Having successfully altered her sisters to her satisfaction, Jen walked down the stairs and found her mom
hard at work making dinner. Her brow was furrowed, and Jen could see beads of sweat on her forehead. She
looked up for second and spotted Jen. "Hi, sweetie. No time to talk, unless you wanna help out." This last
comment was more of a plea than a suggestion, but Jen, despite her increasing acceptance of her new condition,
was still clueless about anything to do with the kitchen. She shrugged helplessly, and her mother, either used
to having no help or knowing her daughter's ineptitude, simply sighed.
"Hey, babe, dinner gonna be ready soon?" This from Jen's father out in the living room. As usual, he was
watching tv in the living room while her mother worked in the kitchen. Normally this wouldn't have been a
problem, or even something that Ben would have noticed. But now that things had changed, Jen found herself
more than a little offended by the whole situation. She was just about to go into the living room and say so,
when she realized she might have the power to do more. Slipping up to the entrance to the living room, she
pointed the remote at her father, who was sitting on the couch with his back to his daughter.
After pressing the "Select" button, Jen saw her father's profile come up on the display. Jen looked over the
statistics:
Sex: M
Age: 49
Height: 5'9
Weight: 175
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Grey
Deciding her father needed to walk a mile in different shoes, Jen aimed carefully, and pressed the blue and
pink TG button. The results were immediate. Jen watched her dads short hair cascade down his back as he seemed
to shrink into his clothes. When he looked around in confusion, Jen could see his face had changed; the lips
now fuller, and the lines softer. When he stood up Jen was able to watch as her dad's hips widened and when he
turned around she saw two mounds forming underneath his shirt. As her dad struggled to remain calm, Jen
glanced quickly down at the display, which now read:
Sex: F
Age: 49
Height: 5'5
Weight: 153
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Grey
Quickly pressing the "Accept" button, Jen watched and waited. Her dad's clothes shifted to a more appropriate power suit while his shoes spiked up into conservative heels. The confusion and alarm in her dads eyes subsided, and Jen watched as her new mother calmly sat back down and resumed watching the tv, none the wiser. Frustrated, Jen rolled her eyes. Guess it's gonna be harder than I thought.