The next couple hours seemed to slog their way about for Delia. Sure, she could've easily gone back home and then came back after an hour or two. But no, she was sticking this whole thing out. Even if the magazines provided weren't anything she was too interested in.
So here the mother was, twiddling her thumbs in anticipation of her mother's new body. On paper, that sentence sounded absolutely bizarre. Annita had once been her son - Ash. But now, he was now a she and longer a trainer to boot. Sure, it had been a couple days since Annita had decided this was what she wanted to do with her life.
As glad as Delia was to see her try something different, there was still some concerns. What if this didn't work out later down the road? What would Annita do then? Would she be able to live with herself.
Breaking free from those negative thoughts, Delia's gaze met that of Annita's. Gone was the skinny boy trying to pass as an elderly lady. In his place was a woman that very much looked elderly.
"Annita!" Delia shouted, hugging her friend and taking the time to squeeze her bust. While her breasts were obviously fake, they felt wide and saggy. "Let's get home."