The doctor begin to give a spiel about post-operative recovery times and prescribed Jeff with some painkillers. According to the prescription, his temporary name was "Hayley Smith".
Jeff wasn't particularly paying attention to the doctor's instructions. Not only did he feel like he was suffering from a serious hangover, but he was still in shock.
"I just want to rest for a while" he managed to mumble.
"Alright. You should be ready to leave by tonight, but you'll need someone else to drive you home, understood?"
Jeff just mumbled in the affirmative and closed his eyes.
It didn't take long before he drifted off.
When he awoke, it looked like the sun was setting. On top of everything else that had happened so far, he couldn't help but feel annoyed at how much of this new life experience had involved being unconscious. He wasn't even sure of how much time had passed.
He decide to address the problem that had woken him up in the first place: he needed to pee.
Carefully he slid his legs off of the bed and brought himself to a standing position.
Three things suddenly occurred to him:
- He wasn't in the hospital any more, he was in his bedroom.
- He still had massive, aching K-cup breasts hanging from his chest.
- He *really* needed to pee!
Jeff stumbled as quickly as he could towards the upstairs bathroom, the massive weights on his chest swaying uncomfortably as he went.
He grabbed the door handle and wrenched it open, desperate to check his reflection and to release the pressure in his bladder.
He was greeted by a startled yelp from his younger sister Emily, who was in the process of brushing her teeth.