Tim knocks on the door

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door behind you sounded as someone pounded it, this startled you, as you flinches your new breasts bounced a little, which caused a small smirk to appear on your face.

"Tracy are you in there?" A voice came from behind the door, one you recognised as your former son.

"Yes, just... er... having a rest." You stuttered the words, still sounding alien as they escaped your lips.

"Why does he has to cut our session short?" you lamented sarcastically. "Shame we'll have to pick this up later." You pushed your perky tits together with your elbows meeting in the middle.

Giggling to yourself mischievously you turned quickly picking up your bra that you's rudely discarded a few moments prior.

"Nice bra, shame it fell off so... easily." examining the polka dots, you shook her head and began dressing again, making sure you spent your time enjoying the feeling of caressing your chest and butt as you put her underwear back where it was.

Grabbing your clothes and clumsily throwing them over yourself, you made your way towards the entrance, not missing the chance to check yourself out in the mirror before you left.

As you exited you caught a glimpse of Tim entering his room, you promptly follwed, your hips naturally swaying as you sauntered behind him.

Tim's room wasn't anything special, it had a boyish twinge, with a couple of video game posters, and a calendar of scantily-clad women that had been purchased as a Christmas present from Tim's best friend.

You found your former son sat on his bed, and his attention was concentrated on his phone.

"What did you want, Honey?"

'Honey'

"Honey?" Tim repeated, his confused expression did not ome as a surprise to you.

"Yeah, new pet name?" Attempting to pass off the honey as a joke was a trial that was too difficult to pass.

"Okay, no, are you okay?" Tim asked intrusively.

"No actually, I'm not feeling so well, I'm going to go home."

"Okay, text me when you get there?"