Around 20 minutes later, the family were gathered in the small kitchen, having made the discovery that along with their new equipment, they’d also seemingly swapped underwear too. Anne was pacing up and down nervously, half-preparing breakfast. She was the only one still in her sleepwear, having spent most of the time helping a giggling Emma get dressed into her white t-shirt and blue denim dungarees. She seemed to find the whole situation a great laugh, even saying she felt grown up wearing daddy’s shorts. She was currently sat the table, curiously prodding her crotch.
“Why’d it get small mummy?” She asked.
“They just do that sometimes sweetie” she replied, “they start of hard in the mornings, then go down again” she continues as she busied herself with the toaster.
“Oh, so was Stevens all hard when you woke up?” Emma asked. Steven choked on the sip of orange juice he had just taken, dribbling half the mouthful down his white t-shirt. He knew the answer all to well after getting an eyeful earlier.
“Yes, it was” Anne replied, “now enough with the questions please sweetie” she added as she placed the fresh toast on the table. She looked over at Steve and tutted.
“Look at the state of you!” She said nodding at his juice stained shirt, “maybe we should give you a bib!”
“God no!” Steve said angrily, “it’s bad enough I have to wear these!” He added, referring to the white daisy print panties he currently wore under his basketball shorts. He was desperately trying to ignore the feeling of them laying flat against his crotch. They are in silence for moment until Jason finally emerged wearing his work suit, having finally found a pair of Anne’s panties that weren’t too racy. He filled them in on what the hospital had been telling everyone affected, grabbed a slice of toast, and left. Anne glanced up at the clock then turned to Steve.
“Go change that shirt then you need to get going or you’ll be late for school!” She said sternly.
“Do I have to go today? What if someone finds out about this?” He asked nervously.
“Yes you do! You heard your father, we’re not the only one like this, so hopefully nobody will say anything!” She replied. Steve rolled his eyes, and reluctantly headed upstairs to change. Before long he was wearing a clean shirt and was out the door. Anne turned to Emma who was still poking her new equipment.
“Stop playing with it honey.” She said sweetly, “why don’t you go and watch some tv while Mommy goes and gets changed.” She added. Emma nodded happily, and Anne took her through to the living room where she put on some cartoons before heading upstairs. After grabbing a pair of boxers from Steve’s room a he entered her bedroom and stripped her clothes off, bidding goodbye to the panties she wore as she knew they wouldn’t fit her again if she tried. She admired herself in the mirror, she had always prided herself on being a bit of a milf. She cupped her breasts and sighed, the sensation of her hands causing her new penis to rise a little.
“At least I still have these” she said with resignation. She grabbed Steve’a boxers and pulled them on, then got dressed for the day in a loose sundress.
“That should hide things a little” she mused as she headed back downstairs to start her chores for the day.
