MTU: Hard To Look At - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

The waiting room was mostly empty. The receptionist waved me over, "Your mother needed to go start dinner. She said your father would be here in about a half hour." She glanced over at Dr. Adelaide's door before continuing softly, "She had you petrify her."

I must have looked shocked as I nodded.

"Margarite, like, totally loves being transformed." The receptionist said mimicking Dr. Adelaide's voice and diction before returning to her own odd speech pattern. "She's a multimorph. Once she turns back to normal, turning to stone will become a form she can change into from now on."

"So, I've just expanded her trick?"

"Yep. I’m Tess," she said holding out her hand.

“Medusa,” I replied.

The receptionist started looking around her desk. "I just remembered. I’ll find the note Dr. Parker dropped off for you under this envelope.” She moved an envelope on her desk. “Here it is. There is venom in your hairsnakes. Apparently, it's a paralytic toxin. A regular dose might last 30 to 60 minutes." She handed me the paper as she finished divulging its contents. "Can I be among the first of many to ask how it feels to have snakes for hair?"

I laughed, "They are heavier than normal hair. And when they really move around a lot, it itches or tickles my scalp."

She laughed. "They look adorable. I know that's not the usual response but really I can see you putting little bows around their necks."

Some of the snakes hissed at the idea. I was surprised to be feeling some of them would enjoy the adornment. "Well, little bows might make them less intimidating," I replied.

"Exactly," she agreed. "Pink bows wouldn't go with your skin tone. A cream tone or perhaps dark red would be perfect. Oh, your father will be here in a moment. You have no questions you wanted to leave for the staff. I've scheduled an appointment for a month from now on a Saturday with Dr. Lewis.” She handed me an appointment reminder card. “Your father is arriving now. Hello, Mr. Harrison," she called to my father as the door opened."

He looked shocked as I turned to face him. His body language lacked its usual confidence as he approached the desk. "Gordon?"

"I do believe I'm the only snake-haired woman here," I joked.

“That’s your first question?” Tess said under her breath.

"How does it feel being a woman?"

I shrugged. "I haven't really noticed yet. What with turning the school nurse into a statue and all the stuff here."

"You should take her home so she won't have to repeat her stories to your wife," the receptionist interrupted.

"Yes, you're right. Come along, um, Dear."

We walked silently to the car. As we got in I altered the awkwardness by saying, "I might call myself Medusa."

"That certainly fits," he replied. He paused before asking with caution in his voice, "Notice any compulsions yet?"

"Not yet."

"I hope this isn't too weird. I think I'm more intrigued by the fact that you're a woman now than that you have such a strong, potentially dangerous trick. I have no doubt you will be responsible with your trick. But, my best friend growing up also became a woman when he Twisted. Her compulsions really changed her. So, there was little chance we could stay friends. I was relieved when your mother said you seemed to still be our Gordon. And I hope I get answers to some of the questions I never got to ask my friend."

"Can't you just ask Mom?"

"What makes you think I haven't?" He asked with a smile. "But, to the best of my knowledge, she was never a sixteen year-old boy."

So, in order to get more attention from him all these years all I had to do was turn into a girl. Is that disturbing or just funny? "Well, let me have a chance to get use to being like this. It's only been a few hours and I haven't really had any time to think about the changes that took place below the neck."

He laughed. "See, that's something I would never have considered possible. When we get home, you should spend some time alone. I'll make sure your Mom and I give you some space after dinner."

We arrived at home shortly. Dinner was mostly me telling them everything that happened since my twist. When dinner was over Mom said, "I stopped at the mall on the way home and bought you some underwear and a pair of pajamas. Tomorrow we’ll go out and buy you a new wardrobe. Your old clothes are all too small and are somewhat inappropriate."

"That was good thinking, Honey," Dad interrupted. "Maybe... Medusa should go take a bath and become acquainted with her new body."

I was going to complain about the idea of taking a bath when Mom agreed, "Of course. There's probably ash from your old clothes trapped in your skin. Go take a bath."

I was glad to get out of clearing the table. My room wasn’t how I had left it. Mom must have zipped through here and removed all the clothes that had been strewn throughout the room. She had also cleaned up any forgotten dirty dishes. My bed was made. She found the comforter? Where was it hiding? On the bed was a package of plain white women's underwear, a green pair of pajamas, satin according to the care label, and two large fluffy towels. Trying not to over think it, I took off the clothes I had received at school. I grabbed the towels and was headed to the main bathroom when Mom appeared.

"Before you go in there, I need to give you one little lesson in being a woman," Mom explained. She proceeded to explain that a certain place was prone to infections and diseases and that it was very important to wipe from front to back when going to the bathroom.

