Jen watched as her daughter quickly aged. She grew taller and her clothes changed with her age. At age 10, her clothes changed into a floral dress print. Her golden pigtail came undone and flowed into a wavy pattern down her shoulders. The shoes morphed into white pumps and white socks which fit beautifully on her feet.
She passed through age 10, then to 11, 12, 13, her dress split into two and formed a pastel yellow T-shirt and blue jeans. Brittany gasped as she felt the bands of a training bra form and clasp behind her back. The cups were empty and small, but that changed as puberty set in a her breasts grew into A-cups. Her body began to show the curves of womanhood as her hips grew wider. She then felt braces attach to her teeth, then quickly removed, leaving perfectly straight pearly whites.
Approaching 17, her T-shirt morphed into a blouse which showed Brittany's modest B-cup cleavage and hints of a plain white bra. Her golden hair was now hung down to her lower back. Slipper replaced her pumps as the socks melted away.
Brittany, or rather Bryan, looked at himself. Old enough to understood what the game had done to him, he let out a loud shriek,
"OH MY GOD. I am not a teenage girl!" Bryan was cupping his chest confirming that he really was a girl.
The others looked puzzled at his realization, but Jen looked upset, "Brittany, I know you've been through alot, but groping yourself is highly inappropriate with guests over!"
"Mom..er Jenn...wait, but you are...but not. My real mom is, but I feel connection to you even though I know it isn't true." Bryan put his and on his forehead to try and figure out the conflicting memories of two lives in his mind.
"Sweetly, I know what you are feeling. Even if it doesn't make sense, you are still my daughter and I will always love you Brittany."
"Ok...mom, but please call me Bryan. Brittany feels weird to me."
Jenn picked up the dice and dropped it into Mike's hand.
"Alright Mike, it's your turn."