They answered ashamed

You had just asked, as you noticed your mom's and sister's expressions change. Suddenly they looked unsure, disconcerted and ashamed. "We ...", Alison began and looked over to her mother, but didn't continue.

"We didn't planned to look like this, when we went to our preliminary discussion for our surgeries.", your mother filled in.

"Yes, yes! We didn't plan all this.", Alison affirmed. "Mom just wanted to get a little face-lift and I wanted just a small breast augmentation. And now look at us. Mom got the breasts, and I got a totally reshaped face."

You thought that the summary was way to short for their changes, but also dead-on. Your mother had gotten huge breasts and looked more like a sexed-up younger version of herself or like a daughter. Compared to that Alison was barely recognizable. Her face had gotten totally changed. If you didn't knew that that woman was Alison, you wouldn't recognize her. "But how ...?

"Well ..." ,your mother began. "During our preliminary discussion Dr. Jackson ... convinced us to not hold on our intention, but let her go wild and get the most out of our bodies."

You looked over to your sister. She nodded in agreement. "How did she convince you?"

Again they both blushed. "Let's say, she had some very good and hard to deny arguments.", your mother replied trying to around a direct answer. Somehow you felt like she was trying to hide something, and it weren't her nipple poking through her black dress.

You looked over to Alison again. Her eyes looked a little dreamy, as she affirmed her mothers statement once again. "Yes, some very hard to deny and really good arguments." Her already perky nipples looked like they got even bigger and her face looked like she was kissing something, but after just a second it returned to normal, so you weren't sure if you did really see it or if your mind was playing a trick on you.

"What about you, Alex?", your mom asked. "Is everything alright with you?"

The sudden change of topic took you by surprise. So it took you a few seconds to reply. "Yes, everything ist alright. Dr. Jackson had checked on me just a little while ago and said that everything was looking good."

"Dr. Jackson?", Alison asked somehow surprised.

"Yes, Dr. Jackson.", you replied. "Why do you ask?"

"No real reason, just wanting to make sure I heard right.", Alison answered, but it felt more like she was somehow defending herself.

Somehow you felt like your mother and sister weren't telling you everything, like they were trying to hide something. But you didn't had a clue what it might be, and you didn't wanted to think about it at that moment. You wanted to get back home. "Ok, with that talked about, can we go home?"

"Yeah, sure.", your mother replied quickly, again as if she wanted to hide something. "Let us three gir ... family go back home."

You left the room, followed by your mom and sister. Did your mother just tried to call you a girl? Why would she? Sure, she knew that you planned to spend the rest of the internship looking like a girl and she knew. But why wouldn't she? Did she try to not call you a girl to remind herself that you were her son and not her daughter? In case you were right, you thanked her. Even when you would spent the 4 month of the internship after your recovery dressing up as a girl, you were a boy, both in body an heart. And nothing would change that.

As you left the hospital your mother and sister kept whispering behind you. You couldn't understand a word, mainly because your bandages and face mask were blocking the little you would have heard. "What are you whispering about behind my back?"

"Nothing!", Alison quickly responded and looked like she was caught doing something she shouldn't.

"We just asked ourselves how your father would react when he would see us like this?", your mother quickly added.

"He would get a heart attack for sure.", you said. "I mean, how would you react, when you discover your wife suddenly looking like a younger and bustier version of herself? And your daughter looking nothing like she used to?"

"Or your son doing his internship as sexy nurse.", Alison returned.

"Yeah, you are right." You turned around and continued walking. Your sister's statement made you remember you didn't had told your father anything about the internship or your accident. And you weren't sure you should. He wouldn't be home for another couple of years. So he had no chance of getting to know anything about you dressing up like a girl for the internship, as long as your mother and sister didn't say a word. And you guessed they wouldn't with themselves having changed so much.