As she said it, I realized I had to go somewhat urgently. I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t noticed this before. "Actually, Mom, that's very timely advice as I really need to go. So, if you'll excuse me..."

I went into the bathroom and put the towels down on a bench. I approached the commode. Because we had just talked about it I didn’t make the mistake of facing it. I sat down and managed to go without any effort. It felt exactly the same and yet totally different at the same time. I wiped as instructed and flushed the toilet. Before I stood up I realized my feet were flat on the floor. My legs were really long apparently. That would take some getting use to.

I got up and started the water running in the tub. The place where I usually lined up the faucet handle felt very cold so I increased the heat. The tub was a large soaker tub able to hold two adults comfortably.

As the water ran, I stood up and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I was stunningly beautiful. I was still having a hard time associating me with this face and now this body in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how tall I was now. It was strange to see breasts and think of them as mine. They seemed a bit bigger than my mother's breasts. They weren’t overly large but they were large enough that guys would have to notice them. My waist looked too thin compared to my hips. For a girl as tall as I it was giving me an almost exaggerated hourglass figure. I wondered what my measurements were.

Before I got too distracted, I turned away from the mirror. When the tub was half full I got in. The water was much warmer than I usually showered with. Yet, it felt great against my skin. I leaned back marveling at how good it felt creeping up my body. I could feel my nipples hardening. When they touched the water my entire body quivered. I gently ran my hands over them, enjoying the pleasure this simple act provided. I had to laugh as I realized this was my first time making it to second base. I spent a lot of time rubbing and occasionally squeezing my breasts. I told myself I was doing it to get use to my breasts but frankly it just felt nice.

After a while I noticed my snakes splashing in the water behind me. Sometimes they seemed to have minds of their own.

My hands roamed down my body to the area I was simultaneously most curious about and most apprehensive about. My hand was laying flat between my legs and my brain was telling me that area should not be flat. Except it was not totally flat. After caressing my breasts for so long, the area down there was slightly open and a little swollen, inviting deeper exploration. I wasn’t ready for that and once I decided to put it off I laughed. If I’d had the same opportunity yesterday to explore a woman's body would I have stopped?

I reached for a washcloth. I didn’t have any body soaps for women so the decision about what to wash with was moot. I looked at the shampoo and realized I would never need that again. Not only was my hair replaced with snakes, but there were no hairs on my skin. Did I have eyebrows? I would have to remember to check. I ran the washcloth along the length of each hair snake. Scrubbing between them against my scalp was oddly invigorating, like a massage. As I ran the cloth down the length of each snake it was a little disconcerting since I was fully aware of the snake's body as I washed it. Normally, I would be as aware of their bodies as I would be aware of my neck if it was not being stimulated. I also counted thirty-eight snakes of nearly uniform girth, a little over an inch I guessed. Four of them were over twice as long as the others.

I dunked my head a few times to get the soap out from between the snakes. Again, some of the snakes enjoyed it and others hissed. Two of them spit some water out at my face after the third dunk. "Okay, I'll stop," I said to appease them. The water was getting cool anyway so I opened the drain and stood up.

I toweled off and was about to wrap the towel around my waist when I stopped myself. I shouldn’t leave my breasts hanging out. It took a few tries, turning the towel lengthwise and getting it tight enough so it wouldn’t slip down off my chest.

I looked in the mirror and discovered the copper cast to my skin above my eyes darkened to almost a brown color, imitating eyebrows. But there was no hair there. My outer eyelids, which resembled human eyelids, however did have lashes. So I wasn’t completely hairless.

I stayed in front of the mirror watching the snakes. I spent a good hour commanding them in groups and individually to move about. The four longest snakes were also the most dexterous. I got one of them to hold my toothbrush and actually do part of the brushing. After a minute or two, that snake was weakening. I had another long snake continue the job until it started weakening. Then I finished brushing my teeth manually.

I left the bathroom, crossing the hallway in just a towel and closed the door to my room. Mom said I wasn’t going to school tomorrow so I had the evening to do whatever I wanted. I sat down on the bed and opened the package of underwear. Letting the towel fall off, I prepared to put a pair on. Once again I noticed that when I bent at the waist my head did not reach the middle of my shins like it should. My head was only down to my knees and I had to reach with my arms almost straight down to touch my toes. Sitting on the bed it was much easier to put on the panties as I could pull my legs toward me. Once I got them on. they slid home disturbingly flatly, but also comfortably soft.

I put on the pajamas next, fumbling with the buttons on the top until I realized they were backwards. I once read that women's clothing buttoned the opposite way to how men’s clothing buttoned. I guessed that was true. The pajamas fit oddly. The shirt seemed too long and the pants were so short they barely reached the tops of my calves. The material felt nice on my skin and my nipples were creating a tent effect on the top. I guessed bras were not just for support.

