She's going to stay at home and pretend she's a distant cousin.

"I don't...I don't understand," you told her somewhat flustered, not entirely grasping what she was getting at and thinking the idea absolutely insane. "Why would you want people to think you're dead?"

"Because it will make thinks so much easier for everyone," she told you, explaining as calmly and as concisely as she could. "There are numerous legal and medical ramifications that we'd all have to deal with if word got out and people realized that I'm not really Stephanie, but more importantly we'd have news cameras and reporters and everything else hounding us all day and all night, trying to catch a glimpse of this freak who's brain ended up inside another woman's body. It would be a complete and utter nightmare, and out lives would no longer be our own."

This was of course a fact that you hadn't even considered yet, little realizing the massive cultural impact the transplant would have. Thinking about it now though and hearing your mother explain, you realized that she was 100% right; you're entire lives would be turned upside down. You wouldn't be able to go to school, go to the mall or do anything without someone recognizing you as the son of the woman who's brain was inside a porn star. It would be awful!

"I don't know about you, but I know I couldn't live like that," your mother continued, sounding very adamant now, "and I wouldn't want you or your brother and sister to live like that either, which is why, at Dr. Saunders' suggestion, we've all decided to pretend that I died, and for me to carry on living out Stephanie's life." This however, didn't make quite as much sense as the rest of it did. Was your mom really suggesting that she was going to spend her days as a porn star?!

"You're can't be serious?" you said, scoffing slightly as if this was all some kind of joke, "You're gonna actually take over Amb.- - that woman's life?"

Seeing your obvious concerns, your mom quickly put your mind to rest, telling you, "Well not every aspect of it obviously. I think it's pretty apparent just from looking at me, even without receiving all that background information from the doctors, that Stephanie lived a very different kind of lifestyle than I did.", referring of course to her life as an adult entertainer without just coming right out and saying it (your mom not being the type to openly talk about sex or the kinds of lewd acts that Amber Knights clearly got up to). "No, what I mean is, I'm going to simply take her name and her identity, and pretend for the time being at least, as your father and I have already discussed, that I'm a distant cousin whose staying at the house for my...for Jennifer's funeral. The rest of the details we can figure out later."

"It's...it's for the best, son," your dad added, from the back of the room, still hanging around nervously beside the door, "For all our sake's."

"You do understand, don't you sweetheart? I know it'll be difficult, pretending that I've died, but the alternative will be so much worse."

"I guess so..." you replied, not 100% convinced, but glad at least that your mom wasn't actually planning on becoming 'Amber Knights' (that being a though that was just too wrong for words).

"Then you'll sign the papers and keep this a secret?"

"If it really is the only option, then of course I'll sign them," you agreed, genuinely wanting to do what was best for everyone.

"I'm glad," she smiled, finally letting go of your hand, and adding that, "Everyone else has already signed, and Dr. Saunders has agreed to pay out a considerable amount of money to the family as compensation for whats happened. So at least that will help us out a little going forward."

Clearing his throat in the background, your father, looking rather uncomfortable again, just as he had during your question and answer session back in your room, suddenly spoke up and said, "I think I'll uh, go find the doctor now and tell him. I think he's pretty anxious to get everything signed," wasting no time as he pulled the door open, "I'll be back in a bit."

"Okay, Paul. Thanks," your mom said as you both watched him leave, aware that getting papers signed wasn't the sole reason he'd gone.

Your mother it seemed had also jumped to the same conclusion that you had, leaning forward a little as the door swung shut and telling you softly, with a glint of sadness in her eyes, "I think your father is having a hard time with all this. I'm not even sure he can stand to be in the same room as me for longer than five minutes."

"What? No. No, way," you quickly responded, aware that what she was saying was probably true, but trying to spare her feelings, doing your best to cover for him as you told her, "He probably just wants to get all the messy paperwork out of the way. Y'know Dad, always going on about how important filling out forms probably and paying bills is and stuff."

"I do know him, Tim. I've been married to him for twenty years," she replied, not buying any of this for a second, "Believe me I know when he's not himself, and right now he really isn't." She had you there, and you knew really there wasn't anything you could say to convince her otherwise, your mom being way more observant than you ever were. Though she was obviously trying not to appear too upset about this, there was definitely something melancholic now about the way she spoke, as she then told you, "Not that I blame him though, this whole thing...me looking like this, it's such a huge upheaval on all of us. It's no wonder he's struggling to cope." Pausing and looking back up at you, as if suddenly realizing how negative she was beginning to sound, she quickly changed tact, informing you instead with a hopeful smile, "But don't worry, I'm sure he'll work things out soon for himself and realize that I'm the same person he married all those years ago."

"Yeah. I'm sure he will," you agreed, forcing a bit of a smile yourself and hoping she was right.

After a brief pause while you both thought about this, your mother then clasped your hand in hers again, turning the conversation back onto you and asked, "And what about you? I know you're putting on a brave face for my benefit, but are you really okay with all this? With having a mom who now looks like...well like this," indicating towards her appearance, before letting go of your hand and waving hers in front of her mammoth chest, "with these things. Cause I mean, I realize how off putting this must be for you."

This question was of course kind of embarrassing, and having your mom draw attention to her huge breasts didn't really help much either, and although you wanted to be truthful and admit that seeing her looking like an incredibly hot and slutty porn star was really, really weird, and a very hard thing to try and ignore (making even the act of being in the same room as her a rather uneasy and conflicting experience), you really didn't want your mother to think you were that kind of guy. You especially didn't want her to know that you'd seen this woman before online and watched many a video of her playing with herself and getting fucked by not just one, but multiple people as well, masturbating furiously while you had, that being a conversation that was too awkward and embarrassing even for words. So instead you tried to play it safe, hoping your mom wouldn't see through you as easily as she had your dad.

"I'll admit it is kind of weird," you told her, not wanting to seem blasé, but not wanting to reveal everything either, settling instead on, "I mean for one thing, you look like you're not really all that much older than me...apart from all the surgery and stuff that is." Blushing ever so slightly as you made reference to not only her lips (and whatever else Amber had had done) but her boob job too, and hoping that she hadn't noticed, you quickly directed the conversation elsewhere, into less 'tricky' areas; "But I'm sure I'll get used to it. I'm sure we all will," you said, recalling something she'd previously said about your dad, "Don't worry mom, I still know who you are."

This made her break into a big smile (and even with those bee stung lips, it was a beautiful smile). "Aw, thanks sweetheart," she said, reaching her arms out towards you and pulling you in close, "Here, come give your 'new' mom a hug."

Though it felt nice to be hugging your mother again, and although you had just told her that basically everything would be alright, you still couldn't help but notice the dramatic differences between the two woman; no longer feeling your mom's slightly plump, cushiony soft flesh, and smelling her distinctive, comforting scent, instead being more than aware of the two watermelon sized lumps pressing up against you, as well as a slightly exotic, musky aroma that even the strong disinfectant smell of the hospital couldn't get rid of.