"Mind Swap: A Parental Transformation"

Prompt: Write a story where my parents Jennifer and Don swap brains via a brain transplant after a car accident. Though hearing that they were both taking the news well (or as well as could be expected) was good you supposed. Imagining that it would be even worse if all three of your were freaking out. Your mother for one being a very calm and reasonable person. Most of the time at least. While your father was pretty laid back too. Having always had a close relationship with them both. Though, with the arrival of puberty and an interest in girls, you turned to him a lot more now for advice than you did her. It being surreal to think then that the next time you brought up a girl you liked in class to your father, you'd be doing it to your mom's face. Shivering uneasily at the thought. It was soon to get very real though. As, after weakly nodding your head to indicate that you did want to see them, the doctors helped you out of bed and placed you into a wheelchair. Wheeling you out of the room and down the hallway (seeing as you were a bit too groggy still to stand). Feeling incredibly nervous now as they stopped in front of a door. Behind which, Dr. Saunders informed you, both your mom and dad were waiting. The elder doctor giving the door a little knock to announce your arrival before heading on inside. Finding, unsurprisingly, the exact scene you expected. There was your dad sitting up in bed while your mom sat on the chair beside him, holding each other hands. Looking, just as the doctors had said, completely unharmed and healthy. As if nothing had happened at all. "Mom... Dad..." you uttered as soon as you saw them. Feeling an overwhelming feeling of relief. To which your dad replied with a smile, "Tim. It's good to see you." And your mom asked, "How you doing, buddy?" At which point of you became all too aware that who you thought you were looking at wasn’t actually that person. Your mom certainly never calling you 'buddy'. No, that was exclusively your dad. Your brain hitting a speed bump then as you realized that the blonde haired, busty and curvy woman sitting on the chair was actually your dad, and the large, brawny man with dark hair was your mom. A realization that you really did not know how to process. Staring at them both like a rabbit in headlights. It being one thing to hear they’d swapped, it was something else entirely to see it for yourself. Which they obviously realized. Your mother (from your father's body) giving you a look of sympathy and understanding. Telling you, "I know. This is... It's very strange, sweetheart. Seeing us like this. I'm sorry." Not that she had any reason to apologize. None of it was her fault. "And believe you me," your father (from your mother's form) added, "you aren't the only one who had that reaction. Your mother and I did too.” The ugly green hospital gowns having now been discarded. Replaced instead by each other’s clothes (what they’d been wearing before the crash). Your mom not appearing too uncomfortable in your dad’s jeans and flannel shirt combo, but your dad was a slightly different story altogether. Having been forced into your mother’s sleeveless blouse, skirt and open toed sandals. And presumably her underwear as well. Not appearing the least bit natural as he stood there awkwardly, with no idea what to do with his exposed legs or arms. No doubt feeling incredibly self conscious. The next morning On approaching the kitchen you could hear a voice softly humming away. Your mother’s voice. AKA your dad. Thinking this slightly odd that he sounded so chipper. Especially after last night. Heading through the door and getting quite the surprise. As there he was at the counter, with his back towards you, in the middle of making coffee. Not dressed as he had been the previous morning, in his own ill fitting pajamas. Having seemingly gone along with your mother's instructions instead. As he was now wearing one of her robes. A silky black number that stopped short above the knee. Leaving his smooth, slender legs completely bare. The sight of him there, his blonde hair slightly tussled, humming happily away while swinging his curvy hips from side to side certainly being an odd one. Leaving you more than a little stunned. “Uh... Hey, Dad’” you said. Making your presence known. Your father immediately turning around. Appearing startled by your presence. “Tuh-Tim?” he greeted you. “...Hey.” Your mother’s face growing a little flushed. “Sorry I... I didn’t expect you to be up this early.” Noticing as he did that his robe wasn’t fully tied. Revealing something red and lacy underneath. Something that displayed a heck of a lot more of your mother’s body than you’d been expecting. Most notably her chest. Having of course