There was a knock at my door. "Come in," I called out.

Dad opened the door. He focused his attention on my face. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing something."

That was vague. "What exactly?"

"Your mother and I assume you would never use your trick on someone maliciously. But, we also don't really know what your trick does, um, first hand. I want you to petrify me so that if we needed to punish you for some reason related to your trick we would have some basis from which to gauge what you did to determine a suitable reaction."

"I guess I should appreciate your frankness," I replied. "We should go down to the garage. We wouldn't want a statue of you crashing through the floor."

"You don't mind?"

I shrugged, "It's who I am now."

As we walked down to the garage Dad reminisced about his old friend. "After Shawn, now Shawna, twisted we would still talk regularly for a few weeks. She once told me how when she and her Mom went to buy clothes she was surprised at how much she was into the frilly clothes. I tried to remind her that personality changes can easily include changes in fashion sense. I even tried to convince her that no one wanted to see the beautiful girl he’d become dressing in oversized shirts and boys jeans.

"But somehow, every time I tried to comfort her or be supportive, she took it the wrong way. Eventually, I found out that one of her compulsions made her suspect that anyone being nice to her was trying to get into her pants. That was so bizarre since she was also attracted to the low-life losers who would openly admit they wanted to get into her pants. I suppose that made her feel they were being more honest than me. When I denied wanting to have sex with her she figured I was lying.

"In any case, don’t be surprised if you find out you like something that the old you would rather be dead than wear because in a way, Gordon is dead. And while I may not have a son any more, I am certainly happy that I have you as my daughter."

"Daddy, don’t," I choked out as I felt a swell of emotion. "I’m not ready to cry at the sappy parts of the movie yet."

"Sorry," he said stopping in front of me. "I didn’t realize we were on stage. The point I’m trying to make is that you should embrace your new self. You’ll feel better about all the changes that way." Then he surprised me again by giving me a big hug. It felt nice to be safe in Daddy’s arms. I did tear up and I wasn't sure if it was because he was trying so hard to be understanding or if it was because I was thinking of him as "Daddy" instead of "Dad" or "Father".

As we entered the garage, I turned on the light. "How do you want to pose?" I asked pointing toward the other side of room.

"Oh," he mused as he crossed the room. He stood with his legs shoulder-width apart with his hand hovering just off his hips. "How's this?"

"Very Superman," I joked. "Ready?"

After he nodded, I thought I would be dramatic, "In 3,... 2,... 1,... Rock!"

Watching him suddenly stiffen and start to turn gray was less exciting since his clothes obscured most of the effect. Once again there was a weird scent right as he transformed. It smelled really good. It was kind of like ozone but nuttier.

It was odd to see a stone statue wearing clothes, though. I checked out the colors inside of him. They were more complex and more pronounced than the bird's had been. Standing here, the urge to touch the statue was also stronger than it had been with the bird. I wanted to experiment, but not with Daddy.

With a head shake, I turned to leave. I was going to turn off the light but left it on so he could see when he transformed back.

In the enclosed breezeway between the garage and the kitchen door I bumped into Mom headed the other way. Startled, my hairsnakes hissed at her, forming a display around my head that made me look taller and made my head seem wider, like a cobra ready to strike.

Mom jumped back, startled. She might have been intimidated by my being taller than her, especially with my hairsnakes accentuating my height.

I willed my snakes to settle down as I said, "Sorry, they do that by themselves. I didn't expect to see you here."

"I was just going to check on your Father, make sure he doesn't fall over."

"The way he's standing that's highly unlikely." I said as I walked past her. That was when I noticed she was holding the good camera. What was happening clicked for me and I could not get away from the garage fast enough. I failed to not think about the time she told me how much she enjoyed being so fast that the people around her looked like statues.

In my room, I played video games with the sound turned up a bit louder than usual.

After a few hours, there was a knock at my door. Mom opened the door and announced, "We're heading to the mall early so shut that down and get some sleep. Good night."

I lowered the volume and finished the level so I could save. After I turned it off I turned out the lights. The room was still plainly visible though there was no color. Could I see in the dark? I closed my eyes and the room was still plainly visible. It was my hairsnakes. They could see in the dark. I opened my inner lids and my vision became more sharp but there was no color to become more vivid. I wondered if I could petrify someone in the dark.

I laid down on my stomach as usual but that was a mistake. There was no way that would work with these breasts of mine. Rolling onto my side irritated my hairsnakes. I used my arm to sweep the snakes in back upward as I settled down on my back. No body parts seemed to be complaining now. I stared at the ceiling for a little while. My neck felt relieved now that it was not holding up a head and thirty-eight snakes.