I took one long deep breath and raised my hands out for me to see, which required quite the rotation of my elbows, as my new breasts hid away so much of my lower body. Still, the sight of my mother's hands rising to my whim, I tried to take it in for what it was. It was my body now, whether I wanted it or not, just as my mother said, it was a fact.
As we left the room, we were approached by Larry and his less than pretty female assistant. They each took to one of us, first together, then separate, asking us questions about the procedure... "How do you feel?" - "Any strange oddities?" - "Is the body properly responding to your commands?" - and many more questions. I made sure to tell him everything, because if nothing else, I didn't want to end up dead due to some complication I overlooked, even if that alternative at the time felt like a decent one. Unfortunately, most of my complaints about my mother's body were met with... "That's normal for a woman of your age and..." His eyes would drift to my breasts, in-fact, they were there most of our conversation. Of course they were, they were my mother's greatest asset, and one this dress she made sure I had to wear, was quick to showboat. They were no longer hanging low at least, the dress made sure of that, but now I was stuck feeling like I had a backpack strapped around my neck. It was less of a relief, and more of a lateral move.
Beyond that, he made me take all sorts of physical tests: move my hand here, touch that, do this, and so on. After that, it was a series of personal questions about my old life as David. Then it was questions only my mother would know. Thankfully, I didn't have any of her memories, and I remembered mine just fine. In a way, I almost wished I couldn't. Eventually his tests were over and he handed me some sort of document.
"Unfortunately, this tech -- this technology is still very new, so any matters -- or matters like or akin to -- or rather of legality related to your new identity will have to be handled locally. That said -- or spoken, I guess. Congratulations, you are officially the first human to ever switch bodies with another individual and across the gender fence at that. Is it -- how does it feel?" The man spoke so dry, that seeing him smile at the end was unnerving. "How does it feel? Horrible! Look at me, I'm a 41 year old woman!"
"O-oh, I was... um... I was -- yes, I was under the assumption this was all understood and desired by both parties -- or both people." Finally some emotion came out of him, but it seemed to be more fear. Fear that maybe I might sue him or something, maybe. Maybe I could, but what would do that for me? More money? Great, but it would only take money away from the person who might be able to fix this somehow. "Compliant? Hardly! My parents basically drew my name from a hat and said here, it's your fault the family is in debt, go fix it! It was one big guilt trip I had no part in." Hearing my end of it, he relaxed, probably just due to his own sake not being a potential factor anymore.
"So you don't want to be your mother?" He asked me, seeming surprised somehow. "Would you!? Who would want to be their own mom? I'm a 16 year old boy!" I screamed at him. "Well... to be fair, your mother is a very... voluptuous woman, so I thought maybe -- perhaps you might..." He trailed off as he leered over my body. "I wouldn't care if my mom was a friggen perfect ten, I still wouldn't want to be her, and she's well below a ten!"
"Now, that's harsh, she's very attractive." He reassured me. "Then you take her body. Enjoy the fat, the heavy breasts, the pain in back and everything else!" The more I yelled at him, the more I realized how far I was from embracing anything about this. It wasn't like I could just accept it all at once. "Sorry... it's not your fault. It's my damn mother's fault. She took my body with a smile on her face..." I let out a long sigh and threw my hands behind my neck, supporting the dress and finding some comfort in the soft hair that laid there.
"I have to ask, can I really never go back? I--I don't care if it's my body, but I just don't want to be my mom." I asked him. Hearing it from my Dad wasn't a certainty. I wanted the ability to go back, or at least somewhere else, but... I expected the opposite. At least... that might give me some real closure.