Dirk paused in his mowing, and put his hand on the small of his back. Mowing the yard just seemed to suddenly get a lot harder. He looked down at his tanned torso, and grinned. He hadn't noticed how nicely his chest hairs had grown in until now. He ran his fingers across his forehead and through his hair as he wiped away the sweat. He frowned, and looked at his wet palm. His hairline was in the wrong place. He looked over the fence at his parents' house. He should be mowing their lawn, shouldn't he? This lawn though was his lawn. He'd bought the house next door to theirs when he had gotten married. He looked at the gold ring on his hand, and then scratched his head. He knew he was married. He knew he had two sons Glen and Sam, but he couldn't remember his wife's name or even visualize her face. This was so strange.
"It must be the heat," he muttered to himself as he walked toward the back door. "Maybe some water will help me to think clearly."
"A mother? Yes!" Sam said reaching for the keyboard, "First, she needs to be female." He changed the entry in the box for Dirk from male to female.
"Wait!" exclaimed Glen.
Standing in the kitchen doorway, Dirk grabbed hold of the lintel to steady himself. It seemed to pull away from his grasp as his pants and shirt changed to accommodate the changes happening to his body. The hairy chest was gone. Dirk's torso was now completely hairless. His pecs had become double D cup sized boobs. There no longer was a bulge in now skin tight capri jeans. He grabbed his boobs they were real. He felt so exposed. He pulled his shirt on. It no longer was the t-shirt he had put on this morning, it was now a pink halter top. He pulled it on. He headed toward the cabinet by the kitchen sink. He took a glass and began to fill it with water from the tap. It had to be the heat. He knew he had two sons. He knew he was a she, but he still felt that he was a he. Was he a single mother? Or was he married? The ring on his finger indicated that he had at least been married, but Dirk wasn't sure of anything any more.
"Dirk?" he said, but the name sounded wrong, "Diane?" he muttered it felt more right.
Sam was still typing. Glen sat there wondering what would happen to Dirk, as Sam back spaced over Dirk's name and typed "Diane". Diane was 6' 130 lbs, and had big boobies.