been aware on some level that your mom was pretty big up top, but it obviously wasn’t something you liked to think about. Now though, it was hard to think of anything else. That over abundance of pale, creamy white flesh positively bulging out of the thin, semi transparent nightgown. Displaying an incredible deep and inviting line of cleavage. Like something you might find in a sexy calendar or porno movie. Not on your own mom (or in this case, dad). The sheer size of those breasts and the fact you were actually looking at them being unsettling enough, without noticing the rest of the outfit. The red material tapering into a sort of V shape at the crotch. Leaving not only the lower part of his legs bare, but the top half as well. The ‘nightdress’ he had on in fact being some kind of bodysuit. Which you’d never wanted to imagine your mother owning, never mind wearing. He was wearing it though. And seeing both your stunned expression and where your eyes were aimed, he quickly realized this himself. Grabbing at the robe and pulling it closed. While his face turned even more red. “Whoopsie!” he awkwardly chuckled. “Didn’t, uh... Didn’t realize I’d left that untied. Sorry about that.” You meanwhile didn’t say anything. Still being in shock over what you’d just seen. Which was super embarrassing. “I was just... You know... going along with what your mom said yesterday and breaking in some of her clothes,” he explained. Attempting to justify why he was currently wearing her lingerie, by making out that it was more innocent than it seemed. “Some of night time stuff women wear really is kind of ridiculous.” Not that you entirely bought it. Doubting that this was really the kind of thing your mother had meant, or that he wouldn't know the difference between a nightdress and that. Still, you weren't about to argue. Pretty sure that you were just as red in the face as he was as you attempted to chuckle back. "Uhm, yuh-yeah. I'll bet." Quickly moving towards the cupboard then to retrieve some cereal. As well as try and forget everything you'd just witnessed. It having been way too disturbing. Hearing him from behind you ask, "Oh. Do... Do you want me to get that for you? I was just making coffee for me and your mom but... As I am the woman of the house..." later on in the living room: When they did finally appear, thankfully your father had changed out of the robe and underwear combo. Instead being dressed in another pair of your mother’s form fitting jeans and a flowery, off-the-shoulder blouse. Looking a hell of a lot more comfortable in it too. His face lightly touched up with makeup, while a pair of diamond shaped earrings hung from his ears. Hearing the two of them long before you saw them. Giggling away like a pair of schoolgirls. What the hell is going on? “Oh, hey there, sweetheart,” your mother said. A big smile painted across your father’s stubble covered chin. There being an obvious perkiness in her voice. Just as there was in your dad’s. “Hey, buddy.” No longer appearing as startled or nervy as he had been. Giving off an air of confidence instead. “Hey,” you responded. “You two took your time getting up. Usually I’m the one getting shouted at for sleeping in this late.” “Yes, we’ll... Your father and I were a little stressed yesterday,” your mom replied,, “so we thought a little extra rest would do us some good.” Turning towards your father and shooting him a smirk. “Isn’t that right, honey?” Your father returning this look with one of his own. “That it is. And it definitely worked. I feel a whole lot better.” Finding this knowing little exchange and the way he bumped his wide hips against your mom as he said it (who’s softly chuckled) kind of weird. Even though it was the sort of thing they used to do all the time before they’d switched. This being the first real physical display of affection that you’d witnesses since leaving the hospital. Which, in their new genders, didn’t seem right at all.. “Anyway. What are your plans for the day?" she asked you. "Are you going to go see Randall again?” While in the meantime your father sat himself down on the couch. Brushing his long hair out of his face in a very delicate, feminine manner, while at the same time crossing his legs. Which naturally drew your attention. Both the way he was acting and of course, the extremely prominent shelf on his chest. Not being able to ignore the size of your mother's boobs after seeing how they'd been displayed this morning. His choice of blouse not showing any cleavage perhaps, but it didn't exactly disguise them either. The visible bra straps sticking out the top only emphasizing this further. Again feeling very uncomfortable at the fact that you'd actually noticed this. Leading you to completely blank your mother’s question.