Surgically Swapped - Part Three

"David and I have been talking, and...we've decided to give it to He-Yoon" my mother declares, the air in the room drastically shifting as her words sink in. While a subtle smile creeps across the busty Korean woman's lips the rest of the family begins to break down as everyone begins to react to the news.

"What!" screams Tara, spinning in place to glare up at my mother. "I thought...you said..." she stammers, her face growing red as tears fill her eyes.

"I know, I know," my mother says, holding up her hands defensively in an effort to calm the hot-headed girl down. "You wanted to be...imposing and look more...manly, but then we got talking to your mother" my mom explains as Tara's glare shifts to the apathetic and bored-looking blonde in the back.

"You bitch!" Tara squeals, balling up her hands into tiny impotent fists. "You ruined everything!"

"Don't talk to your mother that way" my mother snaps back, placing her hands on her hips. "This lack of respect is exactly why we didn't choose you, we didn't need another disrespectful son"

Tara simply stands there, shaking in anger as her eyes begin to well up with tears. Before she can say another word she turns to race out of the operating theater, the sound of sobbing echoing through the otherwise quiet room before slowly growing distant.

Stacy sighs a little, rolling her eyes as she fishes a cigarette from her purse.

"You could have been nicer to her you know" Stacy croaks, the raspy sound of her voice making me thankful that she hadn't been chosen. "She was really excited to be...him" he continues, nodding in my direction.

"I know" my mother sighs, turning to look at Stacy. However, as she looks to her sister Stacy begins to wander off, slowly going after Tara to console the distraught girl and to hopefully finally get a chance to smoke.

Maria appears to be upset as well, her hands drifting slowly over her swollen belly as she simply stares at me in shock. Her bottom lip quivers as she fights back tears, her breath becoming shaky as she's forced to look away from the body that could have been hers.

"Um...Mrs. Hughes" she asks, being as cordial as possible in the hope of altering this decision. "Why wasn't I..." she continues, attempting to ask the all-important question before getting cut off by Casey.

"Because you got knocked up" the short chubby young man snaps at his older sister, glaring up at her before pointing at her bulging tummy. "They don't want some bitch who couldn't keep her legs closed fucking up as their son"

A chorus of shocked and angry voices call out, a mixture of Paul, He-Yoon, my mother, and David all snapping "Casey!" at once.

With tears forming in the corners of her eyes, Maria turns to my mother. "Is that...true...is it because...I made a mistake and...and..." she squeaks, her voice shaking and crackling emotionally.

"I'm sorry dear" my mother coos, reaching out to hold her niece's hands. "But yes, He-Yoon was just a...safer choice for us" she continues, trying to find the right words. "I promise though, if you need any help with the little one, our doors are always..."

Before she can finish her attempt at consoling the hormonal Latina Maria pulls her hands away.

"I...I..." she stammers, her face growing pale again before she quickly races out of the room.

"David, can you..." my mother mutters, not even needing to finish before the older man nods and rushes out of the room after the violently nauseated woman.

As the doors swing closed the family quickly turns on Casey, the glares from the more mature people in the room making the short pudgy young man shrink away.

"How could you say something to your sister like that!" growls Paul, shaking his head in disappointment with his younger sibling. Taking a step forward He-Yoon slides from his clutches, standing on her own as her eyes lock onto my dismembered floating form.

"It...it was true though...you can't be..be mad at me for..." Casey stammers, unable to maintain eye contact with anyone else.

"It was mean Casey, that's not how you treat family" my mother mutters, acting fairly sanctimonious.

"And that is!?" shouts Casey, pointing straight at me with one of his plump fingers. "I should be him. Tall, skinny, not...not this piece of..."

"Hey!" shouts Paul, cutting off Casey before placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't talk that way about..." Paul snaps, pausing as he sighs. "You just need to take better care of..."

"Stop fucking saying that!" Casey screams, smacking Paul's hand away before racing towards the doors. "I can't help it, I'm just a fat loser and you took my only chance to not be away from me" he whines, running out of the room and off to parts unknown.

"I'll go after him" Paul says with a heavy sigh. Before he leaves he quickly walks over to He-Yoon, pulling her into an embrace before kissing her passionately as her massive chest squashes against his firm muscular form. His hands snake down to her pert ass, giving the soft cheeks a firm squeeze through the skin-tight white dress she was wearing and causing her to jump a little. A soft moan escapes her lips before Paul breaks off the kiss, leaving a blushing He-Yoon standing and panting as she catches her breath.

As Paul turns to leave after Casey my mother pipes up, following along after him.

"Paul, can I speak to you for just a minute" she chimes. "It'll be brief and then you can go after..." she continues, her words fading away as the two pass through the large doors and into whatever lay beyond.

He-Yoon stands in front of my tube, shaking her hips from side to side playfully as her eyes drink in my broken form. Chewing at her bottom lip her eyes dart around, her mind obviously elsewhere as she imagines what it will be like to be me. Her blushing cheeks grow redder and redder as her imagination runs wild.

Slowly, she begins to take short mincing steps towards me, her massive unwieldy chest jiggling inside whatever industrial-grade bra was required to keep them in check.

"So..." she chirps in her sweet melodic voice, her accent coming through heavily. "You are going to be He-Yoon" she continues, her soft pink pillowy lips twisting into a smirk. Leaning forward she presses up against the glass, her breasts flattening and overwhelming my view from the tank. I simply stare at the display, He-Yoon giggling as she notices my reaction.

"No cock" she says with a chuckle "It'll be mine soon". A small moan slips from her lips as she begins to rub up against the glass of the tank, the cold material exciting her large nipples and causing them to poke through the paper-thin material she was wearing.

"Soon you'll have to deal with your J-Cups" she taunts, reaching up with her petite hands and allowing her fingers to sink into the pliable flesh. "Your back pain, your expensive bras, your..." she grumbles, reaching up to tug at her neckline as she reveals the sea of glistening flesh "Sweat".

With a shuddering exhale she pulls herself back, looking around at the room at large as she takes in the sight of her future limbs, muscles, and fat. "I get to be the handsy man. Not some piece of meat"

Before she can continue her rant the doors swing open, the sound of a single set of footsteps quickly makes its way over to us.

He-Yoon, in a great deal of embarrassment, attempts to cover her perky nipples. My mother, as she comes into view, simply smirks at the display and chuckles at the sight of the apparently aroused woman.

"Enjoying the thought of being my son? Good, maybe that will mean you'll try a little harder than...that" she says, practically spitting out the last word as she looks over at me.

"I promise" coos He-Yoon, jumping a little as she stands at attention. "I'll be a good son, a great son. But..." she follows, her words falling away from her as she too looks over at me. "What happens to him?"

My mother smirks at her question, her eyes still locked onto me. "I'm glad you asked sweetie. I just had a little talk with Paul about your...status, and what will happen once you take on your new...persona"

He-Yoon cocks an eyebrow, looking at her mother-to-be with a little apprehension.

My mother places her hand on my tank, looking me in my tired weary eyes with a broad smile plastered on her face. "We've decided to turn him into..."