Mom becomes Jennifer

Hours later, after a few more tests were done, there was a knock on your hospital room door.

"Come in..." you called out and looked as the door opened and your mom slowly stepped into the room.

Your mom, Jennifer Conners, was 41 years old and both she and your dad had been childhood sweethearts, playing and growing up in the same neighborhood. It was only a matter of time before the two of them had started dating and the relationship deepened until he had proposed out of college and she had said yes.

Jennifer stood at 5'6", weighed roughly 130 pounds, had her hair long and blonde, kept fit by doing yoga and had started to take walks with your dad around the neighborhood every evening after dinner as part of their routine to keep fit. Your dad had also taken up to going to the gym and worked out three times a week, causing him to become rather cut and bulked up.

"Hey..." she began, looking at you laying there and she flashed a warm smile. "How are you doing?"

You spent the next few minutes talking, the awkwardness you thought would be present was surprisingly missing. Between you and your mom, as Tim, you were always really close and despite the usual teenage angst, you had kept a strong relationship between the two of you going strong. Between your parents, you also understood that they were a strong couple, long together, but you also had a feeling that comfort bred familiarity and your dad had been slipping a bit in terms of their relationship. In fact, as she stood there still talking and laughing, you got the sense she was longing for something.

She wants a physical relationship, your dad's been holding out on that, your mind immediately spat that thought out and you blinked a few times. _You're in this body, you're married to her now, legally...the only people who know who you really are, outside the doctors, are you two... _You wondered about your mom at that point, why had she not told your sister and brother about the procedure. You figured you'd ask her later.

When she paused talking, you reached out and gently took her hand, not pulling her to you or doing anything other than holding it. "How are you holding up, mom?"

She paused, looking at your hand, and then smiled, closing her hand until she felt your fingers entwining with hers. "Don, call me Jen. We're married now, after all."