"___a-san!,Han_-_an!,Hana-San!" you hear a voice calling to you as open your eyes, hoping everything from the previous day was just a nightmare, your grim reality is confirmed when you try to move an inch, and the breasts on you move with you like sludge, reminding you of the reality of your new form.
"Hana-san! I'm gonna go to work early, wanna come." A women stands in the doorway, who looks like a much older and well endowed version of you, with longer hair in a loose white sweater. For some reason you feel some kind of connection to this person as you lie there with your mouth open.
"what?" you ask still lost. She replies, "last offer, do you want to come with?" Still confused, regardless you find yourself saying, "Sure, Okaasan! just let me get dressed". As you climb out of bed and begin putting on a loose t-shirt. ahh Okaasan, your mother's always been so caring. NO! this isn't your mother, damn these bodies thoughts are still eating away your psyche, but maybe going to work will help clear your head and help get info on the situation. Also you need money if your gonna hang around Senpai