising her voice, "You go back up to your room and change into what I bought you young woman!"

"Jeez. Fine. Whatever." you reply, recognizing that nothing good will come from arguing further. Back in your room you reluctantly strip naked and grab the garment from its bag. Sighing heavily to yourself, you slip it on.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you blush instinctively. You fight the urge to throw on a pair of basketball shorts or anything else that would cover your pale cheeks, fearing what your mother might do or say if you disobey her further.

Slowly trudging down the stairs, you feel the cool air of the first-floor central air conditioning flowing over your exposed skin. Reminding yourself that there is no one else here but your mother, you try to suppress your discomfort at showing some skin. You knew this shouldn't be a big deal, your mother had seen you naked just earlier today, but the whole thing was still weird.

Downstairs you find your mother in the kitchen.

"Oh look at my gorgeous daughter? Don't you feel better wearing something that fits you properly?" she tries to prod you into relaxing a bit but it doesn't really help.

"No mom..." you reply.

"Well since you've been such a good girl today, do you want something to drink while we watch the movie?"

"A beer?" you ask. It was only on very rare occasion that you mom was cool with letting you drink around her, and to be honest it was rare for you to drink outside of the house either.

"That has too many carbs honey. You can have a glass of white wine, same as me, okay?"

"Okay mom." You would have to settle for second best, but you were still looking forward to watching the movie.