What about the family?

Aw, crap, John thought as she threw on some clothes, how was she going to explain this to her family? By now, they'd be getting ready for their respective days and eating breakfast at the table. They weren't going to take kindly to a random futanari stranger waltzing up to the table like she lived there.

John looked in the mirror. She supposed that her facial structure looked close enough to how it used to be that they might be confused enough to at least let her explain before they called the cops on her impatient ass. Perhaps...a demonstration was in order? Yes, if John could get a chance to pull off a change on one of her family members, maybe that'd be enough to convince them that she was who she said she was.

Or she could change herself back. No. Hell no. That most definitely was NOT an option. Not now when John could finally see her dick again, even with two new chesticles. No, John was going to confront her family like this, and damn the consequences.

John stood in front of her bedroom door, she reached for her doorknob and then stopped, heart pumping a frenzied beat in her throat. Once she was out that door, John would have to face whatever came her way, good or bad. Was she ready for that?

No, but it beat standing here, pondering anxiety-inducing what-ifs. John took the plunge and pulled her bedroom door open, marching into the hallway with what she hoped exuded confidence. Her room was roughly in the middle of the hallway, with it continuing to more bedrooms and a bathroom to the left, and the stairway leading down to the living room to the right.

John could hear someone in the bathroom - the door was open and the faucet running. She also heard the distant sounds of conversation and dining from downstairs.