Jim stumbled after Carol, his new body feeling awkward and unfamiliar. As they entered Ava’s room, Carol immediately began rifling through the closet, pulling out skimpy tops and short shorts.
"Oh no," Jim protested, "I am not wearing that stuff."
“Don't be such a prude,” Carol rolled her eyes, "We have to blend in. For what it’s worth, these are technically your clothes now anyway."
Jim reluctantly took the clothes Carol handed him, his face burning with embarrassment.
Jim hesitated, looking at his teenage daughter's body in the mirror. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to take off her t-shirt and reveal her bare chest. It felt wrong and uncomfortable.
“Oh, come on, Jim,” Carol laughed, already slipping out of Sophie's pajama top, "It's nothing you haven't seen before. We've changed their diapers, remember?"
Jim turned away, face burning, "That was different. They were babies then. Now… well…"
Jim hesitated, his hands trembling as he gripped the hem of Ava's t-shirt, "I... I don't know if I can do this, Carol. It feels wrong."
Carol sighed, already stripped down to Sophie's bra and panties, "Jim, we have to commit to this if we want to pull it off. Just close your eyes and do it quickly, like ripping off a band-aid."
Squeezing his eyes shut, Jim quickly pulled the shirt over his head. He stood there, chest exposed, arms crossed protectively. He could feel Ava’s skinny forearms squishing into the softness of her chest.
Carol sighed, walking over to Jim. She gently took his hands, uncrossing his arms, "It's okay, honey. I know this is weird, but we're in this together. Just try to relax."
Jim nodded, taking a deep breath. He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at Ava's exposed chest. The sight made him dizzy.
"This is so strange," he whispered.
Carol pivoted his shoulders towards Ava's mirror, "Aw... Look at you, Jim. You make such a pretty girl."
Jim stared at his reflection, still struggling to process the image of his teenage daughter's body. Ava's perky breasts, slim waist, and long legs…
"I... I guess I do," he mumbled, reaching up to cup one of Ava's breasts experimentally.
"Yes, feel the weight Ava... I mean, yourself," Carol giggled, "You have to get used to your new body."
Blushing profusely, Jim did as he was told. His hands roamed over Ava's curves, still unable to believe that these were now his own. He wondered how his daughter felt every day, walking around with such prominent assets.
Carol egged him on, "That's right, honey. Get familiar with your new... assets."
Jim blushed even deeper as his hands skimmed down Ava's slender waist and over her hips. It felt so surreal, like he was living in some perverse teenage dream.
"It's all right, Jim," Carol purred. "You have to admit, we're both... blessed in our new bodies."
She rummaged through Ava's dresser and tossed a lacy bra at Jim, "Here, put this on."
He fumbled with the bra clasp, his fingers clumsy and unfamiliar with the mechanics.
"Here, let me help," Carol said, stepping behind him. Her nimble fingers made quick work of the clasp, and Jim felt the strange sensation of the bra tightening around his chest.
"Now, put your arms through the straps," Carol instructed. Jim complied, marveling at the odd feeling of support.
"This is so weird," he muttered, looking down at his newly accentuated cleavage.
"But it's you now," Carol reminded him gently. "At least for a little while… We might as well enjoy it, right?"
Carol handed him a cropped top, which he reluctantly pulled on. The fabric clung to his curves in a way that made him squirm uncomfortably.
"Now for the skirt," Carol said, holding up a short, pleated skirt.
Jim shook his head, "No way. That's way too short."
"Come on, Jim. It's what all the girls are wearing these days. We have to blend in, remember?"
Reluctantly, Jim stepped into the skirt, pulling it up over Ava's slim hips. He tugged at the hem, trying to make it longer.
"Stop fidgeting," Carol scolded. "You look great. Now, let's work on your walk."
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