Returning home

The next few days were difficult to maintain some sense of normalcy in front of one set of nurses while working with the smaller group that were in the know of your condition, despite their super nice demeanor in keeping you comfortable and as close to sane as possible. You took some time to visit with your mom while David, having encountered his body talking to him and calling him "mom", had suffered a slight relapse and shrunk back into his shell. Tabitha did her best to talk with your parents, though she admitted it was still weird to know that it was mom and dad in your and David's old bodies. All you could go was be grateful to your sister for pulling her weight with all of this.

You too needed to do something.

It was part of your regime to get up out of the bed and walk around, the sensation of being older and taller in your dad's body was something that you were coming around to and adapting, though you still would never really get over the fact that you, for better or worse, were now in the body that contributed to making you. Your brother was in the other half of the equation, the physical body having borne you into this world after carrying and forming you for 9 months. David was now in that body, having every single moment being reminded that he was now in your mom's adult female body, breasts and hips and all. Hell, you weren't sure if he had even gotten to second base with his girlfriend before the accident. Now, rather begrudgingly, you had to admit that he had beaten you to the finishline in being able to feel breasts and a pussy. Tabitha had rolled her eyes and hit you for that one when you told her. David, though he had winced slightly at that, also smirked and rolled his eyes in the same way your mom did when your dad would tell his infamous one-liners.

On the day of your release, Tabitha grumbled about having to be stuck in the hospital a few more days for observation on her leg, you glanced at the bag of clothes set out for you. It was nothing major, something simple that Kerry and Saunders had managed to get based on the clothes your family had worn on the night of the accident. A simple polo shirt and khakis for you. After a few weeks of hospital gowns, the sensation of something fitting your body felt good and you quickly laced up your shoes. A glance over at David, though, told you that he was not as appreciative as you were about the endeavor.

"Shit...shit shit shit..." he muttered and you nodded, knowing that Tabitha was supposed to be helping him out with the clothes but since she was undergoing x-rays at the time, you were left to help in whatever way you could. "Do you mind?" he whispered and after you nodded your head, turned his back to you.

It took all the self-control you could muster not to ogle the sight of your mother's bare back as your brother stood there, looking embarrassed and flushed, the back of the dress unzippered and resting barely on his shoulders. You gulped, then took a breath, before you reached out and zipped it up to the top. "There..."

"Thanks..." he whispered, still not affording to look at you before the door to the room opened and a nurse looked at the two of you. "We're ready..."

"The doctors will call you when your children are ready to be released, shouldn't be more than a few days at the most." She handed you the discharge paperwork and smiled. "If there's any other complications, please do not hesitate to contact us, okay?"

You nodded and turned. "Ready, Jen?"

Your brother looked at you for a moment before nodding his head. "Y-yes, let's get going...Da-Don..."