Time to tidy up.

Addie woke up as the afternoon sun tickled her nose. She felt warm and safe and... sticky. Moving slightly, she felt partly dried cum stick to her ass and thighs. As good as it had felt shooting into her, now it felt mainly gross. Looking over at Monica, Addie saw that she was still sleeping and grabbing her daughters hand lightly. Cautiously extricating her hand as to not wake her up, Addie leaned over to give her lover a quick peck on the forehead and crawled off the bed. Monica murmured happily behind her.

Tiptoeing out of the master bedroom, Addie went to the bath in order to clean herself off. The drying jizz on her thighs had to go. As she moved down the hallway, she noticed a faint sloshing feeling in her lower body. Caressing her stomach with one hand, she confirmed that the sensation seemed to indeed come from her womb, as that part of her belly bulged slightly. Had her cervix closed up so tightly that it had kept many of her mother's swimmers inside? The thought put a giddy smile on her face.

Disrobing and stepping into the shower, she kept looking down at her belly and caressing it. Maybe it had worked, maybe she really would get pregnant. Then again, was Addie even able to have kids? And even if, were they ready for a baby? Their relationship as lovers was one day old - as was Addie, for that matter. Also, kids were expensive, and Addie was only just about to finish High School. Even worse, everyone in school knew her only as Adam, as did the state. Right now, she had no way to contribute other than love and support. Wasn't there anything she could do? Addie kept wracking her brain while she showered, trying to think of a way to be more than the hottest lover her mother had ever had.

But when she was done showering, all she had managed to do was make a list of problems she'd have to solve: The most pressing was the fact that the governmental system only knew Adam. Thus, Addie didn't even have a SSN to her name. Secondly, right now she wouldn't even be able to complete her High School career. Not if she didn't manage to somehow convince the school that Adam had spontaneously changed sex. Thirdly, and currently least important, was to find a way to contribute - if she didn't find solutions for the first two points, this would get much harder.

Toweling herself off and putting on a bathrobe, Addie decided to put everything off for a while. Thinking about the consequences of her change had put a bit of a dampener on her mood, and she was feeling much too happy to have this ruined by things she could do nothing about right now. Monica and Addie would figure something out. The bathrobe was still a bit small, but Addie went directly to the garage to get her new wardrobe out of the trunk. Since the garage door was closed, she figured she'd just put on something right there. She decided on a black, semi-sheer ensemble with 1/2 cups - Monica had almost fainted when Addie had modeled it for her. Choosing the outerwear was a bit more complicated; there was just so much, and she loved all of it! In the end, she went with an outfit that Monica had liked because of its balance of modesty and allure: Addie slid a pair of light blue, thigh-high socks up her soft legs, put on a off-white, pleated miniskirt that left juuust a little skin showing between its hem and the socks, completing the look with a simple white button-up shirt with a high collar - thin enough for her black bra to be ever-so-slightly visible through the fabric. The combined thickness of the fabric was enough to not have her nipples on full display, but only just - a fact that gave Addie a delicious thrill.

Looking at herself in the reflection on the car windows, Addie smiled and nodded. Gorgeous is as gorgeous does! Gathering the rest of the bags as well as the bathrobe, Addie went to the kitchen to drink something and maybe grab a bite to eat. After putting the bags on the ground, Addie poured herself a glass of orange juice, but before she could drink more than a few gulps, the doorbell rang.