Jen chuckled at her former brother's new predicament. Sure she was probably stuck being a girl for the rest of her life but then again so was Michelle.
Jen headed downstairs to get something to eat. She was feeling kinda worn out and her new breasts and genitals were kinda sore. Jen wondered if she was feeling the beginning of her first period. She sure hoped not, enough weird things had already happened to her today.
As she walked into the kitchen she saw her mom was just starting to put away some groceries. "Where is Michelle?" Jen's mom asked.
"She is in her room." Jen replied.
Just then as if on cue they both heard crying coming from upstairs.
Jen's mom smiled. "A mother's work is never done." she said before continuing to unpack the groceries.
"She's probably hungry." Jen guesses casually.
"You're probably right." her mom agreed. After taking a few more things out of bags she looked up at Jen again. "Aren't you going to feed her?"
"What? Why can't you feed her?"
"Honey these things aren't really going to get the job done." she said hefting her breasts. "Besides it looks like you could really benefit from feeding her. I'll bring you a dry shirt when I'm done here."
A dry shirt? She looked down at her shirt and noticed the two wet spots over her nipples. Jen was confused until it suddenly dawned on her: she was lactating. Michelle wasn't her new little sister; she was Jen's new daughter!
Jen made her way upstairs, on her way to feed Michelle, wondering the whole way who the father was.
