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Part 4: Exploring the New House

Going downstairs, Tracy still saw Hallie sitting and reading, graceful and elegant as ever. If the recent events hadn't been so bizarrely real, she would never have believed that refined woman had once been her crude, middle-aged father.

Hearing the movement, Hallie lifted her eyes from the book and turned to look at Tracy. Caught by Hallie’s gaze, Tracy froze in awkward hesitation. The image of her father, who scolded her daily, had been etched deeply into her mind, making her reluctant to engage.

To her surprise, Hallie didn’t scold her. She simply smiled kindly at Tracy, “What is it, my daughter? You haven’t gone to bed yet?”

Tracy shivered slightly at hearing words like “my daughter,” “Mom.” She still hadn’t found a way to adjust.

“Yes… I'm not sleepy. And I… also don’t know what to do,” Tracy replied.

Hallie closed the book and placed it on the table. Then she chuckled and gently led Tracy upstairs, “You're hopeless! Eighteen years old and still need your Mom to guide you? But that’s fine, Mom likes being someone you rely on, just like how you used to trust your old father many years ago. Come on! I’ll show you around our new house.”

First, they stopped in front of the master bedroom, the room of Hallie and her husband. Hallie pushed the door open firmly. The decor inside was much simpler than Tracy’s room, with only a large bed covered in red silk sheets, a wooden wardrobe, and a vanity table filled with various cosmetics. Above the head of the bed hung the wedding photo of Hallie and her husband.

Hallie opened the wardrobe, her eyes lighting up at the sight of rows of neatly hung dresses. “Oh, look at this!” she exclaimed, pulling out a sheer black lace nightgown. “If I wear this, how could your father possibly take his eyes off me? It's so seductive!”

Tracy didn’t know what to say. Less than an hour ago, Hallie had still been a man who never cared about appearance, and now she was already thinking about seducing… another man!

She tossed the nightgown onto the bed and pulled out a pair of silver high heels. “Look at these heels! They must be over ten centimeters tall, the whole world will have to look up to me!” Hallie skipped over to the mirror, stepped one foot forward, pretending as if she were wearing the heels. She laughed loudly, “Throw away those stupid old man slippers! From now on, I’ll walk like a queen! Do you think I’m sexy, my daughter?”

Tracy couldn’t stay silent like before, because this time her Mom had asked her a question. All she could do was blush and mumble, “Yes… you’re very beautiful!” Just those few words, she didn’t know what else to say. But it was the truth, after all, because if she put aside who Hallie used to be, the woman now standing before her was truly beautiful. From her walk, her gaze, to her proud smile, everything radiated an intense allure.

After a while exploring the master bedroom, they moved on to Tracy’s room. Tracy had only glanced briefly at her own wardrobe. She had no interest in rummaging through it, because to her, wearing dresses and skirts for the rest of her life truly felt like a nightmare. She always had to be careful not to reveal her panties. Perhaps, she would gradually replace them with long pants.

Hallie casually opened Tracy’s wardrobe. Then she turned around with a lacy white bra in her hand. “So, my daughter also has some really seductive lingerie! Just a reminder, you have to wear a bra every day. Breasts are a woman’s weapon. You need to keep them in perfect shape!”

It seemed that wearing a bra was non-negotiable, the second nightmare. For a moment, Tracy looked down at her chest, her face burning. When she first started wearing a bra, she had always felt its tight presence against her breasts. But after a while, she had even forgotten she was wearing it, as if it had long become a part of her. Now that she was paying attention again, the sensation of the bra’s presence had returned.

“I… I don’t know how to wear this yet!” she stammered.

Hallie slipped down the silk straps of her nightgown, revealing her round breasts. Then, she tried on Tracy’s white lace bra to show her how it was done. Strangely enough, Hallie wore it with ease, not struggling at all to fasten the clasp at the back. She stepped closer, placed a gentle hand on Tracy’s shoulder, and said softly, “It’s okay if you don’t know yet. Mom will teach you, my sweet girl. My gun can wrap up memories and transfer them to the new person. I already have all of Hallie’s memories from before. That’s why I know how to wear bras, walk in heels, put on makeup, and everything else. Take your time, Tracy’s memories are still in your head. You just haven’t remembered them yet. The secret lies in how much you accept your new identity. For me, it was easy. The idea of becoming a woman had always existed in my mind. I accepted becoming Hallie.”

