Both you and your mother are discharged with a full bill of health

Once again having to hide your embarrassment and discomfort from your mom after the two of you had separated from the embrace, you talked a little about some of the logistics of this secret you were going to have to keep and how you would be unable to tell your best friend Randall or Allison, or anyone like that, as well as the fake funeral that was inevitably going to come (fake in the sense that your mother wasn't dead, but in a way you supposed you were actually burying her body, which made the whole idea seem quite unsettling). You also spoke a little about Amb...Stephanie's life, your mom informing you, from what she'd gleaned from Dr. Saunders, that she seemed to have little to no contact with her own parent's (her father having left when she was very young) or her sister who lived in another state, which hopefully would make things easier, not having to worry too much about interaction with another family. Though, while she was talking she did show a little remorse over the obvious fact that Stephanie was now dead and her family and friend's would be none the wiser, wishing to herself that things might have worked out differently, but of course realizing that this really was the only way.

She also began to make mention of a house that Stephanie owned somewhere out in the suburbs, and that she'd probably need to take a trip out there to find certain things like her drivers license, passport etc., as well as clothes (certain that her own would never fit her new pneumatic figure), though at the same time admitting that she was slightly **** due to what other things she might find there.

This was when your dad returned with Dr. Saunders in tow, carrying a clipboard in his hand with numerous papers attached, much like the ones you'd seen earlier when you'd woken up. Pleased that you were up and out of bed and seemingly recovering well (though even more pleased that you'd agreed to keeping everything a secret), Saunders then got you to sign the documents and after a few quick basic tests, assured both you and your parents that you were fit and healthy enough again to return home, subscribing you a small amount of medication just for the initial couple of days to come.

As for your mom, he informed her that she was almost ready to go home too, needing only a quick visit from the neurologist (as your father had previously mentioned) for a few final checks, which could happen anytime she was ready and asking if perhaps the best time might be now.

"Now would be perfect," your mother told him, clearly looking forward to getting out of her hospital room and back home as soon as possible, as were you, "That way we can all head home together." Turning then towards your dad, asking him if he'd brought your clothes with him so that you could get dressed and ready while she was with the neurologist, indicating down towards the small suitcase he was now holding (and had presumably gotten from the car while you and her were talking).

"Yeah, I brought them," he said, stepping forward and holding up the bag, "I uh, I brought you some as well, but uhm...I didn't know exactly what would fit so I just piled in a load of stuff."

"That's okay," she replied, "I'm sure whatever you brought will do fine."

"Well it's got to at least a damn sight better than what she was wearing," he then snidely remarked, glancing over at the chair in the corner that had (what you assumed to be) Amber's clothes neatly folded on top; spotting a white crop top, an extremely large lacy pink bra and matching panties, blue leggings, a large pink handbag, and a pair of black leather stiletto heeled boots sitting on the floor below. There was an awkward silence for a moment after he'd said this, with nobody being entirely quite what to say, as you and Dr. Saunders glanced uncomfortably at one another and your father suddenly realized how aggressive and insensitive that must have sounded. "Uh, sorry..." he weakly apologized, placing the bag down beside your mother's bed, "Here, uh, here you go Jen."

Putting on an obviously pretend smile, your mother thanked him and he then quickly shuffled you off out of the door, telling you to, "C'mon Tim, you'd better go get dressed. Lets leave Dr. Saunders and your mother to it."

Returning to your room and putting on the clothes he had brought you, your mind couldn't help but linger on the apparent disdain it seemed your father had for your mother's new body; calling her a 'whore' earlier on now this, not being a particularly good sign of things to come. You really had to hope that it didn't last, and that he got over what ever hatred or disgust he was seemingly still holding onto from both Amber's appearance and her line of work, aware that if he didn't, then things would become a whole lot more complicated, and it would make this already crazy mess even more difficult to cope with (and not just for your parents either).

After finishing getting dressed, you and your dad then sat outside your mother's room, waiting for the neurologist to finish his tests, which fortunately didn't take too long; the guy being in and out in about twenty five minutes, being apparently under the impression that this was just a regular patient he was seeing, and none the wiser to the brain transplant. After he was gone and happy with whatever scans it was he'd took, Dr. Saunders went over a few final things with your father while you remained seated and waited for her to get dressed.

The door finally opened about ten minutes later. "Well they're not the best fit," your mother said, "But I guess they'll have to do for now.", referring of course to the outfit, her now slim, giant breasted body was now decked out in, as she finished repacking clothes in the suitcase. "This is all I could wear from my clothes you brought from home," she told your father. "At least that wasn't indecent on this body, " she added sheepishly.

She had barely managed to squeeze into a pair of old jeans and a too-tight top. "I'm glad you grabbed these flip flops. All my shoes are too big now. And I'm giving up trying to get this sweater on," she said in frustration, tugging at the top hanging on her neck.

"Looks okay to me," you told her, supportively, standing up off your seat, admittedly finding it slightly odd seeing her now, noticing how much short erAmber's body was than your mother's now that she was standing; looking to be at least a 4 inch difference in their heights, standing now 5'4" at most.

"Thanks, but I can tell you're lying," she smiled, clearly appreciating the gesture then heading over to your dad and the doctor.

Hanging back, you listened to the three of them now discussing what comes next for your mother and for the family, and what to do if any problems should arise, Saunders passing your mom his personal contact number and instructing her to call him on it she wanted to arrange any further meetings or checkups with either him or Dr. Kerry (obviously wanting to keep the hospital out of things as much as possible). Thanking the doctor for everything he'd done, your mom and dad then shook his hand and said their goodbyes, before the three of you headed down the corridor and out of the hospital towards the car park , no doubt looking like quite a sight as you did. You, doing your **** best to avoid glancing at your mother's heaving chest as it bounced and jiggled around distractingly beside you. Your father, doing his best to avoid any kind of eye contact with her at all, seeming even more uncomfortable now that he was outside the anonymity of her hospital room. And finally your mother, who appeared extremely self conscious to be walking around in public looking like she did, receiving quite a few stares as she went past, something she certainly wasn't used to, and that definitely seemed to unnerve her (although she was doing her best to hide it).