Supportive

Surprised she takes a step back to take in all the information you have just given her. "So, you are what now? Something like my daughter?" Her expression lightens up with that realization. "How lovely! I always wanted to have a daughter, but for no lack of trying I always ended up with sons. Not that I wouldn’t love them.” Her words are true actually. Back when there was still a dick hanging between your legs, you were the second youngest of four brothers. Your oldest brother already moved out to live with his girlfriend and your youngest brother has just turned eighteen a month ago.

However, this is not the reaction you expected. "Well, mom, it's still me, your son. I didn't want any of this. I was hoping you could help me."

"Oh, sure, you definitely need some help. Just look at you." She shakes her head pitifully at your current state of dress. "Well let's start with your outfit. I might have some stuff I wore when I was younger. Maybe that will fit you even though your measures are a bit different from mine." Not taking any words against that idea, she grabs you by the wrist and leads you to the attic where some boxes with old stuff are standing around. She pulls you towards an old mirror leaning against the raw stone of the chimney.

"Now strip, honey, I need to see what I am dealing with." With a stern and demanding expression your mom turns around to face you. "What are you waiting for? Believe me, you have nothing I haven’t seen a thousand times already. Hurry up now!"

You see the logic behind her words as your baggy clothes really blur the outlines of your new body quite well, but that doesn't mean that undressing in such a strange place and in front of your own mother is a thing you enjoy. Reluctantly you slither out of the male clothes and let your mothers critically judging eyes wander over your body. The cold air of the attic is covering your slender body in goosebumps and making your cute, pink nipples stand hard and perky. You feel so very **** while she circles your naked form.

Finally, she speaks up. "You really are a pretty little thing, aren't you. All that youthful perkiness in your butt and tits. I almost envy you. But these boobs?", she steps behind you. "Don't get me wrong, but they are a little small, aren't they?" Nonchalantly she holds them and jiggles them a bit to show you what she means.

"EEEP, Mom!", defensively you cross your arms over your boobs. "You can't just-" "Oh, don't be so prude. I'm already gone. Stop overreacting, jeez", she turns around to search the boxes for something for you to wear. Meanwhile you are still shocked at just how casually your mother has invaded your privacy. And how aroused even that little touch has made you...