"And then she was like, 'Let's just be friends.' I mean, are you kidding me? After all that. Girls are such teases, man."
"Uh huh." David hadn't heard a thing his brother said. He was still staring at his dad's latest bizarre transformation. Steve looked up from his paper.
"You OK son? You look a little out of it."
"Huh?" He shook his head. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Guess I didn't sleep so great." He knew it was useless freaking out over this. He had to act natural, and get back to his plan to get to Dr. Gilmore. Somehow.
"Well I'm sorry to hear that. I know you'd probably rather lounge around all day, but your mother and I were thinking it might be a good idea to find you a place of your own. We could help you out for the first few months, until you find a job. Today would be a great day to look at apartments!"
The entire time he talked, Steve's free hand gestured in a feminine, delicate way. Half of his body language screamed sexy woman, while his graying head droned about apartment hunting.
"Sure, Dad." At least it would get him out of the house. Maybe his dad could help him get to Gilmore.
"Great!" his dainty hands gave a little clap and his tits bounced a little. David bit his lip. "Why don't you finish getting ready and we'll head out."
David started heading back to his room, but stopped dead in his tracks halfway up the stairs. He did a double take at the pictures on the wall. His parents' wedding photo had changed. His mother still looked beautiful in her wedding dress, their smiles as big as could be. But his father was standing beside her in tuxedo pants, shiny shoes... and a black bandeau bikini top studded with rhinestones, barely containing his impressive tits. Next to that photo hung an older family portrait. Steve was wearing khakis and an electric yellow string bikini top.
He walked up the stairs, past his own room and into his parents room at the end of the hall. He immediately went to the closet and looked inside. On his father's side hung nothing but neatly pressed slacks. Not a single dress shirt, or even a tie. He went over to Steve's dresser, which looked larger than David remembered.
Top drawer: socks and underpants. Nothing unusual there. Second drawer: jeans and shorts. He pulled at the third drawer and his eyes went wide. It was stuffed with bikini tops, and nothing but bikini tops. Every style, color, and pattern imaginable, all the same 38DD size. The three drawers below that were similarly packed. David had seen so much already, but it still made his head spin. A part of him wished he was still oblivious to the changes, like he'd been as Kayla at first. He had a feeling Dr. Gilmore was just getting started.