Then she pulled Tracy in front of the mirror, handed the bra back to her, and gently guided her through each step until she could put it on by herself. Tracy looked at herself in the mirror, the white bra highlighted her smooth skin and her developing breasts. She touched it, and the soft texture sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Maybe this wasn’t such a nightmare after all, Tracy thought.

Hearing Hallie’s words, Tracy tried to search through her mind, but the memories of the former Tracy were still hazy. She could feel this body, but didn’t yet fully understand how to live in it. But now, she understood why, out of the four rooms upstairs, she had known exactly which one was hers.

An idea suddenly sparked in Hallie’s mind, and she said, “How about you sleep in the same bed with me tonight, sweetie? Your dad’s away on a business trip until tomorrow. Sleeping alone makes me feel so lonely!”

Tracy found it strange, wasn’t it just last night that Hallie had slept alone the whole night? And now she wanted to sleep with a man. And no matter what, even though she and Hallie were both women now, at their core, they were still two men. When did sons ever sleep with their fathers, except maybe when they were little?

Without giving Tracy a chance to refuse, Hallie took out a long-sleeved white pajama set adorned with floral patterns and pink trim, utterly adorable, and handed it to Tracy. Hallie told Tracy to change. Since it was best not to wear a bra while sleeping, Tracy took hers off before putting on the pajamas. The soft, smooth fabric of the pajama felt entirely different from the rough clothes Bastian used to wear.

Hallie stepped forward and embraced Tracy from behind. Tracy flinched slightly. She was startled that her mother suddenly did that. Hallie pressed her cheek against Tracy’s, “You really look like a doll! I wonder which lucky guy will have the honor of admiring my daughter’s beauty.”

Huh? A guy? Tracy thought in shock. No way! She was a man, after all! There was no reason she would ever date another man. This was absurd.

That night, they slept together on Hallie’s large bed. Hallie kept holding Tracy close, and for the first time in a long while, Tracy felt the warmth of another person, but she wasn’t sure if it was something she truly wanted.

Tracy kept thinking about everything that had happened in the past few hours, and by the time she realized it, her mom had already fallen asleep, her breathing steady. Her mom had always fallen asleep easily, whether as a man or a woman. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then drifted off as well.

The next morning, Tracy jolted awake. “I’m late for work! I haven’t even made breakfast for the old man yet, gotta hurry or I’ll get scolded!” Out of habit, she stepped down from bed to get changed, only to realize something felt off with her chest, and once again her cheeks flushed red. She pressed both hands to her face, thinking silently, “I forgot! I’m not Bastian anymore. I guess there’s no need to go to the factory now.” Though she felt a bit guilty for quitting without notice, Tracy didn’t really have another choice. She couldn’t use Tracy’s identity to request leave in Bastian’s place.

It was only then that she realized her mom had already gotten out of bed. She hurried toward the stairs and could already hear sounds coming from the kitchen. The mouthwatering aroma of grilled sausages and fried eggs filled the air, making her stomach ache with longing. Simple meals like these had felt like a luxury to her in recent times.

Just as Tracy stepped off the last stair, Hallie brought two plates of sandwiches out from the kitchen to the dining table. Tracy was surprised. Her father, making breakfast for her? Even before he had changed, it had always been her mother who prepared breakfast. And after her mother left, every single meal had been made by her, while her father only knew how to yell that they were bland and meatless.

Seeing her, Hallie smiled gently, “My daughter sleeps so soundly! Go wash your hands and come eat breakfast, dear. Mom’s already got everything ready!”

Tracy scratched her head, “Okay…” then went to wash her hands. She had to remind herself firmly that this person was now her mom, not her father anymore! Maybe it would take longer to adapt than she had thought.

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