Their uncle, George

Mariah laughed at the look on Harold's face and playfully flexed her arm a bit. "Damn, should've done this a long time ago."

Harold stepped forward and stood next to his sister, cognizant of just how different in size they were standing next to each other. "Did you see yourself?"

"Kind of hard not to..." she laughed.

The two of them stood there for a moment before he looked at her. "So, you want to be Uncle George for a month?"

Mariah shrugged and looked at her reflection again. "Figured it would be something fun to do. Besides, Uncle George came up with this idea, not me." She looked at her chin closely before standing back straight. "You know George..."

Harold laughed a little, watching his body react in the mirror to the thought of their uncle doing something like this. "What's he doing?"

"Probably two guys at the moment," she laughed in response, taking George's phone and showing him the picture of George's current body form. "Thought it was strange he would do something like that."

He nodded and then sighed before looking at his changed sister. "You're finally going to be able to act on your impulses towards B?" He saw a blush cross Mariah's face and placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. "You at least now can act on it, right?"

Mariah nodded slowly and then looked at her brother. "And you? You're going to be fucking your son?"

Harold thought about that for a moment and then laughed, playfully hefting his breasts in an exaggerated manner. "Yeah, well, these puppies aren't just for feeding babies." He giggled again and sighed. "Looks like I got some of Brooke's mannerisms..."

After getting dressed (giving Mariah some privacy to doing so), the two of them met back downstairs in the kitchen. "Figured you'd like to spend some time away with aunt B so here, she's always wanted to go here." Harold handed Mariah an envelope. "This way, the two of you can spend some 'alone time' without the kids bothering you two."

Mariah nodded gratefully and after placing the wallet into the pocket of his (might as well get used to calling himself "him" and "George") pants, George looked over at the woman in front of him. "What about you?"

Brooke smiled thoughtfully. "I'll manage." She didn't disclose that she had taken the liberty to having pre-ordered some choice lingerie and was currently wearing them underneath the simple sundress she had covered herself with. "Remember, 1 month, okay? We'll meet back here."