Your Mother and Father Were Also Shifted. {Perfect Family Thread}

From downstairs a voice calls out to you. "Zero, breakfast is ready!" The voice is deep and masculine, sounding like the voice of a movie star or top athlete. You know that this voice belongs to your mother.

You make your way down the stairs and into the dining room, sitting your plush behind in a chair at the family dinner table. You gaze around at your family, all of them going about their regular morning business. Your sister was sitting next to you at the table, doing some homework for school. Your father sat at the head of the table, smoking his pipe and reading the morning newspaper. And your mother was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the family. This is a scene you have gotten quite used too, but to an outside observer the scene would appear quite strange as your mother and father were shifted into very different bodies.

Much like yourself, they were fortunate enough to shift into bodies that were not very far from home. Your father, Johnathan, had shifted into the body of Olivia Gardner, one of the most popular cheerleaders in your high school. In his old body he was pushing fifty, a balding, pudgy office worker, the textbook definition of a father. Now he's a buxom blonde teen with bombshell curves, perfect hair and tits that are almost as big as yours. Despite all of this, your father doesn't appear to have changed much. His stern yet kind fatherly demeanor was still in place.
Your mother, Mina, had also shifted into a form very much different from her old one. In her original body she was honestly a very plain woman. She was short and mousy, having settled into her place in life and had begun to let herself go a bit. But that was very far from the truth now as she had shifted into Deacon Morris, The big black head quarter back of the local college football team. Now your mother was a towering hunk of a man, her many rippling muscles visible underneath the tight shirts and pants your mother had bought to replace her old unusable wardrobe. She had attempted to return to some semblance of her old life, taking up her old hobbies and routines as best she could. It wasn't easy but she was making it work.
Out of all of your family, your sister Melody had remained Unshifted. She was just a year older than you and was in the midst of her first year of college, staying at home until she could afford a home of her own. She was, admittedly, quite an attractive girl. Her frizzy black hair and tanned skin belied your mother's formerly Latino heritage. You can't really bring yourself to think about her sexually because she is your sister after all and she still has a face you remember growing up with.

Your mother brings over a big tray, packed with food and starts setting it all out on the table. "Dig in every-one!" Her new voice rumbling out of her mouth like storm-clouds. "I made an extra healthy breakfast this morning. Some of us have growing bodies to take care of..." She says this whilst turning toward her husband. "Thank you kindly, Mina! That cafe near work hasn't manged to replace their cook yet so i'll have to have extra today." Your father replies in his sing-song voice, folding up his paper and stamping out his pipe in a nearby ashtray.

The Malone family tucks in to breakfast.