"He's supposed to wake up soon, right?" a young voice asked.
"You mean she, and yes, she should already be awake. Be patient, Mikey," a stern yet gentle older voice replied, and Jon opened his eyes. His entire family was spread out around his bed, looking at him with varied expressions of sadness, embarrassment and oddly, envy, from Mikey. He quickly, and surprisingly easily, shook off the last remnants of sleep and sat up. He winced as four weights pulled downward on his chest, and looking down, he saw two mountains of flesh, rather larger than he seemed to remember just a week ago, and fatter.
Jon took his mother's offered hand and got out of bed, muttering his thanks and careful to hold his slim shoulders back and at least support his upper pair of breasts. The lower pair hung more loosely, though they did seem to obey his posture more than he'd expected. He was turned toward the mirror, but showed little shock at what he saw: a woman of average height, with beautiful hair, a boyish, even masculine face and four engorged breasts.
His mother broke the silence first. "Here's a specially-made bra for you, honey. I'll help you put it on," she announced, holding up a sturdy-looking bra with four cups and more straps than he suspected a normal one had. She helped him into it, and he sighed with a minute relief he hadn't known before. Mikey was scowling now, and Jon made a mental note to talk to him later.
"Thanks, Mom," he said in a foreign voice he somehow hadn't noticed before, smooth, and deeper than a girl's. Definitely a woman's voice. Before he could ask about other clothes, she handed him a pair of plain white panties from a small stack of clothes waiting on top of his dresser, then jeans and a loose white top which showed more cleavage than she'd probably intended. It seemed fitted to his strange bust. She gestured vaguely to what he recognized as a makeup compact, and he just shook his head. She got the hint and nodded, quickly ushering everyone else out of the room before turning back to Jon.
"There are a lot of things about being a woman that you don't know, and I'll teach you the more, um..." she stopped and smiled awkwardly at him, "necessary ones whenever you're ready. The rest of it can wait until and unless you decide you want to know it. I'm not going to be like one of those mothers in those strange stories who force their new daughters to be prim and proper," Mom laughed.
He nodded in return, smiling and almost laughing himself. "Thank you, Mom. This is really weird. Well, obviously. I'm just gonna walk around the house for a bit and get used to it for now," he said. On an impulse, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an uncomfortable hug and letting go quickly. His breasts were beginning to feel uncomfortable, a strange pressure building in them. "Thanks again, Mom," he said as he walked past her and down the hall to speak with Mikey.
